Monthly Archives: March 2015

Natural Tooth Cleaner

Yup, that’s right, my teeth cleaner has been hippie-fied. I have been onto chemicals in our oral hygiene products for some time and have always wanted to make changes; Not to mention the torture of animals to test all those chemicals. Over the last few years I’ve made some big changes, although I can’t tell you I ‘feel’ a difference with my toxic load internally, but for me, just knowing I am less toxic makes me feel less controlled by the possibility of cancer and other diseases. I really do wish I had done most of these changes decades ago, but as Shrek always says to donkey, better late than never Donkey!!

Toothpaste is absolute toxic shit. It’s so loaded with toxic ingredients it’s alarming to me and very hard for me to respect dentists that promote such toxic crap!! The foamy action is a big chemical bubble bath happening in your mouth, but we, the consumers, have been conditioned, like with shampoos foaming  bubbles, that the more a product foams/bubbles the cleaner we are. WRONG!!

Let’s have a look at SOME of the ingredients listed in commercial brand toothpastes.

Triclosan is often in your toothpaste, which helps kill plaque-forming microbes. Triclosan is a bio-persistent chemical which turns up in fish, breast milk and wastewater.
Sodium Saccharine is around 300 times sweeter than sugar and is a known carcinogen. Yet this beauty is in our toothpaste. It’s added, along with a variety of other flavourings in order to mask the unpleasant taste of some of the other ingredients such as the detergents and phosphates.
Sodium Laureth Sulphate (aka Sodium Lauryl Ether Sulfate, or SLS) which is used to create foam. It’s a major ingredient in soaps, shampoos and toothpaste and does play some role in cleaning your teeth. But it isn’t essential and in some studies it has been shown that it can make human tissue (skin, scalp, mouth surfaces) more easily penetrated by other chemicals.
Polyethylenes such as polyethylene glycol (PEG) and other polymers are also found in many toothpastes. They are used to bind and stabilize. Health concerns include cancer, allergies/immunotoxicity and organ system toxicity.

Then we have the controversial fluoride ingredient. We avoid fluoride, even opt out of the treatment at the dentist. There’s enough in your drinking water that the last thing you need is more bio-accumulating in your tissues. Most people have their own opinion on fluoride, so I’ll leave it at that.

There are the ‘all natural’ toothpastes which are most definitely a better option than the big brands like Colgate and Crest but even those often have some form of a sugar supplement such as xylitol, which baffles me. Brush your teeth but here have some sugar to make it taste better? Suck it up and for 2 minutes with each brush.  Do you need to be pampered and have the best tasting product out there? Just get the job done and get on with your day! Natural toothpastes are typically overly expensive just because they put ‘natural’ in their name, save some bucks and make your own natural toothpaste.

I make my own teeth-cleaner for just over a year now. I like to use a similar name to the commercial industry but not the exact same like toothpaste becaue I’m looking to desperate myself from the consumerism and with that goes the terminology as well.  Much like my natural hair cleaner.  I don’t like to say it’s a shampoo.  I use my tooth cleaner in my mouth the same as a commercial brand, I brush my tongue and cheeks and teeth with it.  I also haven’t used mouth wash since I started using this and I don’t have dry mouth anymore. I suffered from dry mouth for a while and I can tell you plaque is real happy in a dry mouth and it’s hard sometmes to not sound like an intoxicated person when your lips stick to your dry teeth when you talk lol!! So…how and what do I do instead?

Here it is..
Baking soda
Water and/or Apple Cider Vinegar
Tea tree oil
Peppermint or Spearmint Essential Oils

Once a week I have just started brushing with organic Coconut Oil. It has antiseptic properties and helps to rebuild enamel strength. It’s disgusting so I’m not sure how long it will be continued.  I’ll report back in a few months.

That’s it, that’s all. Let’s discuss my ingredients.

Baking soda – is alkaline and considered a safe ingredient for brushing teeth. Although some warm that prolonged use of baking soda can break down tooth enamel and make teeth sensitive, I would recommend not to brush as hard as with commercial products.

Water – Water is water.

Organic unpasteurized Apple Cider Vinegar – is good but I don’t use all the time. It’s very acidic and I could see a problem with enamel after prolonged use. It is amazing at removing stains from tea or coffee and has many health benefits. One week a month I use a formulation with Apple Cider Vinegar. Organic and unpasteurized is best as apples are on the dirty dozen list for their toxic load.

Tea Tree Oil – This essential oil is invaluable to me. It’s germ buster, it helps to heal cold sores and kills the germs that cause bad breath. It is a super efficient antiseptic that kills bacteria fast. This is especially important for gum disease sufferers since we know that it’s caused by plaque, which is a bacteria. What’s most important, though, is that tea tree oil kills bacteria even more effectively in living tissue than in the test tube, which is unlike most other synthetic antiseptics out there. (You’re alive. The tissue in your mouth is alive. So why not use a treatment that works most effectively on living tissue?)

Peppermint/Spearmint Oil – are both antiseptic oils which help to treat pain. They are great in a mouthwash or toothpaste, which is why they are such prevalent flavors in oral hygiene products. Peppermint and spearmint oils are also very effective in combating bad breath.

This version of a ‘natural toothpaste’ I am really comfortable calling natural. You can control how much oils you want to put in, treat/prevent your oral health with your own personal preference and keep your wallet closed. It’s sooooo cheap in comparison to any product on the market. I store it in a class container – small glass Tupperware type- and don’t laugh, I use an espresso spoon to scoop it onto my toothbrush. I’m not one for double dipping.

How does it hold up you wonder. I hate the dentist. HATE HATE HATE. I take extraordinary care of my teeth so I have zero reasons to go to the dentist. Every so often I suck it up and sit in those stupid chairs because I drag Flyp in for his teeth cleaning, or I need a root canal. Gawd I hate the dentist. It’s uncomfortably close to anyone, never mind some masked man who isn’t someone I’d even want to talk to on the street. It’s just a really awkward, intimate closeness, uncomfortable, pushing my boundaries relationship we need to have with any dentist. One I will do anything to avoid!!

Three years ago I had to listen to my dentist give me a good review but still complain about build up in a few spots, even though it had been about 10 years since I had been to the dentist.  With the minimal work he needed to do, gushing blood free I’d like to mention, I told him to suck it up and hurry up.

Earlier this week I sat in the chair again, only way to get Flyp to go. ‘Fair is Fair Mom’. It has been 3 years since I walked the hall of doom and sat in that creepy Star Trek chair for a cleaning. The descend into the vulnerable position is the shortest creepiest trip I’ve even taken in my life. Mr. Dentist took out his inspector gadget tools and had a look around and touched a few teeth, of course with the dental hygienist armed with her vacuum ready to attack as both of them hovered over me!! (I wish I could find a car vacuum with that power, I’d have the cleanest car ever) Mr. Dentist asked if I wanted a fluoride treatment or a polish and I just looked uncomfortably close into his eyes with a look of really? We want to have this conversation AGAIN?He clicked the button on the chair and proceeded to sit the chair back up. Is that the slowest ride back to freedom or what? I’m up and out of that creepy chair with my bib removed before its half way back to its sitting position.

As I walked back down the hall to my freedom I hear from behind me ‘job well done’.
I responded with a cocky ‘I know’ because I’m good that way!

While the receptionist was doing up our financial burden she asked me how I got such amazing review after not being in there for 3 years. First, I don’t think it should be an issue if you take proper care of your mouth, but I also understand as we age we make less saliva and more plaque/tarter takes place. I also now believe that is in part because of the chemicals we use in our mouths decades upon decades. I explained my madness to her and she asked me to email her my secret. Ha!!

Summary: There was nothing for the dentist to do. Not a scrape, not a single pick, nothing. He charged me $15 to sit in his chair. Jerk.
I challenged him and said ‘next time there is nothing to do, I charge you $15’.
‘Deal’ he said as he disappeared down the hall for his next victim.

To make – just add ingredients, mix and you can make it thicker, less thick, whatever you want. I make It more on the runny side as I prefer less abrasion but still want the job to get done.  There really isn’t any one way to make it. It’s a personal preference on thickness and flavour. Sometimes I add ground organic cinnamon but very little as it can easy burn your mouth, like cinnamon gum. Ewww gum! Cinnamon has its benefits but tastes so nasty with tea tree oil and I personally always make tea tree oil part of my tooth cleaner. Orange/citrus essential oils have a tendency to dye … I personally avoid.


It’s My Birthday!!

Actually, no it’s not. But I wanted to write about birthdays and anniversaries.

I will speak of ‘birthdays’ in the adult stage only.  Not the child age range. I don’t have enough time to get into why birthday parties are so out of control, and are contributing to breaking the budget of parents and the parents assumed pressures to outdo the last party your child was at. Then we have Cupcake competitive moms, that usually end up in cupcake wars. It’s just all too much for me to include in this write.

Back to blog … A birthday actually translates back to a birth date.

Lets talk about expectations.

So, lets just say, its my birthday. It’s not, but for arguments sake, let’s just say it is. It is the day I was born. Me, not you. Me. Why on earth have I ever made it or implied it is ever another person(s) responsibility to celebrate and/or remember the day I was born? Think about it? It’s a day I was born. Me. Umpteen years ago. Why do I need cards/gifts and others to try to make me feel special for being born? Maybe on our birth dates we should thank our mothers for the birthing of ones self? Maybe my mom deserves a medal for tolerating a few moods she may of encountered while I was a teen…Oh wait a minute. She already has a day, Mothers Day. Maybe they have Mother’s Day all wrong. Maybe, just maybe if we have 3 children, we should have 3 days of Mother’s Day, on the children’s birth dates. Maybe these moms with multiple children have been ripped off .. Ha! Ok back on track.

So if we’re honest with ourselves let’s now ask .. When it is your birth date, do you have, on some level, any expectation for me (and usually plenty of others) to remember your day? Or course you do!! It’s been engrained into us, from the day we are born. Literally. Much like Valentines, Christmas, Anniversaries and the list will get bigger and bigger if we allow it. At this rate pretty soon every day will be full of sparklers, balloons and over achievers.  It really is such an odd concept when I really look at it. Hey you, new friend, now you must remember the day I was born, 45 years before ever knowing me.  Perhaps even a bit narcissistic too if I do say so myself.

There is an unspoken assumption (feels like more of a demand actually) that it is my responsibility to remember all the birthdays of anyone and everyone who is apparently of some importance to me. Do it without fail, don’t be late, and make it pretty awesome. Sometimes it can be as simple as Happy Birthday, other times it takes preparation a few weeks before the day, to get the perfect gift, the funniest card, mail it or arrange a time to meet up and have a coffee which you of course pay for, meet for dinner, whatever it is that makes the person feel special on their birth date.

Now with all the grouchiness out of the way, let’s acknowledge we all want to feel special and valued by our loved ones. I can’t see too much wrong with that, if we keep it in moderation. We feel fuzzy when people remember our birthdays, it immediately translates into I must be important in your life, I mattered today because out of everything you needed to do today I still cut through the clouds and you acknowledged my birth date. Ya it feels pretty good to know we matter and to have others think of us. The issue for me is how we go about getting it. There is to too much pressure behind remembering birth dates and making something out of them. Too much pressure behind the perfect gift and the acknowledgement and doing just the right amount of special’ness. What, when and why did it ever start that we need a birth date recognition from others? When my friend and I were chatting about it, she said she bets it all started with a birthday for a certain religious figure. Well, that’s easy for me to deal with haha!

I also totally get some people are natural event planners, love the preparation and the execution of an event gone amazing.  This is totally acceptable of course, for them the willing parties, but it isnt for everyone.  It definitely isn’t for me, this I can assure you 100%

Often, and I’m very guilty of this, we don’t tell the people in our lives how important they are to us regularly and that we value them and when applicable, how much we love them. Certain days of the year, Birth dates, Valentine’s, Christmas, I guess we are suppose to go over the top and SHOW our love with gifts and special treatment in some form. I can sort of see how this all begun and the expectations keep on growing like a big hairy wart on the end of my chin and it just seems way over the top now. It’s so inflated its absolutely worthless.

It’s really hard for me to remember birth dates. I mean a real honest effort has to come into play and I usually still fail. I don’t even know why.   I’ll text my sister, what day is Dad’s again, or when is moms? Some are easy for me to remember, like my kids and my own. Haha!! As I type this my sister out west texts and says I can’t believe ‘first born’, my niece, is 16 today. Say what?? I totally forgot!! I always try to be awesome auntie Sandy but failure is destined to be mine when it comes to b-dates. I put the dates in my electronic calendar On my iPhone, but I just dismiss and carry on when it dings at me, but I’m just not overly dependent on it so it’s not my life line to existing. I write it on my calendar hanging up in my office, but I don’t really read it unless I’m looking for something specific at that moment, like geeze Einstein is being weird AGAIN, is it a full moon? That’s what a calendar is for you know, the moon cycles.

Is it me or is this how it is for most people; When you forget a birthday, you hang yourself in the hall of shame. Naked; To ensure more shame. You’re embarrassed and hoping someone else failed miserably right along side of you, so you don’t have a bullseye only on your back. Maybe we feel a bit guilty because we ASSUME our birth date wish/card/gift would of made the difference in their validation for the coming year. You apologize profusely with a hung head, while the birth date friend/family is saying ‘oh it’s ok, don’t worry about it’ but typically thinking the complete opposite. We’ve all done it, thought how could they forgot my birth date after everything I’ve done for them… BLAH rant blah and don’t even say you haven’t, not even once. I have and will totally own that BS. So egocentric to think of everything everyone has going on in their own lives, that they must act and acknowledge my birth date within a 24 hour period for me to not be ‘offended’. Oh please!!! I’d like to kick my own ass for that mentality.

In general I have the perception men, to one another at least, men are typically lighter on the birth date issue but women usually are hell bent on their validation for being born. Year, after year. After year.

I don’t really do anything special for my birthday or have expectations any longer. For the last few years I’ve really let it be what it really is, another day. I don’t mention my birthday on social media (mostly because I’m not on most social medias). Nor do I ever want to be counting my Happy Birthdays on social media, all while checking to see who is missing from my expectation list. I don’t wait for friends to make plans for me and check my mailbox daily for the incoming cards and/or gifts. However, I might take a few hours and do something I normally don’t find the time to do, but its my birth date so I’ll gift myself. What a wonderful concept; Gifting ones self for their own birth date. Sometimes I’ve bought myself something for my birth date or made that Devils chocolate cake I love so much and eat too much of, because it’s MY birth date and I can do that for me.

Here’s how I see it, one adult to another; If you want a gift, get off your ass and go get it. Get the exact colour, shade and size you want, but we shouldn’t ever put that expectation of perfection on the ones you love to get it just right. If you want that celebration, plan it, organize it and execute it like the queen you want to be that night.  You make the dinner reservations and call/text your friends, ‘no gifts just laughs’, and who shows up shows up.  It’s our right to celebrate our birth date, but it’s not our right to impose any expectations on others.

It’s not to say I will never acknowledge a birthday again, no not at all.  I just have to remove the expectation I have from myself and the expectations that already exists.  I don’t want to contribute to negativity and would like to ultimately bring acknowledging the people whom I care a great deal about to a different level.  If I remember your birthday just know I can’t guarantee a second.  If I forget or I’m late, don’t think less of me and I won’t think less of you.

Maybe it’s my age, maybe it’s my need and attempt for a simpler life, all while removing stressors as they arise. Maybe I’m just done with all the materialistic contributors in my relationships. I know in recent years I’ve been looking for a compromise, a softer approach and even an out to this way of existing in friendships and with family.

In case my message has been clear as mud over the years, here it is in written form. I’m releasing anyone and everyone of any expectation to remember, acknowledge, or assume any pressure to issue a token of any kind in relation to my birth date or any other implied expectations around my birth date. With that said, obviously I’m also releasing myself from any obligation for others birth dates. I would much rather send a random thinking about you text, call, card or small gift, meet up for coffee just because or grab some wings and hang out. Randomly. It just feels better. If I’m out doing errands and something has inspired me to think of you I’ll pick it up and do my best to get it to you at some point (unless it’s chocolate, then just forget it even existed) but I don’t want to feel pressured to buy something and often anything just to say here’s a gift. Random thinking about you words, cards, tokens far exceed any gift I could ever get when it is expected, in my opinion.

Today, I got a card in the mail from my sister, her kind words brought tears to my eyes. That card will mean a lot to me, forever. It wasn’t mandated, it wasn’t necessary or expected. It was pure kindness and I know she was thinking of me, just because, when she got it. That’s the absolute best!!

Anniversaries. This I can sum up quick. It’s yours, take a hike with your expectations of what you think I should acknowledge. I can’t even tell you when Einstein and I first dated, officially became a couple…it’s just all so, meh whatever, to me. I used to feel so much pressure, (likely my own doing but I don’t recall where it came from to be honest), to acknowledge and gift my parents for THEIR wedding anniversary… Omg! I seriously can’t take that on and I don’t want too.  ITS ALL YOURS!! See?! That WAS quick.

As per my calendar, Happy Waxing Crescent Moon Phase (22%)

R.I.P. Mr. Bojangles

Mr. Bojangles, today we had to say goodbye to my little rock star!! How you have touched our lives and shown us the most amazing GIANT love of a mini lop. You are one of a kind and you will never be forgotten. That would be impossible!

You absolutely refused to play by the bunny rules. There would be no crates, no cages, no confinement for you. You were not going to sit in the corner of a bunny cage and just exist. You demanded your freedom. You quickly took over our huge screened in room on the deck and even took over the veggie garden in the summer. It was the cutest thing when I would find you sleeping under a big zucchini leaf, just like something you would see in a disney movie, only better.  Except you, Bojangles, would stretch right out like a young child who doesn’t have a care in the world. My variety of lettuce plants and kale plants didn’t stand a chance with you roaming in the garden every day, but you sure were happy when you forgot about a plant and a new leaf would grow!! I will miss washing the bunny hair off our tomatoes and looking for little sample bites.

The grocery store is going to wonder why I’m not buying you an insane amount of dandelions every week and looking for all the torn off carrot tops. The farmer down the road will miss keeping the torn off lettuce leafs for you, that she does to make her items look fresh. I’ll have to let them know that you won’t need them anymore and we’ll share some funny stories of my crazy Bojangles. You would eat at least 1 bunch of dandelions each day, some Kale and an apple and your alfalfa hay. You were a mini breed but your appetite, like your love, was far from small. I’ll have to eat my strawberries all on my own now but I will always remember who got the green leafy tops and who got the berry. Rabbit pellets? That’s for fools right Mr. B?!

You watched cartoons with Flyp in the mornings before he went to school. You groomed him and you gave him unconditional love with each one of your bunny kisses. The power of love from a pet is always astounding and impressive in its form, but you took it to a new level Mr. B.

You ate my paperwork while I was trying to get work done. You would crawl up my leg persistently until I put you on top of my desk. You would take sheets of paper and try to build a bed while I was trying to work. I would get you newspapers, but no, you had to have the ones I touched. So cheeky you were!!

You tolerated your fur siblings (dogs) drinking your water and sometimes eating your poop out of your litter box. You even got a little crazy once in a while and would dash too far from home, but Cinder (our German shepherd) would go and get you and bring you back. Then you would spend hours obviously annoyed thumping your back feet while bathing and re-fluffing your goober covered fur, the consequence of Cinder carrying you in her mouth back home, where we needed you. You were so independent and wild at heart.

You loved your cuddles with Drake and even slept with him on occasion, our Golden Retriever. Sure you got goobers all over you when he licked you, but you just shook it off and gave him a little kick, which usually lead to another lick. You will always be the best cuddlier in our family and we will miss your big floppy ears that dragged on the floor and watching you clean each one, lick by lick.

We will miss your show off jumps and your ‘puppy moments’ when you had bursts of energy and would run around and kick your feet out, stop to clean an ear or two and start the craziness again. Run, jump and kick. I will miss our morning walks where you hide in my coat and snuggle in and have a good snooze at the constant motion of my walking.

I’ve accepted you having to leaving us, as I know with absolute surety you had the best possible life and we will cherish all of our memories we made together.

You are the sweetest bunny we could ever have and thank you for letting us love you for 7 1/2 years.

R.I.P. My little rock star!!


Spinach & Broccoli Salad with Honey Dijon Dressing

This salad is Flyp, the teenagers, worst nightmare come true but I love it. It gives a satisfying crunch, with a bit of tang from the dressing, it’s different than a typical salad and it’s full of flavour. Tonight it will compliment my baked chicken wings beautifully.

Ingredients For Salad
2 1/2 cups of broccoli florets cut very small. Rinsed.
2 cups of of baby spinach. Rinsed.
1 red pepper diced
3 tbsp of diced sweet onion, or purple onion. Adjust onion quantity to own liking
1/4 cup of sunflower seeds

Toss all ingredients from above into a big bowl and set aside. Make the dressing below.

Honey Dijon Dressing
1/3 cup of honey (I use local unpasteurized honey)
1/4 cup of Dijon mustard
4 tbsp Organic unpasteurized Apple Cider a Vinegar (more or less depending on preferred tang/taste)
3/4 cup of Extra Virgin Olive Oil
Cracked pepper to taste

Place all ingredients (except Olive Oil) in bowl in order listed. Whisk until well mixed. Add EV Olive Oil and whisk until creamy texture is achieved.

Pour 1/2 of the dressing over salad and mix evenly. Add more dressing according to preference. Sprinkle salad with some more sunflower seeds and refrigerate until ready to eat. Refrigerate left over dressing.

I like dried cranberries and raisins in this as well. Einstein doesn’t, so I leave out for him but I often add to mine. I’m sure slivered almonds would taste great too but we are a peanut and nut free home.

I hope you give it a try and I’m sure you’ll enjoy it.

No-Poo’er poo. What the heck am I going to talking about now? Some will know what I’m talking about and others are like oh gawd what is she going to blabber on about now. Chillax stressors, it’s all good 🙂

I don’t use shampoo. Now just hang on there. Before you go and get your knickers in a knot and think I’m some smelly greasy hippie, hear me out. I’m a hippie at heart but I don’t smell nor am I greasy 🙂

For years I have had the battle of finding the right shampoo for me. Do I need to clarify, cleanse, condition, dandruff, what do I need? I had to change up my shampoo brand and type at least once a month, sometimes it would be more depending on the brand. After regular use (approx. 1month) it didn’t work anymore. By not working anymore I mean I would get greasy hair before the day was done, it would be limp and for lack of a better word lethargic, I would get build up like crazy. The build up would make my head sweat and itchy and I constantly felt like I had an oversized microscopic family residing on my scalp. I used to joke that I had the most temperamental hair ever but in reality it wasn’t a joke, it was driving me insane for decades. Literally, decades. I didn’t like being a greasy hippie and scratching my sweaty head constantly, especially in the morning. I went from $5/bottle to $50/bottles of shampoo. It did not matter, my hair was being the ultimate uncooperative bitch no matter what shampoo I lathered up.

The toxins in any shampoo, even the ones that we think are Eco and better for us, aren’t really something we should be considering for our entire lifetime of washing our hair and body. Yes, some can make the green healthier claim with some validity of course, but be cautious of green washing, but definitely better for you. Most of these toxins that are absorbed through the skin and are bio-accumulative in our tissues and organs and they all have varying consequences. Without getting into specifics and getting all technical, it’s best to google or alternately you can type the ingredient into EWG.ORG has an app so you can take it with you shopping if you have questions on the ingredients in your product. Parabens, phthalates, ‘fragrance’, SLS and SLES all are on my list of toxic ingredients to avoid.

I had options. Either I go ahead with dreadlocks, continue to flip flop between brands and types of shampoos or I found something more natural that came from my kitchen cupboards.. Dreadlocks really aren’t my thing and I’m so very tired of paying for products that don’t keep me satisfied and ultimately are killing my hair, so I stayed determination to find a ‘shampoo’ that will work for me and my temperamental scalp/hair AND one that will meet my safety requirements. I knew it would be a challenge with trial and errors but the challenge was accepted. I turned to google and a whole lot of reading of blogs and do-it-yourself’ers. I have tried the honey based one, the castor soap, baking soda and water one and so many other versions over a 2 month period but not one had me sold. The baking soda method seems to be the most natural one I could find that actually cleaned my hair and people seemed to be raving about it. I tired it. I tried it for 2 weeks. I didn’t like it. The paste was hard to work with, so then I added more water but it still was very harsh on my scalp and hair. Then the more I read into the baking soda method, the more I read that people gave up on it because of the drying out of their hair and scalp, and/or the grease effect they couldn’t get rid of at the roots. The concept of clean hair was there, but it didn’t meet my needs for healthy balance scalp and hair.

So in comes some chemistry. Baking soda is very reactive. Although my hair was definitely clean, despite the greasy hair appearance at the roots, dry ends with fizz I still knew I wanted to work with baking soda. I tried less baking soda, tried borax (don’t do it) tried salt and baking soda, I tried a lot of recommended alterations to the methods, but nothing seemed to work adequately. Then I went to the toxic isle, aka shampoo isle in the grocery store and read a few bottles of shampoos and their ingredients. I wanted the secret. There it is. Hydrolyzed Oat Protein. Of course!! It needs oats!! After more brain storming I also decided to deactivate the baking soda and that should help lessen the reaction of my hairs natural oils, any reside from hair products and scalp etc. I knew I needed to add that oat protein to the mixture for the nourishment and protection. With much experimenting and critiquing of ingredients, ultimately I have created a premium hair wash that nourishes without chemicals or expensive additives. I have clearly out done myself.

How to make my amazing hair cleaner.

3 cups of boiling water
1 heaping tablespoon of baking soda
3 tablespoons of ground quick oats (I use organic)
1 tsp of phytoeratin (optional)
Essential oils of your choice. Just sniff and approve!! I don’t measure. When my desired scent is reached I stop. Somewhere around 20-30 drops of essential oils I’d predict.

In a large GLASS measuring cup add 1 heaping tbsp of baking soda. Boil water. Pour 1 1/2 cups of boiling water and stir baking soda until it stops bubbling and fizzing. Keep stirring until the bubbling stops. We are helping to deactivate it here. Once it stops bubbling and is dissolved add the remainder of 1 1/2 cups of boiling water. It should bubble and fizz a bit while stirring but not as much. The water should appear clear now.

In a coffee grinder (or similar appliance) grind oats to bring it to a dust/small particle product. Pour the ground oats into the baking soda water mixture. Take a hand mixer and blend it all together. I’m sure even a good whisk could work. Pour the new mixture through a fine hand held strainer into another container, glass is always best. Sometimes you have to move the built up particles out of the way with a spoon for the remainder of the liquid to filter through. This straining process is just to remove the bits of oatmeal, Otherwise washing it out of your hair is a bit of a pain in the butt.

Now mix in your Phytokeratin (optional) and essential oils. Pour into container that you can use in the shower. I use glass. Remember baking soda is still a bit reactive and plastic is a product of interest to baking soda, so glass is best. I used a mason jar until I emptied a bottle of apple cider vinegar, now I just funnel my wash into that glass bottle.

Some combinations of essential oils I use are:
Lavender, tea tree oil, peppermint
Bergamot, orange, tangerine, lavender
Grapefruit, orange, tangerine, peppermint
Patchouli, sage, rosemary
Summer time I use lemongrass, tea tree oil and peppermint to help ward off the mosquitoes etc. We have so many living in the bush!!!

Always give a good shake to your hair wash container before using it, remembering there isn’t any cosmetic chemicals to keep it mixed and uniform. Use as much as you think you’ll need, you’ll figure it out as you go.  This hair wash is much more watery than shampoo and it won’t provide a luscious lather. The lathering part was honestly the hardest part for me to adjust too. But once you accept it is the chemicals that give lather and you’ve been brain washed to associate lather with clean, you’ll actually feel great about what your ‘clean’ actually means. Just pour onto scalp and massage all over. The hair wash will wash out hair products like hairspray. I occasionally use some hair spray and I make my own hair gloss that I use almost daily and all this is removed my hair wash recipe.

Please trust you will love this method. If you have tried the no-poo method and have given up on it because your hair was dry and dull, this one will amaze you. I have long time shampoo’ers of $50/bottle++ onto my method and they now have the healthiest hair they’ve ever had. I still use an all natural hair conditioner with emu oil and other essential oils. My result is soft, shinny, healthier hair that meets my personal and environmental safety mission better than any commercial shampoo I’ve ever used, regardless of price. Did I mention this hair wash is super duper cheap??

I’ve been doing this for over a year now. My hair dresser is amazed every time at the softness and health of my hair. Yes, I take my hair wash to my hair dressers appointments and she willingly uses it, not that she would have a choice if she wanted to do my hair. I had one of their customers sitting beside me on the salon chair, actually ask me what shampoo they used on me because her hair wasn’t smelling that good. It was my bergamot mixture.

Whenever I get the chance I tell people about my method. Most say oh that is so gross!! Especially females. I just respond with my hair is gross? and it usually gets a conversation going and I get to share my method. To encourage their interest and possibility to try the recipe, I let them touch my hair so they feel the difference. They always go In for a second touch cause they are shocked. (Let me tell you how difficult it is for me to let people touch my hair and let it be known it is by invite only!!! lol)!!

Phytokeratin and essential oils I buy from this supplier. Price is fantastic and service is impeccable!! (they have a Canadian site and a USA site)

Now let’s talk about the Apple Cider Vinegar rinse that has been misrepresented in my opinion. People are lead to believe that you should use apple cider vinegar as a ‘conditioner’. No! No! No!! This is tooooo strong and soooo wrong and will dry out your hair so quickly. When you google many many bloggers and writers will tell you, you won’t smell like vinegar. I’m here to tell you the truth. You absolutely will!! I only use Apple cider vinegar as my clarifying rinse every other Sunday morning before I clean my hair. Because I do use a conditioner and some hair products a few times during the week, I do expect some build up and the Apple cider vinegar removes that build up. It provides a good strip of residue, so please don’t use it as a conditioner and don’t use it often. I don’t know why there are sooooooo many sites that claim this is the best conditioner and should be used regularly. I’m here to promote the complete opposite. It’s not a conditioner and it shouldn’t be used on your hair regularly. For best results, it also needs to be unpasteurized apple cider vinegar – and organic is best. Apples are dirty, full of toxins (top of the list in the dirty dozen) so if you’re looking to clarify your hair, a product worthy of that process should be used, unpasteurized organic apple cider vinegar.

Disclaimer: I don’t dye my hair, perm my hair, or highlight my hair. I can not speak for how this recipe will work on hair that is chemically treated or altered with hair dyes etc. With the baking soda being mostly deactivated, I would think it should be ok, but I don’t have any experience so I can not officially say one way or another.

I’d love to hear if anyone gives it a go!!

P.s.–> this is the hair conditioner I use. It’s scent is soft, so I compliment it with the same version of essential oils I put in my hair wash. It’s takes up the oils well and the conditioner is fantastic!!

Dammit Bacon!!

Bacon, o bacon, why do you taste sooo good!

Sometimes you just jump off the band wagon willingly and have something that you normally wouldn’t because it’s that good, you also know, it’s not good, which is why its that good, if you Know what I mean. Although this one was pre-meditated by adding smoked cheddar cheese to my grocery cart earlier this week, sometimes it’s a spur of the moment fling with a particular food ingredient, like pickles.  Long story.

Today I have a crazy day ahead of me. So much to get accomplished that I am typing like I have bionic fingers. Faster than fast! To be able to focus on something other than what’s to eat in that fridge of mine, I needed something that would fill me and satisfy that extra hunger or cravings that comes along with PMS syndrome. It’s a syndrome, back off!

I demolished the grilled cheese. But not just any grilled cheese. A grilled cheese with smoked cheddar cheese and loads of maple bacon. Do you have any idea how yummy that is?!!!

Yup, I’m ready to take in the day! Cheers!

Hit The Road Jack & Hope I Come Back 🎵

I often, probably daily actually, plan a fabulous road trip across the province out to the East coast. I fantasize about driving some trashy mobile camper, hippie style, with my dogs panting their hot breath on me while I sing it out to one of my favourite play lists with no worries except getting to my next stop or not getting a flat tire.

There is no way I could pull a trailer. Anything that isn’t one piece does not work for me. I manage to jack knife my John Deere lawn mower and the wagon I carry behind it. There is ZERO coordination when it comes to do one thing to get the opposite effect. I can drive a school bus, have driven one like its my car, backed it in between 2 other buses with less than 6″ on each side, but give me an attachment and call all local tow trucks, we got a wagon down!!

My sister, her hubby and daughters are heading to the Yukon this summer for a road trip from BC. It’s a real consideration for me to go because hanging out with them would be fab and amazing. But I think I’m preferring the thought of doing my own thing and visiting the East Coast has always been on my to-do list. But so has the Yukon. The timing is just off for me to join them. Summer is just so hot and draining and bugs and BLAH. Fall is pretty and rivers, oceans and lakes are often still warm from the excessively hot summers we seem to have, so if I need to have a quick dip I can. I can’t imagine hiking in the summer, I can barely tolerate a walk in heat and humidity. Hiking in the middle of the summer does not make me think nice thoughts. I’m a sweat shirt and sweat pant kind of girl that loves the crisp cool air.

I’m way over due for some serious soul searching and a life experience. I think this fall when the weather is cool, in some capacity I need to hit the road!! It’s time to plan it, not to just think about it. Hitting the road and abandoning all responsibilities that hunt me down every day is so appealing.

Realistically I think I’ll drive my vehicle verses some hippie camping trailer, get some camping gear, maybe borrow some from a friend or two and buy the stuff I want to be picky about. I’ve heard about pop up tents..this could work well. Alternatively some bed and breakfasts could serve me well along the way. Maybe a combination of both. I would love to camp on the beach in the Bay Of Fundy, I wonder if there are laws preventing public camping. Probably if I think about it.

It’s been a long standing wish to visit the east coast of Canada. No real plans once I get there just to do my own thing. Sounds selfish, but I don’t want to worry about anyone else’s agenda. I want to walk the oceans edge, smell the ocean air, feel the breeze across my face and just take in the beauty. I want to check out the little towns, meet some locals, watch the sun set, the sun rise, the tide come in and the tide go out. Sounds heavenly right?

The Bay Of Fundy has the largest tide on the planet. One hundred billion tons of water flow in with each tide and back out again. That is astounding. In the picture on the cover of the blog, at one point during the day you walk this sand, another point you can go kayaking through the rocks.

Well, I leave this write with a feeling of excitement and contentment. Now to hit trip advisor on the iPad and start the planning!

Thanks for stopping by…

Crocheted Dish Cloth

Often simple things in life please me, especially when I discover something new I love!

A ba-zillion years ago when I quit smoking, I took up crocheting to help keep my hands busy and I’ve loved the craft ever since. I’m not super fancy, know a few stitches and manage with that to date.  I didn’t crochet for about 10 years…just stopped as life was chaotic.

I recently started crocheting again, part of my personal goal to implement small things back into my life that I enjoy. I easily get lost doing things for the family and I feel like every day I drown in my paperwork. So to tolerate all this and remain balanced, I need to give back to myself to avoid any casualties.

Anyways. I have recently crocheted and gifted a items and have quite a few parts of varying rolls left over. I toyed around with them, crocheted a few hearts, tried a flower but it pissed me off, etc., just wasting the yarn basically. But then a memory came to me about crocheted dish cloths as a child.

I crocheted a dish cloth the other night while watching Dexter. I am one big smarty pants!! I used acrylic yarn (yes not overly environmentally friendly) but
it gives the dishes a good scrub. Tea stains from my mugs are gone, the same stains the dishwasher can’t get out. It holds water and suds well, rinsing amazing, dries easily and holds up after a lot of washing machine use.

Some people use a cotton based yarn, and I will likely give that a try next time and pick up some when I’m at the store again, but for now I’m super pleased with my crocheted dish cloths.

Great gift idea as well. Tie them up in a bow, set of 3. Fantastic!

A Personal Cleanse

There are times in our lives when we need to clean house, reorganize life’s closets, and take the trash to the curb. Personally.

We all have or have had vampires in our lives. People who suck the life out of us, leave us feeling drained after a visit. If I’m drained from laughter, shared tears and good times you’re a keeper and I’ll fight to keep you! If I’m drained from your toxic negative energy, judgment and hatred towards others, you need to go.

I have people in my life that bring a dark heavy cloud with each encounter and leave it hanging over me for days. When I dread the visit or have to convince myself to participate in ‘those’ relationships, why do I do it? I’m not sure why I ever get to the point of inviting and tolerating negativity into my life, but I seem to have it perhaps more often than others?. However, when I look back, I realize that people typically don’t present a negative persona when first building a new relationship, it’s all rainbows and butterflies.

We all go through hard times and struggle to find a positive buoy to stay afloat. This is what friends and family are for; To throw you a buoy, support you and help you get back on track. But that’s not the negativity I am referring too. I’m talking about detrimental hatred, judgement and self-promoted superiority over another culture, race and/or ethnicity, or of ones sexual preference, promotes racism and/or segregation. Those behaviours are hate crimes.  Punishable by law.

Friendships need to have a positive foundation with respect for each other. Also, I’m learning in life, complete opposite views on the religion aspect is very hard to maintain in a respectful manner. My cousin once told me that she can’t be friends with deeply religious people as the distance is too far for a connection. I told her I didn’t choose friends based on their lack of or their religious choices, that I don’t judge and I try to always see that person for who they are, not where or if they sit in church on Sunday. I am now seeing her perspective and can ‘hear’ what she was saying.

I’m not talking about Einstein, he would fall under a different category. Not that Einstein is exempt from my guidelines, ever, but it’s a different relationship with him in comparison to other family and friends who live externally to our home.

Through counselling a scaled ruler concept was introduced to me. A ruler was held in front of me. The concept explained and then we took some time to write on the ruler at key points what that relationship number best represented. It is my absolute best coping skill I’ve ever had and has given me an abundance of guidance for relationships. On a scale of 1-10, I position each person I have a relationship with on a personal level (we aren’t talker co-workers or that stuff), how close to my personal space they are, which ultimately influences how much they can and will affect me. Ten would mean you could crush and devastate me, zero means who are you again? Zero is a place where someone may visually exist within groups of friends or family, but they have no say in my life and I don’t converse with them or speak of them in any manner. Zero can also mean that person isn’t even a visual to me, which means they aren’t in my life on any aspect. Their attendance would exclude me. There is no sharing space. No exceptions. Their existence, for me, is nil. Someone at a level of 10 has my utmost respect and trust and I know I am 100% secure and safe with them. There aren’t 10’s in my life but I have 2 persons in the 8-9 range with the majority in my life being between 3-6, with some up and down from that of course. I also have the control to slide people up or down on the scale based on the relationship we have. It really has been instrumental in my capability to take good care of myself emotionally, something I wasn’t always good at.

We all use the ruler concept at some point in our lives, most just don’t call it a scale or ruler.  For instance, I don’t say you’re dead to me, I say you’re a zero.  I don’t say i trust you with my life, I say you’re a ten.  I don’t say I hate you and wish a garbage truck runs you over, I say you’re a zero.  I don’t say I love you more than life itself (really? Does that ever happen?) I say you’re a ten.

Lately I have fallen off the band wagon and gotten all wrapped up in bullshit, negativity, coupled with the overwhelming need to save the world from itself, at my own personal expense. After Flyp asked if I was ok one day, because ‘I’ve been extra quiet’ (which really translates to grumpy) and more anti-social than normal, it triggered me to take a look at what’s going on. Really? Have I gone down that path I work so hard to avoid? Time to take a look at what’s been going on lately. So I did.

After much journalizing and all my considerations in order, I have all my reorganizing sorted and implemented as of 3am this morning. Like Flyp said, I’ve been extra grumpy, dark and cloudy, everything has a problem and not being able to see a solution, has left me feeling like I’m fighting a fight, ultimately with myself. That’s not the most productive thing I’ve done in my life lately. I’ve stayed in some relationships much longer than I should of, I don’t always walk away that easily and usually like to feel I have given my all, but ultimately it was time to wrap it up and make a few adjustments.  I have to re-stand up for myself, stay focused, get back on track for being my best possible me.

Today, people have moved up, down and I have 1 that has been placed at zero.  Once all the decisions were made it all felt right. There isn’t any hellos or goodbyes, it just takes place. For me.

I wish for everyone an inner sanctuary; Where we can really love who we are and be our absolute best, free of anyone else’s dark clouds.

I have accomplished my personal cleanse and my closets are organized and cleaned.  It feels GREAT!!

Popeyes Twisted Spinach Salad

Popeye was definitely onto something when he liked spinach so much.  Thankfully we don’t have to eat it out of a can (gross)!

This salad holds its own all day, every day.  It’s a meal, or its a side dish.  It’s absolutely delicious is what I know for sure.

Check it out!!


3 cups of cleaned organic baby spinach

3 hard boiled organic eggs

Paper thin purple onion slivers – to your liking.  Onions are always a preference thing for me when it comes to recipes.

Real Bacon Bits (left over bacon from breakfast – takes discipline but you can do it)

Place spinach in a flat-ish bowl.  Cut up eggs and sprinkle on top of spinach.  Sprinkle with bacon bits.  Crack some fresh pepper over the top.

Are you looking to a tasty dressing to compliment this? Here you go..

Honey Dijon Dressing

1/3 cup of honey (I use local unpasteurized honey)

1/4 cup of Dijon mustard

1/3 Organic Unpasturized Apple Cider

1tbsp of Non-GMO reduced sodium soy sauce

1/3 – 1/2 cup cup of Extra Virgin Olive Oil (depends how much you’d like to yield)

A few cracks of fresh pepper

Place all ingredients (except Olive Oil) in bowl in order listed. Whisk until well mixed.  Add EV Olive Oil and whisk until creamy texture is achieved.

Drizzle over dressing when ready to eat.  Refrigerate left over dressing.

**Start with adding only 1/2 of the apple cider vinegar and taste.  Add more to your liking.  Some people don’t like the strong vinegar taste, others don’t mind.**