anybody know of a good hair fertilizer?

i cut my hair the other day.  the bottom six inches was like straw.  it was so dry and brittle, but you know what else it was? it was LONG!  like, mid-way down my back long, and it was loved.  i loved that length with all the love my heart can hold for hair. 

which i've learned is alot.

sadly, it was beyond a simple deep conditioning treatment. (at least i think it was?)(i'm thinking now though that i never even gave vo5 hot oil a chance. remember that stuff? is it still even around? i think my grandma used to use it.  i don't even know if it works but next time i may give it a shot because this haircut has made me feel all kinds of pathetic.) at the time, all i could see was that my hair's only hope of salvation was scissors.

and now i hate it. i hate my hair.

i feel like some of my confidence fell to the floor with those dead ends.  the length made me feel better about myself.  i wish i could pull on it, stretching it out, forcing it to grow. 

i want it back.  it took a sweet forever to grow that hair, which is how long i'll have to wait until it returns.
wahh wahh wahh!

do y'all have any good
conditioner recommendations,
so that the next time my hair is long,
(hurry up already, hair!)
it won't meet with the same end?
and if not a conditioner,
how about a fertilizer?


nicknames are awesome

did i ever tell y'all my nicknames?  i don't recall ever doing such a thing, and i just thought tonight might be a good time.

my name is jodie, which you already know, and in knowing that, some of these will make some sense.  there are though, some that defy explanation, so don't go lookin' for any.

jotilde (the -de is silent)
jodacious declecious (sounds like duh-clee-see-us)
or you could even go with jodacious alone, or declecious alone, or even jodacious d.
also, there's jojo
jodie limoges (sounds like li-moe-jiz)

...and there you have it. 

do you have an awesome nickname?  please, please to be sharing!  i'd love to know.


the sunday six: edition 36


essie polish
i don't know her secret, but y'all, this is the best polish! i've used several what i would call high-end brands (i don't spend more than $8 on a bottle of polish, so you be the judge of how high my ends go), and this one is superior-ly superior.
it's my favorite brand. hands down. case closed. final answer.
and the colors!  you cannot choose just one, and by you, i mean i.   i can't.  i want all of these.   
midnight cami

i think this color would look especially good with a matte finish.
(essie carries a matte top coat.)
dive bar
master plan
i'm pretty sure 'master plan' would be just right for this next move.

bold polish
i hear bon qui qui in my head right now, giving me advice.
paint ya nails girl, have it your way right away, but don't get crazy.

yes, bon qui qui. the dude abides.

so here it is: (fun+brave, but not too crazy)
i'm'a do it, too.

good to go
another essie product.

i love this stuff.  it's a great top coat.  makes my polish last longer, and it dries fast enough for me to be out the do' in about 4 minutes.  

next up is this puppy,
 i'll let you know if it holds up to the 10-days no-chip hype. 

i used to really dislike girls.  it took me a long while to find some good ones, i guess.
my experience of girls has changed.
community, safety, gentle rebuke, quiet understanding, wailing wall, Jesus.
that's what my girls are to me.  

good boys for my boys to grow up with
there is a severe lack of good boys out there. i don't know if you're aware of this.  i am glad for the good boys in my boys' lives.  i am jack sparrow and those boys are my black pearl.  savvy?

" 'You are loved--deeply, truly, always.'
No matter how it may feel, you are seen through eyes of love. You are chosen, wanted, cherished right now and forever after.
No make-up. Messy hair. Messy life too.
It's all made beautiful by the One who loves you."
(those are the words of the sweet, sweet soul, //holley gerth)

love you guys.
happy sunday!


i am a skipper. and i don't mean a boat captain.

so it appears i may have lied to you. 

i hope you won't hold a grudge against me, but there is no sunday six this week either. 

please forgive my being given to such erratic changeableness.  i know it; i am as fickle as a pickle is sour.  or sweet.

depending on the pickle. 

and now i'm confusing my own self with my own metaphor.

obviously, making up metaphors is not my special purpose.

however, i do hope that you'll have a lovely, loungey sunday.  you know the ones.  the kind filled with lounging and napping and stretching like a cat.  i hope that your day is like that.


wooden heart //listener

listen to it twice.
the first time through, read the words.
the second time, watch the video.

WOODEN HEART (sea of mist called skaidan)
We’re all born to broken people on their most honest day of living
and since that first breath... We’ll need grace that we’ve never given
I've been haunted by standard red devils and white ghosts
and it's not only when these eyes are closed
these lies are ropes that I tie down in my stomach,
but they hold this ship together tossed like leaves in this weather
and my dreams are sails that I point towards my true north,
stretched thin over my rib bones, and pray that it gets better
but it won’t it won’t, at least I don’t believe it will...
so I've built a wooden heart inside this iron ship,
to sail these blood red seas and find your coasts.
don’t let these waves wash away your hopes
this war-ship is sinking, and I still believe in anchors
pulling fist fulls of rotten wood from my heart, I still believe in saviors
but I know that we are all made out of shipwrecks, every single board
washed and bound like crooked teeth on these rocky shores
so come on and let’s wash each other with tears of joy and tears of grief
and fold our lives like crashing waves and run up on this beach
come on and sew us together, tattered rags stained forever
we only have what we remember

I am the barely living son of a woman and man who barely made it
but we’re making it taped together on borrowed crutches and new starts
we all have the same holes in our hearts...
everything falls apart at the exact same time
that it all comes together perfectly for the next step
but my fear is this prison... that I keep locked below the main deck
I keep a key under my pillow, it’s quiet and it’s hidden
and my hopes are weapons that I’m still learning how to use right
but they’re heavy and I’m awkward...always running out of fight
so I’ve carved a wooden heart, put it in this sinking ship
hoping it would help me float for just a few more weeks
because I am made out of shipwrecks, every twisted beam
lost and found like you and me scattered out on the sea
so come on let’s wash each other with tears of joy and tears of grief
and fold our lives like crashing waves and run up on this beach
come on and sew us together, just some tattered rags stained forever
we only have what we remember

My throat it still tastes like house fire and salt water
I wear this tide like loose skin, rock me to sea
if we hold on tight we’ll hold each other together
and not just be some fools rushing to die in our sleep
all these machines will rust I promise, but we'll still be electric
shocking each other back to life
Your hand in mine, my fingers in your veins connected
our bones grown together inside
our hands entwined, your fingers in my veins braided
our spines grown stronger in time
because our church is made out of shipwrecks
from every hull these rocks have claimed
but we pick ourselves up, and try and grow better through the change
so come on ya'll and let’s wash each other with tears of joy and tears of grief
and fold our lives like crashing waves and run up on this beach
come on and sew us together, we're just tattered rags stained forever
we only have what we remember 

"at different stages of our lives we all need a human wailing wall - a person who can sit with us alongside our pool of tears as an embodiment of God's compassion and comfort."
discovering our spiritual identity, trevor hudson


if you're looking for the sunday six, you shan't find it.  
my condolences, but i and my family are building castles in the sand
and perfecting our Inertia Skills.
the sunday six will return next weekend with something spectacular.
or maybe something mediocre.  
one of those.
happy sunday to yous! 


the sunday six: edition: hello darkness my old friend


i came across a photo on (where else?) pinterest, (which, after some research, i've concluded sounds like pinch-wrist). thanks to all who helped with that research.
i once was lost, but now i'm found.
and there is rejoicing (because i do not like not knowing how to say a word.  especially a word i find myself trying to say on the regular.  feeling dumb is no friend of mine.)
so again, i thank ye.

here's the photo:
dark sofa, dark walls, wood floors...
it's got me really loving The Dark Things.  
dark rugs
those are some nice threads, yo.
when was the last time you were excited by a rug?  
(me?  i get excited about rugs fairly often. it doesn't even concern me anymore.)
these rugs sort of take my breath away.
//ten thousand leagues rug
//all awash rug
now if only i had me a loom...
and some Good Looming Skills to go ay-long wiss it,
WHY, i'd be the rumpelstiltskin of rugs! 
no gold for me.

dark floor pillows
i like these in theory.  not sure my back would like them in real life; 
aesthetically though? quite beautiful. 
//round pintuck floor pillow
good lighting
every dark room needs lighting.  
pretty, pretty lighting.

imagine this filled with beautiful gray taper candles, or any color really.
it would be gorgeous!
//springing sprigs candelabra
fancy art rerk
//all art from art.com
aren't streams glorious?  
i want one. 
i could has?

i find these next ones really show off how mature you are.
which is, VERY!
(no seriously, those are going in my bathroom.)
//source unknown
and also bunny prints.  one can never have too many bunnies.
 comfort in the dark
the woods are lovely, dark, and deep, 
but I have promises to keep, 
and miles to go before I sleep, 
and miles to go before I sleep.
//excerpted from stopping by woods on a snowy day by robert frost 

i find that strangely comforting.

a cardboard unicorn head
it's more the antithesis of darkness, being a creature of light and all... a symbol of purity and grace.
plus, they're biblical.
check it out:
"And the unicorns shall come down with them, and the bullocks with their bulls; and their land shall be soaked with blood, and their dust made fat with fatness."
isaiah 34:7
doesn't that sound glorious?!

on a more practical note, at thirty-four dollars, it's totally affordable.
sure, it's an expensive cut-up box, but it's a cheap magical creature with healing in it's horn.
perspective is everything.

well that's all the time we have for today.
go forth and enjoy yourthelveth thith fine thunday!


a typical kerfuffle


tiny (who just turned 4), in an attempt to rat out his brother, says to me, 
"mama, he said a 's' worrrrrd."

"no, i didn't!", retorts the accused.

"yeahhh! him said booty."


how to be alone


some people at full tables will wish they were where you are...
lonely is a freedom that breathes easy and weightless and lonely is healing if you make it.
if your heart is bleeding make the best of it.
there is heat in freezing.  be a testament.



tenth avenue north //times


//my favorite parts//
my love is over, it's underneath
it's inside, it's in between,
these times you're healing
and when your heart breaks
in times of confusion and chaos and pain
i'm there in your sorrow under the weight of your shame
i'm there through your heartache
i'm there in the storm
my love, i will keep you by my power alone
i'll never forsake you
my love never ends
it never ends