I think I have a mental problem - my head itches most of the time. We have checked for everything, including fleas, that could be wrong. After trying many different medicated shampoos I decided to try the suggestion in one study. It said to rub olive oil into your scalp and let it sit so I got up early and oiled my scalp/hair. I think Scott thought this was by far the worse "woman's hair treatment" he had ever been a part of. Did I ever look cute! This whole thing started after one Sunday when we had taken the kids to church and the two girls were sitting on my lap picking "things" out of each others hair then putting their arms around me and running their fingers through my hair. Ok so maybe I am paranoid....but I just knew they had fleas and were passing them on to me. My head has itched ever since. Finally got the oil washed out just in time to get ready and go do a session at the temple this morning. And no, it doesn't work. My head still itches!
We were in a French session this morning. We had headphones so we could listen in English or Spanish. What was interesting was I liked the Spanish better - more of a challenge I guess. But what I realized was that a year ago the Spanish session sounded just like the French session did today. So I have learned something! We waited from 10:00 am to 11:00 am for the session to start because there were three new french speaking missionaries going through for their own endowments and they weren't ready. So we didn't get out until 1:30.
Our Spanish class at Santo Domingo gave me an opportunity to work with this older woman who isn't keeping up with the kids. She is the Young Women's president, probably works outside the home and has a family, etc. I think these women just do not have time to even think about the keyboard! She has two teenage boys in the class who are doing very well. She had gone out and picked us a bag full of those fruit things that cashews come from - you know - the ones that stink to high heaven. This time we told her to take them home and feed them to her family. I hope she wasn't offended. I hated to take them when she needed them to feed her family because we would have given them away to someone else who would use them.
We were in a French session this morning. We had headphones so we could listen in English or Spanish. What was interesting was I liked the Spanish better - more of a challenge I guess. But what I realized was that a year ago the Spanish session sounded just like the French session did today. So I have learned something! We waited from 10:00 am to 11:00 am for the session to start because there were three new french speaking missionaries going through for their own endowments and they weren't ready. So we didn't get out until 1:30.
Our Spanish class at Santo Domingo gave me an opportunity to work with this older woman who isn't keeping up with the kids. She is the Young Women's president, probably works outside the home and has a family, etc. I think these women just do not have time to even think about the keyboard! She has two teenage boys in the class who are doing very well. She had gone out and picked us a bag full of those fruit things that cashews come from - you know - the ones that stink to high heaven. This time we told her to take them home and feed them to her family. I hope she wasn't offended. I hated to take them when she needed them to feed her family because we would have given them away to someone else who would use them.
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