Does anyone ever truly forget to eat on a daily basis? Do you?
I can get it if it’s a super busy day but every day? I hear people say this and roll my eyes on the inside. Do they want me to think that they are far too superior to worry about something as mundane as eating?
I bet they never poop either.
I went in planning on doing light highlights. I’d told my stylist that I wanted to do blue streaks and she had some blue dye and we decided to do that instead. I know if you want a really vibrant color that you need to totally bleach out your hair and wanted to avoid that. She did the blue on my normal hair and colored the rest like I normally do (to hide the gray) and you couldn’t see the blue at all.
Then I was kind of bummed because I wanted some color! I told her that I really didn’t want to strip out my hair today because I’ve heard so many things about how horrible that is for your hair and it took FOREVER to get my hair looking normal after spending a lot of time highlighting it. So she said we could bleach it a little and the blue should grab on but not be too bright. That was okay. I didn’t want it too bright because I was afraid that Sweety was going to shit his pants when he saw it. I wanted subtle blue. This time. Heh.
Instead it came out crayon green. And I’m okay with it. It was really a toss-up between blue or green from the start because I like both colors. When she saw it, she said if I really wanted blue that she’d strip it out today and redo it. I told her no because I really do like the color green.
But does it look like it was caused by being in a swimming pool for too long?
I can’t get a decent photo of this. The first one had no flash on the camera and the second one did.
The recent trip to Reno and Vegas? The only redeeming things about it were meeting Margaret and Gina.
It was the Man’s birthday and Margaret’s family came to Reno and met me for supper. The boys showed off their fishing gear and were so cute and well-mannered that I couldn’t quit watching them.
Maybe I have a touch of baby fever.
And the next night I met Gina. We had some awesome food at a little casino and then went to watch Sweety bowl. Gina was tired.
I was tired too but I know if I fall asleep in a public place that Sweety will mess with me so I stayed awake. I’ve come to realize that bowling isn’t the most interesting thing to watch if you aren’t playing.
The majority of the trip was spent toting around a guy that came by himself and had to zoom in on every thing that we wanted to do. He smelled like he’d never seen the business end of a bar of soap and made me want to stab my eyes out. I blame him for my tequila drinking at 10 a.m. It was the only way I could cope because I’d been forbidden from telling him to take a fucking bath.
I told Sweety that we will NEVER EVER AGAIN go somewhere with a group of people to split the cost of a rental car. Next time, we will rent a tiny car that only has 2 seats.
It wasn’t really a vacation. It was like I lost a week of my life. Then when we got home? I got to work for six days in a row to make up for some of the days I’d been off. So I really lost 2 weeks of life. I’m just starting to feel normal (normal. Ha!) now.
Oh, people! I let BB drive me for the first time the other day! I thought I was having a heart attack but I lived. He’d never driven my car either (it’s the same kind as Sweety’s, just a different year) so it was exciting. I’d thought that maybe he would drive some when we go to Oklahoma in a couple of weeks but I now know that there is no way that I could sit in the passenger seat while he zooms down the interstate at 70 mph. 35 mph almost did me in. He’s a good driver but I had a huge issue with putting my life in his hands. I can’t get him to pick up his dirty clothes consistently but he’s driving? I remember when he was little and looked like a puppy! Where has the time gone?
This time tomorrow, I will be in Las Vegas. Possibly in the midst of much debauchery with the most fantabulous Amy. And Kari the next night! And if all goes well, meeting Naomi later in the week! I am mucho excited!
This week has been so freaking busy. I had to work on my normally scheduled day off so I could be off yesterday to go on a field trip with LB. We went to Epcot and it wore me out.
One day this week, I shampooed the carpet after I got off work so the house wouldn’t be so grungy when the girls next door come over to dog-sit. And tonight after work I went to buy a pair of pants. I realized that I only have one pair of jeans and everything else I wear around the house is too ratty to go out in. I have a feeling that buying clothes when I’m tired and desperate wasn’t a good idea. I only got one outfit though. I think it looks okay but I have a feeling Sweety will look at me sideways in it. He will live.
I better go finish packing and getting the house clean. Oh! And I have a whole sack of bad apples to hurl into the retention pond behind the house! Losta exciting things going on here.
In 10 days these white legs are making their way to Las Vegas! Woot!
(Maybe you’ve seen the shirt around before…)
Let me ask you something…
When you see a friend making what you think is a bad choice – do you say something? Sometimes I don’t. (Unless I’m flat-out asked my opinion. Then I’ll tell you what I really think because you wanted to know.) You can just tell when someone has their mind good and set on something and nothing you say or do will make a difference. I think it’s sometimes best to just keep your mouth shut and when everything goes to hell in a handbasket – then you can help your friend get their shit together.
Sweety said this makes me a bad friend. A friend of mine is planning a wedding and I truly think it’s a bad idea but she has her mind set on it and I know what kind of person she is. I have kind of gently mentioned other alternatives (like, wait!) but she has no interest in them. I don’t see the point in sitting her down and going over all the reasons why I think it’s a bad idea. Nothing I say will change her mind. So why say anything and rain on her parade?
UPDATE! Thanks for your advice! Luckily, friend called me and said that the wedding is off! She caught the man in some lies and told him to buzz off. I’m glad.
This is Oliver .5 seconds after I screamed really loud to wake him up. He gets all buried up and then bumbles around when I scare him. It never gets old.
Here he is fighting for his blankie. We’ll wrap his toy in the blanket and then he’ll find it. If he can’t get to it easily then he will just chew through the blanket to get the toy.
I turned around to this. Sometimes Sweety scares me.
