I totally caved. I finally covered the few grey hairs (ahem, it was only 6! I swear!). Oh course Mom and Honey had their two cents floating around in my head for a month, Like "Can't you color that right out?" "Well yes, I could, but I'm not going too." So after a month of staring in the mirror plucking those 6 hairs out, I decided it is Fall, maybe I could go a little darker, maybe something with a nice undertone too it. And it begins, it always does for me innocently enough, but then it becomes an obsession. A nice all over color becomes worthy of a few highlights..damn that looks better, I bet if I put in a few lowlights..wow holy shit, my hair is awesome. Pretty soon, I have to have it cut exactly every six weeks, more highlights added , a few more lowlights and I'm up to a hair routine that I purposely stopped dying my hair for. And a very costly vice too. I think I need a twelve step program. Hi my name is TTQ and I'm powerless over hair coloring.
It's been awhile since I've had a snark attack on anybody lately. I'm not sure if this even counts, but this lady puzzles me. Yep, Victoria Beckham. Weird costumey outfits as everyday apparel and roles that she dresses her up in the same garb.. Which are for real and which ones aren't? It's hard to tell these days. I'm confused. Is she for real?
Brain Found in Bag Near Richmond, Va. AP Posted: 2007-10-09 16:43:58
RICHMOND, Va. (AP) - A brain was found in a bag near an apartment complex Tuesday morning, but it wasn't clear if it was human or animal, police said. It was discovered in an area next to a suburban Richmond apartment complex under construction and near a mall, Richmond police spokeswoman Karla Peters said. The state medical examiner was examining the brain, she said. It wasn't clear how long it had been there. "We're waiting for the medical examiner to determine how we should proceed," Peters said.
Free association is described as a "psychonanalytic procedure in which a person is encouraged to give free rein to his or her thoughts and feelings, verbalizing whatever comes into the mind without monitoring its content." Over time, this technique is supposed to help bring forth repressed thoughts and feelings that the person can then work through to gain a better sense of self.
That's an admirable goal, but for the purposes of this excercise, we're just hoping to have a little fun with the technique. Which you can respond to with the first thing that comes to mind. "Rules are, there are no rules." There are no right or wrong answers. Don't limit yourself to one word responses; just say everything that pops into your head.
If that were me, I would have totally ran for it. And washed myself with disinfectant, including my eyes. I just have to say ewww. At this point I was glad it was a uni-sex party. I had Honey to protect me from getting pulled onto the chair. After the female stripper got there for the groom things were getting pretty scary. She looked like a crack-ho from the wrong side of town. Nasty.
Tell me his pants are stuffed. Can't can you? Didn't think so.
I have this thing about presents, I love to give them and I like wrapping them. I like when things fit nicely in a box and you can tie it up with a big fucking bow. Life should be like that. It's okay to open them, just open them slowly so you don't break or tear what's inside. I can't seem to give just one gift, I like to give multiple things, I've been shopping for this shower since I heard the date was finally set. It's a Fall Wedding and the invites were in a metallic brown envelope..Loved it! So I wrapped my presents up in fall decor. Martha, you better watch out.
So today I'm thinking I was a little harsh on my thoughts about the Wedding Shower. After all, they are trying to please everybody which is why it's a mishmash of everything. The groom doesn't get his Vegas Wedding so they are making a separate party for him. The Bride's sisters did fly in last night from Chicago and North Carolina to host the party and my SIL is opening her house up for the party. The wedding invite came yesterday and they are beautiful and the location is pretty swanky and they even sent an invite to my mom which was very sweet.
So basically, I was just bitching because I don't feel so hot. I began getting vaccines on Wed and I have to go back next week because they didn't want to tax my system by giving me four different ones on the same day so they only did two one in each arm and next week they will do two more maybe three if I can talk them into it, then I go back in two months and six months for the second and third parts of the ones I got this week. On top of all the other Dr's appts. One of the big things I miss about living in a big city is the quality of health care. I have to drive the hour into Orlando and the hour back even if my appt only lasts 15 mins or so.
Enough bitching, I have one more present to wrap and then I have to see if I can make guacamole from some really hard avocados.
SIL has requested that Honey does his famous lap dances tonight, that's always a treat. Now that I know how to work the video on my camera, I might just catch a dance.
“I'm sorry you are wiser, I'm sorry you are taller; I liked you better foolish and I liked you better smaller.”
My niece is having her wedding shower tomorrow night. Perfectly normal right? Wrong. One- it's a SURPRISE. Normal enough. But wait! It's unisex, okay that scraps a couple of presents I was going to give her. So once I got it straight that it was uni-sex, I read the invite again. It's a Casino theme! Yay! Honey and I don't gamble. But they all do. But wait! There's more! I reread it again, It's a Casino-Luau! hmmm. WTF is that , we pretend we are in Hawaii at a pig roast playing poker with visors on? Or do we pretend that we are in Las Vegas having a luau?
So it's a Surprise, uni-sex, Casino, Luau Wedding Shower! Ta-da! At this point we should just roll Halloween in there and maybe Thanksgiving and be done with everything till Christmas.
Oh and you have to wear casual bright tropical attire, sandals only. Wait I just read it again.
Adults Luau Casino night...Dress Festive/Vacation Style "Flip-flops only" and that is what is printed on the invite. Shit, I really wanted to dress up as Sharon Stone in Casino. Honey could wear his blazer and have his cigar ala Tony Soprano.
I'm declaring a time-out for myself. I'll be back when I have deemed myself qualified to play amongst the rest of the bloggers of the world again. Right now, I'm going to sit here and whine to myself how shitty my day has been. Cause really, it's all about me isn't it. And if it's not then leave me alone anyways. No? Really? Go away! Come back!
Actually I had a pretty good post going on until Blogger didn't save my post. And now it's gone. And I'm sad. I'm mad.
Crocs and other soft-soled shoes can get stuck in the teeth of escalators and cause minor to severe injuries. Sandals, tennis shoes, flip flops and other "shoe entrapments" have been yanked to the bowels of those moving stairs. A few horrifying accounts describe Crocs and immitation Crocs on the feet of children becoming stuck as the escalator stairs converge and causing toes to be ripped off or mutilated to the point of needing amputation...
Elton John tickets went on sale yesterday morning. I forgot. Elton is Honey's favorite, me not so much. I like him but I don't think I would ever buy his cds. Not that I need too, Honey has most if not all of them.
Last month Tori Amos tickets went on sale and I didn't buy them, I just saw her two years ago. Honey had Mom buy the tickets on her credit card leaving no paper trail for me. So, I got surprised with tickets.
Basically, Honey got screwed. The show is sold out. In my defense he was suppose to call me and wake me up so I coould be online when they went on sale.
I still feel bad though, Honey doesn't ask for much.
My world just got rocked. My general practitioner's office lost their best Nurse Practitioner (i.e. mine). I didn't see her alot because I mostly see specialists. But the transplant center ordered some vaccinations (I wonder if I get tags with that) and said just go to your GP's office, so I kept putting it off for the last month. Today I call for an appt. and they tell me she left in June. She is going to be a SAHM, which I knew but didn't think it would be this soon. Everybody else I know goes to the same one here in town and not in Orlando, so I figured I could switch to one here, but they all see the same one and he isn't taking new patients. So I'm gonna go meet this other N.P. at the same office I was going too, and I'm going to have to start all over again....sigh, I can barely keep all my tests and appts straight as it is, now I have to explain it all again? Even Honey gets confused. God, she was great. Also she was a Ex-pro ball player's wife too, so we always had a great time when I went to see her. Did I mention she was efficent, caring, and smart? I'm sad.
Factory Girl finally came from Netflix after waiting a long time for it to be released, I watched this weekend. It's a film about Edie Sedgwick and her relationship with Andy Warhol. The clip isn't from the film but gives a brief look into her life
The book I read on the cruise was about art too. Lulu meets God and Doubts Him
From Publishers Weekly
In this enjoyably tart art world sendup, winsome, aperçu-spouting Mia McMurray (think Party Girl–era Parker Posey) is a gallerista—one of the invariably decorative young women who act as a gallery's de facto concierge, and "who is always, always watching," as Mia herself puts it. A mysterious portrait by the recently late Jeffrey Finelli (killed by an errant cab in front of Mia's Simon Pryce gallery) gives the novel its winningly clumsy title and sets up its main conflict, between grasping art collectors and representatives of Finelli's estate. Former Mademoiselle and Woman's Day editor Ganek, herself a significant art collector, offers sharply drawn characters and convincingly savvy details. That the book's most important female collector is presented as a loudmouthed and overdressed refugee from Absolutely Fabulous gives a sense of its waspish humor. But Ganek stops short of crude caricature, and Ganek's portraits of the variously sneaky, ridiculous and pretentious art world denizens are tinged with affection and depth. The tone is sophisticated chick lit, and there's a sweet love story threaded in, but what most clearly animates this debut, and sets it apart, is a real sense that art matters. (June)
I want to wear a trench coat next time I go to the airport. I want to do a line dance of sorts on the moving sidewalk. Alone with My Moon My Man, My Moon And My Man. All alone in my head singing and dancing like nobody will see me. I want to be her just for a song
Honey told me he would rather incur my wrath by calling me a bitch everyday than have me do the one thing that annoys him more than anything. Me annoy? He couldn't even say it, it annoys him that much.
So what else to do but rattle off a list of my offensive behavior?
Um pick my nose? No. I would rather you pick and I eat your boogers.
Forget to fill the dog's water dish? No.
Run my nails down the back of your neck while you are on the phone? No.
Come to bed late at night? No.
Driving over the grass to park in our driveway or pulling out of our driveway? ( I love doing that, I giggle everytime I do it.)
Move the furniture around? No.
Change the bedroom look every three months? No.
Honey then stops me with "I'm doing my paperwork, we'll get back to this" (meaning he hopes I will have forgotten.)
Fine.
What is it? Tell me. Please? Have you ever told me it annoys you? Yes?
Hmm, I don't recall you EVER saying anything.
Oh I have, trust me I have.
What is it?
Ok (sigh) The Chiken thin....
Oh! Chickety China The Chinese Chicken!
Stop!
No! It's funny it makes me laugh (I guess I know it really is annoying). It just makes me giggle I can't stop saying it!
33 year old stay at home wife and mom. Okay, I don't have any kids...just a husband, two dogs, a cat and a Roomba.
'Cause baby girl's a queen
And a queen's a pawn with a bunch of fancy moves