Pizza and cute hair

UGH! I am SOOO full... you know that point where you are eating and you think I should SOOO stop right now and you don't? I hit that spot today while eating pizza. It has been a couple months since I made it and it just tasted so good! Except it was the pizza sauce that always upsets my stomach (as opposed to the other pizza sauce which usually upsets my stomach. :) ). I know I know... why do I eat it if it upsets my stomach? Because it is yummy, and what's a little pepto bismol in the evening. :)

Holy cow! I just looked over at the fish water and boy does the fish need more water. Poor thing. But he's lucky I even remember to feed him lately. Fish abuse... someone from the FPS (fishie protective services) could come pounding on my door any day now.

Y'all wil have to bear with me about my current hair obsession. It is just so fun! I LOVE IT! I can pull a little of the front off my face and hold it back with a barrette and it looks cute... or I can wear it back in a headband and it looks very 50's mom... or I just shake my head and it just feels so happy and cheery. The shortest hairs on the back of my head does this weird curl thing, but whatever it is still cute. Cute... Cute. :)

Wet Wet Wet!

Ugh, all morning long it wasn't too yucky out (as near as I could tell looking out the window) and when do I finally decide to get off my ass and go to Fred Meyer? 3:00... when it is raining out. As I started out it wasn't soo bad but as I trekked... harder and harder. Finally I get to Fred Meyer and fill my basket with GF stuff (since they are the only place that really carries anything) and I'm looking in my wallet and no debit card. WTF? Where the fuck is it? Stand. Think. Oh yeah, in my jeans pocket from last night. :( Luckily I had a credit card with me to use which I shouldn't have used, but there was no way I was putting all that crap back and going home to get my debit card then walking all the way back to Fred Meyer. On the way home I stopped at QFC too. By the time I got home, I was dripping wet. My jeans and socks were soaked. There is nothing so blissful as warm dry sweats after your legs are totally cold. My hat kept my hair dry except the very tips. Now that it is all short, though, it takes like no time to dry! :)

Actually I slept late! :) It was wonderful! This new short do is so great. My shower only took like 10 minutes instead of the usual over 20. Although, it will be hard to remember how much shampoo and conditioner I need now instead of the usual amount. :)

Why aren't you online yet? Aren't you usually up by now on a Saturday because you can't sleep? I think I am going to make soap after the housekeepers leave. Then Heather and Spencer are coming over for a visit.

I don't need a man because i've got great hair hair!

Holy cow. My hair is so cute! I got so many compliments from the gay boys... and the straight bartender. It was so fun! It is very cute and I really like it. Hair cut today... color some time soon... tattoo in like 44 days... i'm getting all wild and shit. :) Revitalize Joanne time. :) OOh and I did turn a couple boys heads while we were walking to and from the bars...

Darn... my delay in asking about color meant he won't have time tonight to do color so only cutting... :(

for the love of pete

Just tell the guy exactly what I wrote for you and it will turn out well. It may take a day or two to get used, but it won't look ugly. Btw, in case you forgot, hair grows back and you own like a million bucket hats. :)

Panic Attack... Panic Attack... Panic Attack...

Health health health darling...

Ok so I am starting to have minor trepidation about today's drastic hair change. I'm going through with it, don't get all thinking I'm going to wimp out but this IS a big change for me. I have had some variation of long stick straight hair since jr high. JR HIGH... (which I know is the total sign that I need a change I get it...) Right now all those what if's are running through my head... what if it is bad... what if it is ugly... what if I really do cry? Damn I'm neurotic. :)

OK... I have it on good authority that for an appropriate blow job, you need to swallow and I strongly suspect this isn't on the juice fast diet.

A few things to address:

1- Yay! Wings, pizza, Fruitopia and Letterman. A very fond memory from college.
2- Yes, my life does seem quite suburban. We are trying to work on that. We will likely be moving to the city if I am accepted to USC for an MFA in Screenwriting, but that is about a year away. Also, I did get Bryan porn for Vday before, so we actually have quite enough of it. I think he would be happy with a blow job or two. (Sorry, Joanne).
3- Joanne, you definitely need to call the hair salon to change your appt. to cut AND color. If you don't do it now, I fear you won't do it all, and you NEED to.
4- No one should join any cults before I get to Seattle.

Holy cow! Our little Vladdy is growing up. I never thought I'd see the day where sex with a hot hot hot guy takes a back seat to sex with a guy you actually have something in common with and are building a relationship with. Of course, I'm jealous as hell... I like it better when you are having random sex. :)

Did you ever have one of those dreams where everything is so awesome in the dream and you don't want to wake up and when you do you are sad because you want that dream life to be real life? I had one of those this morning. Now I'm like... NO... I want THAT life... it was better! :D

Distance does preclude all other qualities. The model in Colorado would be my first choice, though. He's HOT! But Matthew and I have more in common than I do with those other guys. They just want something physical. I'm soooo beyond that now. Don't get me wrong, Matthew is GREAT in bed AND he lives in the same city as me. So, Matthew it is!

Just for you I'm going to cry and cry and cry for days and YOU... yes YOU are going to have to cope with it. :) This wil require you... yes YOU buying me lots of pretty things to make me happy. No blonde! NEVER blonde... red...

If you have these other two hot boys pounding down your door, what the heck are you doing with Matthew? He's sweet and all but... c'mon a hot IRISH guy? I'm such an accent whore.

I'm glad we all have our health. I'm sure one day, our collective stories would make a great book. Although Michelle's life does sound rather...well...suburban and white picket fence. Come on! A bbq for Valentine's day? Get some edible panties and handcuffs...body wax! I big dildo and some porn...a balloon ride...rent a motel room and pretend you're a prostitute and he's your john. Oh boy, now I'm getting excited.

I called Matthew and asked him if he wanted to plan Valentine's day together or if he wanted me to plan it. There was a lot of ho-humming and it was decided that I should plan it. I'm not sure if I like this holiday, too.

So I discovered that my nasty protein shake stuff from the gym tastes great when it's really cold. So I drop ice cubes in the blender with it. Today, I dropped a frozen strawberry in there and DAMN! This is the bomb!!!!

So Mederic has taken a turn for the worst. He's back in the psychiatric ward at Surrey General Hospital on suicide watch. I'm going to plan a trip up there so if anyone wants to visit Vancouver, let me know! I'm taking Matthew with me, but NOT to the hospital. I won't tell Mederic about him just yet. The old addage is correct. Once you're taken, all the boys want you. I've got two guys trying to beat down my door to date me. And they are fucking hot. One is an ex model, but he lives in Colorado. The other is an Irish flight attendant who could fly into Seattle whenever.

I did my taxes last night. I'm so happy I'm getting money back. I also reconciled the past 4 years of taxes for my business. It was easy doing that crap online! Yeah for the Internet.

So I'm watching Tyra Banks' show America's Top Model. They all got hair makeovers...DRASTIC hair makeovers. One girl got her LONG hair chopped off and it looks punkish. She cried for like the entire fucking episode. If I had been next to her, I would've slapped her. I don't want to see Joanne until days after this haircut and the crying has stopped. Although, she says she's not going to cry. I don't believe her. I'll state that outright. hmmm, blonde would be a good look. Or red...
I'm now expecting some kind of yelling post about how's she not going to cry and she's told me this a million times and why don't I have faith blah blah. lol

Michelle, when you come, one night we'll do pizza, chicken wings, fruitopia and Letterman!

Volunteering and other stuff...

The Jaycees are now becoming a hmmm... do I go so far as to say botheration? I have received 5 emails from them today alone. I also received a phone call yesterday asking if I was still going to join. "Um well, no I haven't decided" I lied. I think they may actually be a cult. :) Good thing I dodged that bullet.

All of my self improvement plans have kind of stumbled... except the haircut part. I think it comes down to laziness. I am lazy. :)

I am volunteering for the fireman stairclimb (yum firemen...). It must suck to be a volunteer coordinator. We have had this series of emails about my volunteering on that Saturday (which I just realized is the Saturday before my birthday when I am going to have to clean like a maniac because I will have a houseguest). It started out as which shift I would prefer. My answer was something to the effect that I have no real preference, just what they need more help with. Then she emails back with she needs more people in the AM shift, is 8:30 too early? I reply... just fine and whatever you need me to do just let me know. Now we have to figure out what job I'm going to do... She asks if the registration table is going to be okay (in my mind I'm thinking HELL YEA! hot FIRE boys checking in with me...) but I play it cool and say whatever you need the most help with. I wonder if this bugs her?

Random side note... Owen Wilson's nose is just. not. cute...

Stupid Gluten Intolerance

Okay so I know that I'm griping about the wrong thing here and there are plenty of people who would love to work with such considerate people, but I hate drawing attention to myself. For some reason munchies are a big deal at all these little events we have within HR... birthdays, anniversaries (how long you've been with SU not wedding) and the like. So whenever one of these things comes up, we do a little card and a little treat, here's where stupid gluten intolerance comes in. Typically they just buy little samplings from Starbucks. I'm fine with that honestly. I don't feel this random need for pastry in the middle of the day and at this point, there is very little that I look at and go OMG I must have that! So in order to accommodate my needs, they will buy some other off the wall thing and here is where I take issue. I don't like to have a big deal made about me. I would so much prefer if they would just forget and let me pass on snacks. I get it though, they would feel bad eating in front of me, but at the same time I always feel so weird when they find something acceptable for me... (let me stress this is usually something random... like today my boss had the idea of an ice cream bar) Ugh. I'm probably arguing the wrong issue and I realize I should be thrilled that they go out of their way to accommodate my needs.. but you know how I am. (neurotic) :| I must say that it is infintely better than when I am with people who offer me something I can't eat and when I decline suddenly say "Oh my god, I'm so sorry, I forgot" and apologize and go on and on and on. I have no problems declining what I can't eat. I don't expect random people (and in some respects I consider coworkers random people although this is a fairly small team) to remember my dietary needs.

On a related note, I hate it when I'm stressed out (as I have been lately although much better thanks) and my arms break out in big blisters. Like the pills are doing nothing.

Appreciation

You know right when I am feeling down or yucky (which I have for like the last week and a half or so) something will happen that makes me realize that really, honestly, my life ain't so crappy. Here's today's... I just spoke to a lovely employee of the U who is in some bad stage of breast cancer. She has had both lobbed off and has no hair anymore. But today is one of her cheerful and spry days so she is feeling good. Obviously, my life ain't so bad. I still have most of my health (ok all of my health in that as far as I know I'm not dying of anything but age right now). I still have my hair (until Friday). I still have both boobs (and you know that encourages boys even if I don't have a boy on the horizon right now). As broke as I am, I don't have medical bills commensurate with what a person with cancer would have and I don't have to worry about running out of sick leave or vacation days and have to take time off without pay. I exercise almost every day. I have the time and energy to volunteer. Life isn't THAT bad right now. Obviously it could be a whole hell of a lot worse. (I did joke once with Missy while doing the cancer walk with her one night that with my luck I would get breast cancer and lose the only 2 things I really appreciate about my body... my boobs and my hair)

Haircut!

Ok so it is on for Friday at 5:30. I am a little anxious. Mostly I just want him to make it look nice and require minimal effort on my part. :) I know I know... I must suffer for my beauty (according to Michelle), but seriously... we all know I won't do that much with it. Ooh afterward, we can go drink heavily right sweetie? ;) No dye though. I will save that for some future hair fiasco.

Cookies n More!

Well, I've just totalled up my cookie order and I sold 77 boxes! I think that's better than I did when I was a kid. :D However, it gets depressing when I realize that that 77 boxes only equals $34.00 for our troop. How slightly sad. It also means that I get a kicky "Go Girlfriends!" visor... unless any of my kids are short on boxes then I'll totally let them get the prizes because really, what do I need with a "Go Girlfriends!" visor?

In other news: my boss is out today. I am bored. I ACTUALLY have work to do just no desire to do it. When did I lose my work ethic? I think I have no desire to do it because if I actually do work, then there won't be any for me to do tomorrow. :D

No need for the cooking of the fish. I don't even cook fish in my own house all that often and I like fish. I just want to go there. I may need to eat something while there if simply to enjoy the pure pleasure of eating again. Sigh and alas, no gum on the juice fast. It gets your saliva moving and activates the digestion proces... blah, blah, blah. I just cling to the fact that I am losing a lot of weight. I better fit into some hot looking jeans by the time I come up there!