Picture this in a very high-pitched Valley Girl type accent that's really really gratingly loud. Also, just to paint this picture for you, this person is the type to stay on the Cardio machines for over an hour EVEN THOUGH THE SIGNS SAYS "30 minute Time Limit", so she re-sets her time every 1/2 hour even if there are people waiting to get on a machine...
"So, I had one of those days yesterday where I just realized everyone I work with is stupid. Like Lisa*. I mean, once someone told her they could totally tell she was not college educated and now she's all fixated on it and paranoid about that."
WOW. That's like walking up to a really fat person and saying "I can totally tell you eat A LOT." and then being all surprised that you hurt their feelings.
AND THEY GYM WOMAN THINKS THE PEOPLE AROUND HER ARE STUPID!
*Not her real name. I was too busy trying to get my brain to not leak out of my ear to deal with people's names and such.
Thursday, February 23, 2006
Tuesday, February 21, 2006
It Was Funny Then Too
The color printer for my office was acting up, so I was on the phone with IT trying to get it straightened out. IT Guy asks if he can take remote control over my computer, I say sure!
He looks around at a few things as I explain what the problem is. He prints a test page. I go to see if it works.
It does.
When I come back, he says, "I'm going to open an email and print it just to make sure everything is working. Can I print this email?"
Before it opens I say "Sure" because what could I possibly have in my work email that would be personal?
As the email opens I begin laughing very hard. He catches this and says "I won't read it."
The email was between a co-worker/friend of mine, containing various personal information about the Diva Cup, the pill, cycling together and how many Valentine's Days I have been on my period.
Needless to say, I didn't want to draw any more attention to the email, so I just continue quietly giggling as I check the color printer to make sure it worked.
After I get off the phone, I am laughing so hard I can barely talk. Leave it to me to have a VERY personal email opened and printed by the super sweet IT Guy. Luckily he has a wife and daughter so if he did read it, I highly doubt it was new information for him.
He looks around at a few things as I explain what the problem is. He prints a test page. I go to see if it works.
It does.
When I come back, he says, "I'm going to open an email and print it just to make sure everything is working. Can I print this email?"
Before it opens I say "Sure" because what could I possibly have in my work email that would be personal?
As the email opens I begin laughing very hard. He catches this and says "I won't read it."
The email was between a co-worker/friend of mine, containing various personal information about the Diva Cup, the pill, cycling together and how many Valentine's Days I have been on my period.
Needless to say, I didn't want to draw any more attention to the email, so I just continue quietly giggling as I check the color printer to make sure it worked.
After I get off the phone, I am laughing so hard I can barely talk. Leave it to me to have a VERY personal email opened and printed by the super sweet IT Guy. Luckily he has a wife and daughter so if he did read it, I highly doubt it was new information for him.
Wednesday, February 15, 2006
So Many Things
I may just number this to make it easier:
1. My niece has a brain infection. I totally thought these types of things only happened in soap operas, but here it is in real life. My poor niece has not had the easiest of lives so far. First she was diagnosed with Tourettes Syndrome and they put her on some awful medicines and now this. Please send good thoughts to my niece in Texas as she is in quarantine in her home for a month as she is on some serious meds that make her sleep all the time. Also, because of our Presidents freaking genius, "No Child Left Behind" crap, she is going to have to repeat a grade because of being out sick. The thing is, she isn't far behind and has amazing grades, but because she doesn't have the exact number of days in school, she is being punished. I hate our President and his completely idiotic ideas.
2. Valentine's Day is not over for me yet! As I type this, The Boyfriend just received a package from Café Press of some shirt that he designed for me and won't tell me what it is no matter how many times I call home and ask what I am getting.
3. Today is my Future Maybe Mother-in Law's* Birthday! Happy Birthday Marcia! Hope you have a great day!
4. I am no longer using tampons ever again now that I have tried the Instead Cup. I love it. Despite some, um, interesting beginnings, I am now completely in love with this and will never ever use anything else except some other kind of cup because good god people, these things are amazing. If you haven't tried it, please do so. You will understand why I am so happy. I mean 12 HOURS BEFORE YOU HAVE TO CHANGE ANYTHING!!!!
Also, less waste to throw away. Good for you, good for the planet. Everyone wins!
5. I am mostly finished with my first non-scarf knitting project, except I think the pattern was wrong or I read it wrong, but now I need to either start over or go buy more yarn to try and fix it. Instead of deciding I have left it sitting on the back of my couch for a couple of weeks now because I am mad at it for being wrong, so I guess I am punishing my poncho.
6. Does anyone else think we need to get some money together and send Garet to his own vocal lessons? If you watch American Idol, I am talking about the sweet cowboy from Wyoming. He was so damn cute and nice and actually aware of the extent of his talent. I adore him.
Ah! He has a website!
I guess that is all.
* We (being Marcia and I) came up with this name for her awhile ago because we both thought it was funny and I was sick of being introduced at The Boyfriends Girlfriend because really, we have been dating for a long time and "girlfriend" just sounds to temporary. So does "this is my Boyfriends Mom." I forgot about it until I starting writing this post. I may have to start using it again.
1. My niece has a brain infection. I totally thought these types of things only happened in soap operas, but here it is in real life. My poor niece has not had the easiest of lives so far. First she was diagnosed with Tourettes Syndrome and they put her on some awful medicines and now this. Please send good thoughts to my niece in Texas as she is in quarantine in her home for a month as she is on some serious meds that make her sleep all the time. Also, because of our Presidents freaking genius, "No Child Left Behind" crap, she is going to have to repeat a grade because of being out sick. The thing is, she isn't far behind and has amazing grades, but because she doesn't have the exact number of days in school, she is being punished. I hate our President and his completely idiotic ideas.
2. Valentine's Day is not over for me yet! As I type this, The Boyfriend just received a package from Café Press of some shirt that he designed for me and won't tell me what it is no matter how many times I call home and ask what I am getting.
3. Today is my Future Maybe Mother-in Law's* Birthday! Happy Birthday Marcia! Hope you have a great day!
4. I am no longer using tampons ever again now that I have tried the Instead Cup. I love it. Despite some, um, interesting beginnings, I am now completely in love with this and will never ever use anything else except some other kind of cup because good god people, these things are amazing. If you haven't tried it, please do so. You will understand why I am so happy. I mean 12 HOURS BEFORE YOU HAVE TO CHANGE ANYTHING!!!!
Also, less waste to throw away. Good for you, good for the planet. Everyone wins!
5. I am mostly finished with my first non-scarf knitting project, except I think the pattern was wrong or I read it wrong, but now I need to either start over or go buy more yarn to try and fix it. Instead of deciding I have left it sitting on the back of my couch for a couple of weeks now because I am mad at it for being wrong, so I guess I am punishing my poncho.
6. Does anyone else think we need to get some money together and send Garet to his own vocal lessons? If you watch American Idol, I am talking about the sweet cowboy from Wyoming. He was so damn cute and nice and actually aware of the extent of his talent. I adore him.
Ah! He has a website!
I guess that is all.
* We (being Marcia and I) came up with this name for her awhile ago because we both thought it was funny and I was sick of being introduced at The Boyfriends Girlfriend because really, we have been dating for a long time and "girlfriend" just sounds to temporary. So does "this is my Boyfriends Mom." I forgot about it until I starting writing this post. I may have to start using it again.
Friday, February 10, 2006
Why Me
So, The Boyfriend and I had a wild night last night of shopping at Costco. Whenever we are done with our actual shopping, The Boyfriend likes to look around the DVD section, to see if he can find any DVD's that he will then convince me we HAVE TO HAVE.
Since I don't really care to wander the DVD section (seriously, it is always busy and full of rude people who don't understand personal space) I decided to wander around the women's clothes section.
The women's clothes section of Costco depresses me. I feel so bad for the employees who are always there and always refolding the crap people just throw back somewhere near the pile they picked it up from. It just seems like a never ending job and no one even pays attention to what you are doing. Seriously, I don't know how these people don't snap and start screaming at the customers who walk up right next to them and completely tear apart a pile of clothes they just finished folding. I would actually pay to see that happen.
Anyhoo, the clothes section didn't have anything weird or interesting, so I started meandering towards the DVD's when this man stops me and in a very thick eastern european accent, asks if this is the only women's section in Costco. Now, I had noticed this man not just because he was intently inspecting items in the women's section, but because he seemed to need someone to notice that he was looking at women's clothes.
I answer him that it is.
"I am looking for something for my mother."
I say that's nice and begin walking away.
"Can I ask you something?"
Now here is where I should have just continued walking away. But NOOOO, I turn around and look at him.
"Have I seen you somewhere before? I work in Santa Monica? Do you live around here?"
I answer "I don't hang out in Santa Monica, so no, you probably have not seen me before."
"Don't you live around here?"
"Yes, I live in this general area, but I have not met you before." I continue edging away from him as I am now completely annoyed.
"Well I swear I have seen you before. Are you just looking around?"
"Well, my boyfriend is right over there looking at movies and I am looking at clothes."
He asks me my name. I tell him my first name. He shakes my hand and tells me his name is Sage and that I have a pretty name. (Really, I don't think my first name is all that exciting, so this is how I usually know some guy is just trying anything to get me to talk to him.)
He starts rambling about how he works in Century City, that his work just moved there and something about how he is around this area a lot and asking if I am American. I am totally not paying attention as I am calculating how quickly I can get away from him and how fast I can convince The Boyfriend that we need to leave the store immediately.
I say "Nice meeting you I have to go."
He says "Maybe I will see you around again. Or we could meet for Green Tea sometime."
I walk away.
Okay, I have never been one to get hit on a lot. I know it usually takes me a little bit to realize "Hey, this person is hitting on you!?"
But seriously, how many freaking people have fallen for the "I am looking for something for my Mother" line? I could give a crap that you are picking something out for you Mom. I mean, what kind of creep doesn't pick up on body language or the name drop of Boyfriend and back off? WHY IN CRAPS SAKE DID HE THINK I WOULD GO GET GREEN TEA WITH SOME STRANGE GUY I MET IN THE WOMEN'S CLOTHES SECTION OF COSTCO?
Why didn't I call The Boyfriend "my fiance'" like I usually do when someone weird starts talking to me?
At least we got "Wallace & Gromit in The Curse of the Were-Rabbit ." That makes me happy. But I don't think I should have to suffer through extremely bad attempts at getting picked up just for cheap DVD's.
Since I don't really care to wander the DVD section (seriously, it is always busy and full of rude people who don't understand personal space) I decided to wander around the women's clothes section.
The women's clothes section of Costco depresses me. I feel so bad for the employees who are always there and always refolding the crap people just throw back somewhere near the pile they picked it up from. It just seems like a never ending job and no one even pays attention to what you are doing. Seriously, I don't know how these people don't snap and start screaming at the customers who walk up right next to them and completely tear apart a pile of clothes they just finished folding. I would actually pay to see that happen.
Anyhoo, the clothes section didn't have anything weird or interesting, so I started meandering towards the DVD's when this man stops me and in a very thick eastern european accent, asks if this is the only women's section in Costco. Now, I had noticed this man not just because he was intently inspecting items in the women's section, but because he seemed to need someone to notice that he was looking at women's clothes.
I answer him that it is.
"I am looking for something for my mother."
I say that's nice and begin walking away.
"Can I ask you something?"
Now here is where I should have just continued walking away. But NOOOO, I turn around and look at him.
"Have I seen you somewhere before? I work in Santa Monica? Do you live around here?"
I answer "I don't hang out in Santa Monica, so no, you probably have not seen me before."
"Don't you live around here?"
"Yes, I live in this general area, but I have not met you before." I continue edging away from him as I am now completely annoyed.
"Well I swear I have seen you before. Are you just looking around?"
"Well, my boyfriend is right over there looking at movies and I am looking at clothes."
He asks me my name. I tell him my first name. He shakes my hand and tells me his name is Sage and that I have a pretty name. (Really, I don't think my first name is all that exciting, so this is how I usually know some guy is just trying anything to get me to talk to him.)
He starts rambling about how he works in Century City, that his work just moved there and something about how he is around this area a lot and asking if I am American. I am totally not paying attention as I am calculating how quickly I can get away from him and how fast I can convince The Boyfriend that we need to leave the store immediately.
I say "Nice meeting you I have to go."
He says "Maybe I will see you around again. Or we could meet for Green Tea sometime."
I walk away.
Okay, I have never been one to get hit on a lot. I know it usually takes me a little bit to realize "Hey, this person is hitting on you!?"
But seriously, how many freaking people have fallen for the "I am looking for something for my Mother" line? I could give a crap that you are picking something out for you Mom. I mean, what kind of creep doesn't pick up on body language or the name drop of Boyfriend and back off? WHY IN CRAPS SAKE DID HE THINK I WOULD GO GET GREEN TEA WITH SOME STRANGE GUY I MET IN THE WOMEN'S CLOTHES SECTION OF COSTCO?
Why didn't I call The Boyfriend "my fiance'" like I usually do when someone weird starts talking to me?
At least we got "Wallace & Gromit in The Curse of the Were-Rabbit ." That makes me happy. But I don't think I should have to suffer through extremely bad attempts at getting picked up just for cheap DVD's.
Tuesday, February 07, 2006
Nuts to You!
So, I don't have my Traders Joe's stuff written yet, but for now, I would like to say Nuts to You stupid freaking California weather! Seriously, it's February. Last year everyone was worried about all the rain and this year all I worry about is whether or not I can shove a knife through my temple without causing any serious damage. Because some days a knife would feel better than the sinus pressure I am dealing with.
And again, why does every weatherperson act like 85 degrees is great! Brilliant! The best weather every! I am going to kick them all in the head.
Right around their sinus area.
And again, why does every weatherperson act like 85 degrees is great! Brilliant! The best weather every! I am going to kick them all in the head.
Right around their sinus area.
Monday, February 06, 2006
Monday, Monday
So, umm, I seem to have spring fever and it's only February.
I have felt like I am barely holding my crap together ALL DAY. But in a good way. Like I am all giddy for really no reason. Which is a good thing because I started today hating the world and pretty much most people in it.
I have felt like I am barely holding my crap together ALL DAY. But in a good way. Like I am all giddy for really no reason. Which is a good thing because I started today hating the world and pretty much most people in it.
Thursday, January 26, 2006
Reasons Why
I should not be allowed near lemons or Sharpie's while bored at work. Meet my new friend Lancelot Lemon courtesy of L!
Wednesday, January 25, 2006
A Potpourri
Since I have been dealing with very random thoughts for the past few days, I thought I would share them with you.
*I know most people have seen this, but it makes me laugh so I am sharing it with you.
*I started this plant project almost 2 weeks ago with this plant that is supposed to appear with my fortune on it, but nothing is growing. It probably doesn't help that I keep forgetting to water it, but still, this just continues my running score of killing any houseplants. I can't believe I even entertain the idea of having kids when keeping a plant alive becomes boring to me after day 2 of taking care of them. So now instead of a cute photo essay about the plant growing, it will now be a photo essay about a can of dirt. A cute can of dirt.
*I am so annoyed at Trader Joe's right now, it has inspired a new section for this blog I will entitle "Nuts to You". Just know that whenever I say that in my head, I hear the theme song for those "Real Men of Genius" commercials, where, at the end the guy sums up what the commercial was about, "So, here's to you Mr. Taco Bowl Inventor" but instead in my head I hear "so Nut's to You Mr. Trader Joe's Broccolli that went bad after 2 days" or whatever else I am annoyed with. Didn't know I was so good at rambling did you! Just know I will probably post more now that I already have 2 subjects for the new "Nuts to You" section.
Also, every time I say "Nuts to You" I giggle.
*The Boyfriend and I have been Netflixing "MI-5" thanks to a recommendation from Julie, who was also the giver of the fortune plant that will never be. Much to my surprise, it has Hugh Laurie in it. He's "House" and I have the biggest crush on him, even more so now since seeing him in this. Good lord, he is a sexy man.
*I have finally started my first non-scarf knitting item. I am making myself a poncho and with any luck, I will be finished with it before next winter. I have already re-started it 3 times and thrown it across the room only twice. Yes, I have a temper.
*I have been listening to Kelly Clarkson's album and I can't get one of the songs out of my head.
I guess that's all for now. These don't seem so random to me now that I have typed them out, but I am probably forgetting most of my most random thoughts from the last week anyway.
Toodles.
Friday, January 06, 2006
My New Favorite Quote
"Chuck Norris is kind of like Jesus, but instead of dying for your sins, he will karate-kick you in the face until you achieve salvation."
Via Defamer.
*updated to add:
I HAVE HAD TOO MUCH CAFFEINE TODAY.
Via Defamer.
*updated to add:
I HAVE HAD TOO MUCH CAFFEINE TODAY.
Wednesday, January 04, 2006
New Year, New You
I made it through the holidays without gaining any massive amounts of weight. Not that I didn't try. I ate anything I felt like eating, but I did manage to keep my portions somewhat under control. So now I am back at it and I even walked at lunch today to get some extra exercise in.
I have been feeling very stagnant lately. I have decided to clean my closet out and get rid of a lot of things that have just been hanging around. We are VERY quickly growing out of our one-bedroom apartment, and since there is no hope of being able to afford something bigger anytime soon, I figure now is a good time to get rid of some things. Not that I haven't been trying for awhile now to downsize, but I have a renewed sense of really wanting to get rid of things and change some stuff around.
This is of course not a good thing as far as The Boyfriend is concerned, as this will eventually cross over into his side of the closet, but he usually plays along until his packrat tendencies take over. It's not his fault, he is the child of a packrat*. He just doesn't have THE NEED to get rid of things like I do.
Eventually I will post more about my Christmas vacation, but for now, I have more Daily Show videos to watch..
*What is with the word "packrat"? It makes keeping things sound so bad. I don't necessarily think it's a bad thing until you own 35 cats and every newspaper until you were born, but, you know, if you just keep the odd thing around because it reminds you of a good time in your life, that's not so bad.
I have been feeling very stagnant lately. I have decided to clean my closet out and get rid of a lot of things that have just been hanging around. We are VERY quickly growing out of our one-bedroom apartment, and since there is no hope of being able to afford something bigger anytime soon, I figure now is a good time to get rid of some things. Not that I haven't been trying for awhile now to downsize, but I have a renewed sense of really wanting to get rid of things and change some stuff around.
This is of course not a good thing as far as The Boyfriend is concerned, as this will eventually cross over into his side of the closet, but he usually plays along until his packrat tendencies take over. It's not his fault, he is the child of a packrat*. He just doesn't have THE NEED to get rid of things like I do.
Eventually I will post more about my Christmas vacation, but for now, I have more Daily Show videos to watch..
*What is with the word "packrat"? It makes keeping things sound so bad. I don't necessarily think it's a bad thing until you own 35 cats and every newspaper until you were born, but, you know, if you just keep the odd thing around because it reminds you of a good time in your life, that's not so bad.
Wednesday, December 28, 2005
Home
I am back in L.A. now. Texas was great fun. The Boyfriend was very good at the gift giving thing this year. I will update more later. Lots of fun stories that actually do not involve my 16 year old nephews driving...
Right now, I am sitting at work, almost literally bored to tears. But somehow, I can't get the energy to write more than this.
Sorry.
Happy New Year.
updated:
Song Lyrics for "YUMMY YUMMY YUMMY" since apparently everyone is looking for them.
Yummy, Yummy, Yummy.
I got love in my tummy,
And I feel like a-lovin you:
Love, you're such a sweet thing,
Good enough to eat thing
And that's just a-what I'm gonna do.
Ooh love, to hold ya,Ooh love, to kiss ya,Ooh love, I love it so.
Ooh love, you're sweeter, Sweeter than sugar.
Ooh love, I wont let you go.
Yummy, Yummy, Yummy,
I got love in my tummy,
And as silly as it may seem;
The lovin' that you re giving,
is what keeps me livin'
And your love is like Peaches and cream.
Kind-a like sugar,Kind-a like spices,Kind-a like, like what you do.
Kind-a sounds funny.
But love,honeyHoney.
I love you.
Yummy, Yummy, Yummy,
I got love in my tummy,
That your love can satisfy;
Love, you're such a sweet thing,Good enough to eat thing
And sweet thing, that ain't no lie.
I love to hold ya,Oh love, to kiss ya,Ooh love, I love it so.
Ooh love, you're sweeter, Sweeter than sugar.
Ooh love, I wont let you go.
Right now, I am sitting at work, almost literally bored to tears. But somehow, I can't get the energy to write more than this.
Sorry.
Happy New Year.
updated:
Song Lyrics for "YUMMY YUMMY YUMMY" since apparently everyone is looking for them.
Yummy, Yummy, Yummy.
I got love in my tummy,
And I feel like a-lovin you:
Love, you're such a sweet thing,
Good enough to eat thing
And that's just a-what I'm gonna do.
Ooh love, to hold ya,Ooh love, to kiss ya,Ooh love, I love it so.
Ooh love, you're sweeter, Sweeter than sugar.
Ooh love, I wont let you go.
Yummy, Yummy, Yummy,
I got love in my tummy,
And as silly as it may seem;
The lovin' that you re giving,
is what keeps me livin'
And your love is like Peaches and cream.
Kind-a like sugar,Kind-a like spices,Kind-a like, like what you do.
Kind-a sounds funny.
But love,honeyHoney.
I love you.
Yummy, Yummy, Yummy,
I got love in my tummy,
That your love can satisfy;
Love, you're such a sweet thing,Good enough to eat thing
And sweet thing, that ain't no lie.
I love to hold ya,Oh love, to kiss ya,Ooh love, I love it so.
Ooh love, you're sweeter, Sweeter than sugar.
Ooh love, I wont let you go.
Monday, December 19, 2005
Happy Everything
I am off to Texas to celebrate Christmas with my family. We are all congregating at my sister's house this year. Should be fun. My 16 year-old nephew is picking me up from the airport, so I should come home with at least one interesting story...
Not much going on here. I am not really in the whole holiday spirit right now. It's kind of sinking in that I have to spend the next week without The Boyfriend and that makes me very very sad. I don't care who get's insulted, or how many guilt trips are thrown my way, I am NOT traveling next year.
I guess that's all I really have time to get in to.
I hate our President, but getting into that would take too much time. He is a complete freaking grifting ass and anyone that get's taken in by him is a complete tool.
The fact that this country was founded for religious freedom and yet there are people out there who truly believe there is a "War on Christmas" makes me ill. THIS COUNTRY WAS FUCKING FOUNDED FOR RELIGIOUS FREEDOM, but I heard someone on the news say he believed that even if we had a Jewish President, he should send out cards that say Merry Christmas. What kind of backwards freaking idea is that?
Not much going on here. I am not really in the whole holiday spirit right now. It's kind of sinking in that I have to spend the next week without The Boyfriend and that makes me very very sad. I don't care who get's insulted, or how many guilt trips are thrown my way, I am NOT traveling next year.
I guess that's all I really have time to get in to.
I hate our President, but getting into that would take too much time. He is a complete freaking grifting ass and anyone that get's taken in by him is a complete tool.
The fact that this country was founded for religious freedom and yet there are people out there who truly believe there is a "War on Christmas" makes me ill. THIS COUNTRY WAS FUCKING FOUNDED FOR RELIGIOUS FREEDOM, but I heard someone on the news say he believed that even if we had a Jewish President, he should send out cards that say Merry Christmas. What kind of backwards freaking idea is that?
Thursday, December 08, 2005
Cough Cough
I spent last night in a wonderful cycle of hacking, then coughing so hard I would gag, then running to the bathroom because I thought I was going to throw up, then drinking a sip of water which didn't help, then popping a cough drop and trying to go back to sleep and hoping I wouldn't choke on the cough drop if I fell asleep, but part of me not caring if I did because it would mean my throat would stop hurting for maybe a moment.
Today is my last full work day this week as my office is moving tomorrow, so we get the pleasure of leaving at noon. Let me just tell you that I work with a lot of whiny babies and also a lot of hard working people that kick-ass. I am so ready for this week to be over.
I seem to be on my second cold in a row this winter (ha, it's like 70 here) season. I very rarely get sick, usually allergy problems are the extent of my sickness. So colds and such are sometimes just too much for me to bear.
This is what I get for working in an office where it's expected that people come in sick unless they are on death's door. I find this just a stupid way of working.
Except here I am, probably contagious. But we are moving tomorrow. And there is still so much to be done...
Today is my last full work day this week as my office is moving tomorrow, so we get the pleasure of leaving at noon. Let me just tell you that I work with a lot of whiny babies and also a lot of hard working people that kick-ass. I am so ready for this week to be over.
I seem to be on my second cold in a row this winter (ha, it's like 70 here) season. I very rarely get sick, usually allergy problems are the extent of my sickness. So colds and such are sometimes just too much for me to bear.
This is what I get for working in an office where it's expected that people come in sick unless they are on death's door. I find this just a stupid way of working.
Except here I am, probably contagious. But we are moving tomorrow. And there is still so much to be done...
Tuesday, December 06, 2005
This One is Going to be Long & Ramble-y
So, The Boyfriend and I decided to take a drive on Sunday, as a treat after spending over 2 hours dusting our apartment. I hate dusting with every fiber of my being, and being allergic to dust doesn't help any.
Off we go on our 2 hour drive down the Pacific Coast in which we end at Chili's (Yes, I like their food. A lot.) and this is now also a celebration that I have lost 13 pounds and 5 inches off my waist. The drive is pleasant enough. We have a good time goofing around and lamenting the fact that modern Christmas music is just shit.
We arrive at our destination. There is a wait for a table, no big deal, we continue enjoying each other's company.
We are seated. A small 2 person booth. I like those. Well, USUALLY I like those because we are seated at them quite frequently and we are usually on an outside wall (this is important later) so we have some privacy in our conversation.
As soon as we sit down I realize something is wrong. We are not on an outside wall, we are in the middle of the restaurant separated from the table next to us by a small wall. So, I put my drink menu up to block the other people out of my site. Now, I do this a lot because I really find it quite stupid that restaurants nowadays seem to think I want to watch the people around me eat. I don't. So I put up the drink menu, which other people have done around the restaurant as well.
Then it begins.
2 small girls, very towheaded, both under the age of 4. Any other time I would have found them quite cute. Not this night. Not at all.
The parents were sitting on the outside of the booth, not paying ANY ATTENTION AT ALL to their 2 small girls that were now climbing the wall to try and look at The Boyfriend and I. Then they began giggling, knocking menu's over on to us, staring, giggling, and generally just being really annoying. All this time, the parents didn't look over once at them. Not once. Never to check on them, even though they were standing on the seat and trying their darndest to touch us and stare at us, they parents couldn’t be bothered to check on their little darlings just once.
This continues on. I start shaking with anger. The Boyfriend and I can't have any kind of conversation, because we keep getting interrupted. I am shaking because I am gearing up to go and politely ask the parents to keep their children away from us, but I just know this will end in an argument, so I frantically try to find our waiter to ask him if we can be moved right away.
Now here's the kicker. As these parents are not giving a crap what their daughters are doing to the people around them, another table, which consists of a couple and their infant, flag our waiter down and politely ask if their order can be switched for take-out because their infant is getting fussy. I was so overwhelmed with two small germ-factories trying to touch me I hadn't even noticed the infant (who, by the way was the quietest cranky infant I have ever seen). It was just too much for me. Here are one set of parents trying to be so polite to the people around them, and of course we get sat next to the parents that think it's their god-given right to inflict their precious children on the people who were unfortunate enough to be seated around them.
I wanted so badly to go and ask these people to pay attention to their daughters, but really, all I wanted was to have dinner with my boyfriend that wasn't interrupted. I don't think that's too much to ask. Especially in a restaurant.
This type of thing just kills me. I adore kids. I think they are fun and I like watching people interact with their children. But I just can't handle this attitude that is prevailing of people thinking I should have to deal with their children misbehaving just because I made the mistake of eating in the same restaurant they did.
Children are not something that happens to you, in most cases. In any case, they are something YOU have to deal with. I COMPLETELY understand the restaurants that have adult-seating only or child-free hours. I don't care if parents find this offensive. I should have the right to a dinner that doesn't include trying to ignore the children hanging over the wall staring at me.
I'm not asking that people be punished that choose to have kids. I am asking that parents stop acting like I should be honored I was given the gift of being in the presence of their holy terrors for even a second. I am asking that people be aware that if their children are not behaving, it affects the people around them. I am way more accepting of a parent who is completely aware that their misbehaving child is annoying to the people around them and tries to do something about it. I do not have any patience for parents who pay no attention to their children whatsoever and can't understand how this may be annoying to a couple who are just trying to enjoy a dinner out.
Especially people who haven't eaten out in a month and are celebrating by eating carbs. And yes, I see the stupidity in celebrating my weight loss with fattening food, but man, it tasted good.
On a final note - Why do we treat smokers that choose to smoke like pariahs for making this choice and not parents who choose to have children that they can't be bothered to actually raise? Or teach manners?
Wednesday, November 30, 2005
I Wanna Be Loved By You
I have this song stuck in my head. I have absolutely no reason why and it's kind of driving me insane.
It could be worse, this morning The Boyfriend had "Boogie Wonderland" stuck in his head thanks to an ill-timed Target commercial. He's nice about it when he has a song stuck in his head, he just quietly sits there and tells you he has a song stuck in his head.
Me, I sing it as loud and often as possible so that He will get it stuck in his head, and then I have some company in my misery.
Shit! I just got "Boogie Wonderland" now stuck in my head just by typing this.
Now I have to resort to getting "If I Could Turn Back Time" stuck in my head. It is a little known fact that any Cher song will get any other song out of your head. Unfortunately, it is a fact I know all to well.
It could be worse, this morning The Boyfriend had "Boogie Wonderland" stuck in his head thanks to an ill-timed Target commercial. He's nice about it when he has a song stuck in his head, he just quietly sits there and tells you he has a song stuck in his head.
Me, I sing it as loud and often as possible so that He will get it stuck in his head, and then I have some company in my misery.
Shit! I just got "Boogie Wonderland" now stuck in my head just by typing this.
Now I have to resort to getting "If I Could Turn Back Time" stuck in my head. It is a little known fact that any Cher song will get any other song out of your head. Unfortunately, it is a fact I know all to well.
Wednesday, November 23, 2005
Update Week 2
I thought I would do this weeks update a day early, since tomorrow is Thanksgiving, and The Boyfriend and I have given ourselves the "day off' from our diet, so there will be no weighing in for me tomorrow!
As of today, I have lost a total of 9 pounds. I weigh 190. I have lost 4 inches off of my waist line. Results like this are definitely helping with the motivation for sticking with it. On top of the weight loss, my skin is looking better than it has in quite awhile, and I just FEEL better, not like I am going to burst at the seams. I have also noticed that I don't crave sweets anymore and my tastebuds have been sharpened. I was bad and had a fortune cookie last week, good lord those things are sweet! I had never noticed. I used to think my allergies affected my sense of taste, but it was my shoving everything down my throat as fast as possible that was causing me to not taste anything.
I have actually eaten salad with no dressing. You have no idea how big that is.
Since most of you know my dirty little secret of loving some reality T.V. shows, it should come as no surprise that I am an avid fan of "The Biggest Loser". Especially this season, I just really like most of the people who are on the show and I feel a sort of kinship with them as I struggle to get my own weight off.
I watched last night, fascinated by the amount of crying the contestants do on this show. I don't know why this was so interesting to me, as I myself fully admit to friends that I have cried trying to pick out clothes.
I have not cried during this diet, but I HAVE had to get through the realization that I was a lot bigger than I thought I was. It's very easy to just not look at yourself, not admit to yourself that the pants don't fit because YOU got bigger. As a friend once told me, "You can hate your hair or getting your pictures taken all you want, because you think they make you look fat. But at some point, you have to realize that YOU are making you look fat. And that's about the point where you decide to do something about it." This has really been driven home since my clothes have started fitting better. Clothes that I thought looked good on me before are WAY more comfortable. I have not dropped any sizes, yet.
I am nervous for the next part of this. I get to start adding things back in to my diet. This scares me. I am so happy with the amount of weight I lost, I don't want to gain anything back or stop losing.
On a final note -
Last night Andrea was voted off Biggest Loser, and may I say I was so happy to see her go. She admitted to sneaking like 9 or 12 brownies because she was stressed out before a weigh-in, has ASKED people to send her home and then stated for the camera that she HAD to be in the final 3 because she had worked so hard to get there. I know this is really mean, but good lord, SHE SNUCK FOOD. Of course she deserves to be there more than the other 3 who had never snuck food at all.
Also, I may just hate her because she looks like an ex-friend from college. But I'm pretty sure it's the brownies.
Happy Thanksgiving! I am counting down the hours until I get to eat until I am sick. Which should take about 5 minutes.
As of today, I have lost a total of 9 pounds. I weigh 190. I have lost 4 inches off of my waist line. Results like this are definitely helping with the motivation for sticking with it. On top of the weight loss, my skin is looking better than it has in quite awhile, and I just FEEL better, not like I am going to burst at the seams. I have also noticed that I don't crave sweets anymore and my tastebuds have been sharpened. I was bad and had a fortune cookie last week, good lord those things are sweet! I had never noticed. I used to think my allergies affected my sense of taste, but it was my shoving everything down my throat as fast as possible that was causing me to not taste anything.
I have actually eaten salad with no dressing. You have no idea how big that is.
Since most of you know my dirty little secret of loving some reality T.V. shows, it should come as no surprise that I am an avid fan of "The Biggest Loser". Especially this season, I just really like most of the people who are on the show and I feel a sort of kinship with them as I struggle to get my own weight off.
I watched last night, fascinated by the amount of crying the contestants do on this show. I don't know why this was so interesting to me, as I myself fully admit to friends that I have cried trying to pick out clothes.
I have not cried during this diet, but I HAVE had to get through the realization that I was a lot bigger than I thought I was. It's very easy to just not look at yourself, not admit to yourself that the pants don't fit because YOU got bigger. As a friend once told me, "You can hate your hair or getting your pictures taken all you want, because you think they make you look fat. But at some point, you have to realize that YOU are making you look fat. And that's about the point where you decide to do something about it." This has really been driven home since my clothes have started fitting better. Clothes that I thought looked good on me before are WAY more comfortable. I have not dropped any sizes, yet.
I am nervous for the next part of this. I get to start adding things back in to my diet. This scares me. I am so happy with the amount of weight I lost, I don't want to gain anything back or stop losing.
On a final note -
Last night Andrea was voted off Biggest Loser, and may I say I was so happy to see her go. She admitted to sneaking like 9 or 12 brownies because she was stressed out before a weigh-in, has ASKED people to send her home and then stated for the camera that she HAD to be in the final 3 because she had worked so hard to get there. I know this is really mean, but good lord, SHE SNUCK FOOD. Of course she deserves to be there more than the other 3 who had never snuck food at all.
Also, I may just hate her because she looks like an ex-friend from college. But I'm pretty sure it's the brownies.
Happy Thanksgiving! I am counting down the hours until I get to eat until I am sick. Which should take about 5 minutes.
Thursday, November 17, 2005
Update Week 1
So, today's the day, I give you my weight update for the week. So far, the diet has been really easy to adjust to, almost too easy (except for yesterday, which was really hard. I just wanted to eat all day, and not the things on my list to eat either). My only real problem with it is that I am SO SICK of eggs for breakfast I just want to cry. But the first stage is almost over and then I can have Bran Cereal, which makes me want to vomit, so I guess the eggs aren't too bad.
My official weight as of this morning:
191 ½ pounds!
I lost 7 ½ pounds this week.
I have to tell you, this really makes it easier to start week 2. I was even bad last night and had 1½ glasses of wine with dinner, which is a no-no, since you are not supposed to have any alcohol during the first 2 weeks. That's better than The Boyfriend who cheated on the first day and had an apple, which is at the top of the list of things we ARE NOT supposed to eat! (That was mean, we are supposed to be supportive. Just giggle and then forget I said that.*)
In other news, I brought home a singing snowman from Hallmark for The Boyfriend yesterday, since I conveniently had 3 birthday cards to buy. I think it's the best $13 I have ever spent on a gift for him. Check out the pictures.
I guess that's all for today. I am very excited about Thanksgiving, because I just realized this morning that it falls on the same day as we start Phase 2 of the South Beach! And also, we have already decided we get to eat whatever we want that day anyway. But this just means we wouldn't be cheating nearly as much, so it's a good thing.
*I just read that he thinks he only had 1 glass of wine, but he is a liar! He had 1 ½ glasses of wine with dinner, and apparently several "pulls" off the bottle while cooking!!!! So, I don't feel bad for making fun of him. Okay, I never really feel bad for that anyway.
My official weight as of this morning:
191 ½ pounds!
I lost 7 ½ pounds this week.
I have to tell you, this really makes it easier to start week 2. I was even bad last night and had 1½ glasses of wine with dinner, which is a no-no, since you are not supposed to have any alcohol during the first 2 weeks. That's better than The Boyfriend who cheated on the first day and had an apple, which is at the top of the list of things we ARE NOT supposed to eat! (That was mean, we are supposed to be supportive. Just giggle and then forget I said that.*)
In other news, I brought home a singing snowman from Hallmark for The Boyfriend yesterday, since I conveniently had 3 birthday cards to buy. I think it's the best $13 I have ever spent on a gift for him. Check out the pictures.
I guess that's all for today. I am very excited about Thanksgiving, because I just realized this morning that it falls on the same day as we start Phase 2 of the South Beach! And also, we have already decided we get to eat whatever we want that day anyway. But this just means we wouldn't be cheating nearly as much, so it's a good thing.
*I just read that he thinks he only had 1 glass of wine, but he is a liar! He had 1 ½ glasses of wine with dinner, and apparently several "pulls" off the bottle while cooking!!!! So, I don't feel bad for making fun of him. Okay, I never really feel bad for that anyway.
Wednesday, November 16, 2005
Things That Are Annoying Me
In list form, for you reading pleasure:
1. The weather. It's November 16th, why in the hell is it 90 degrees outside?
2. The weatherman who thinks that telling me it's going to be a great week JUST because the weather is so hot. Really. It's November you moron, I don't care where you live in the U.S., you expect it to be a little colder than it was this summer.
I just know at some point I am going to have to chase down all the weatherpeople in L.A. and kick them in the teeth. It's for their own good.
3. The fact that we are having such bizarre weather across the U.S. and no one wants to talk about Global Warming. It's getting seriously close to the time where we round up all the SUV's and burn them. I don't care if Bush wants to recognize what's happening or not, we have screwed up this Earth and we need to fix it.
4. I went to the mall at lunch today, but I forgot to bring the watch that I needed to get repaired. So my going to the mall was pretty useless, except I bought some birthday cards and a singing snowman which will make The Boyfriend very happy*.
*I'm not kidding. He really wants the singing snowman. This guy really likes Christmas.
5. That somehow the phrase "I can't afford that" doesn't seem to register with people anymore. I have made a practice of not running up my credit card bills so high I can't pay them off every month. This seems to baffle people who are usually trying to sell me something. Sometimes I think there are only 5 people in the world that understand the right way to use credit. The rest are part of that percentage who are over $10,000 in debt and can't figure out how it happened.
For example, I got my teeth cleaned this morning. They of course tried to tell me I NEED to get my teeth whitened and one veneer over a tooth that had a root canal performed on when I was a child. I said I don't, and also I can't afford it. They implied I could charge it to a credit card if I needed to. I had to then re-state that I DON"T HAVE TO HAVE MY TEETH WHITENED. It's not covered by insurance because IT IS ELECTIVE! Also, I don't need a freakin' veneer either. I refuse to give into this obsession that everyone's teeth need to be as white as possible. I like white teeth, but I will not go into debt for them.
6. The fact that going home for Christmas has become a complete nightmare. Traveling is expensive, especially when The Boyfriend and I get the distinct pleasure of being completely across the U.S. from each other for the holidays.
Family is all too willing to guilt you mercilessly until you give in to going home, but then doesn't want to hear it when buying the plane tickets means you are broke for the next 6 months. This also feeds back into #5.
I guess that's my list for now. Tomorrow, the great weekly weight update! I am happy with how the South Beach Diet is going, so it will not be as traumatic a post as last week was for me.
1. The weather. It's November 16th, why in the hell is it 90 degrees outside?
2. The weatherman who thinks that telling me it's going to be a great week JUST because the weather is so hot. Really. It's November you moron, I don't care where you live in the U.S., you expect it to be a little colder than it was this summer.
I just know at some point I am going to have to chase down all the weatherpeople in L.A. and kick them in the teeth. It's for their own good.
3. The fact that we are having such bizarre weather across the U.S. and no one wants to talk about Global Warming. It's getting seriously close to the time where we round up all the SUV's and burn them. I don't care if Bush wants to recognize what's happening or not, we have screwed up this Earth and we need to fix it.
4. I went to the mall at lunch today, but I forgot to bring the watch that I needed to get repaired. So my going to the mall was pretty useless, except I bought some birthday cards and a singing snowman which will make The Boyfriend very happy*.
*I'm not kidding. He really wants the singing snowman. This guy really likes Christmas.
5. That somehow the phrase "I can't afford that" doesn't seem to register with people anymore. I have made a practice of not running up my credit card bills so high I can't pay them off every month. This seems to baffle people who are usually trying to sell me something. Sometimes I think there are only 5 people in the world that understand the right way to use credit. The rest are part of that percentage who are over $10,000 in debt and can't figure out how it happened.
For example, I got my teeth cleaned this morning. They of course tried to tell me I NEED to get my teeth whitened and one veneer over a tooth that had a root canal performed on when I was a child. I said I don't, and also I can't afford it. They implied I could charge it to a credit card if I needed to. I had to then re-state that I DON"T HAVE TO HAVE MY TEETH WHITENED. It's not covered by insurance because IT IS ELECTIVE! Also, I don't need a freakin' veneer either. I refuse to give into this obsession that everyone's teeth need to be as white as possible. I like white teeth, but I will not go into debt for them.
6. The fact that going home for Christmas has become a complete nightmare. Traveling is expensive, especially when The Boyfriend and I get the distinct pleasure of being completely across the U.S. from each other for the holidays.
Family is all too willing to guilt you mercilessly until you give in to going home, but then doesn't want to hear it when buying the plane tickets means you are broke for the next 6 months. This also feeds back into #5.
I guess that's my list for now. Tomorrow, the great weekly weight update! I am happy with how the South Beach Diet is going, so it will not be as traumatic a post as last week was for me.
Thursday, November 10, 2005
I Really Have No Title for This
Since The Boyfriend has actually linked to me in his post today, I feel compelled to write something, so I guess it should be about our new diet.
So, I am starting the South Beach Diet today, and so far, it's going okay. I don't really enjoy an extremely low carb diet, as I have tried the no-carb thing before and really ended up gaining a lot of weight afterwards, I keep telling myself that this part only lasts 2 weeks.
I tried Weight Watchers, but I found it tiresome. It was too easy to cheat, although I did get quite a few good recipes off of their website.
I have also tried counting calories. Last year I lost almost 20 pounds in 2 months, but then we went away for Thanksgiving and allowed ourselves to eat whatever we wanted. We never got back to counting those calories.
I feel a brief history of my weight will help you make sense of myself and why this is such a big deal for me. Or not. But it fills up space on the page.
Up until the age of 25, I never really worried about my weight. I never watched what I ate, and I didn’t worry about exercise. I am now realizing that this was mostly because I naturally ate small portions several times a day. Also, I lead a busy life so exercise was never on my mind.
Then, I met The Boyfriend. And I fell in love. (Ok, it was really painful for me to write that because it just sounds so cheesy, but you know, they have proven people in love gain weight, so there). The Boyfriend wasn't so appreciative of my eating habits, because he would always end up eating my leftovers which of course led to him gaining weight. And since I hate leftovers, and was sick of the teasing about how I never eat anything, I began to finish my meals.
That comes across as blaming The Boyfriend, which I am not. I am the one who decided that finishing my food faster than he, while insisting I needed the same portion of food he did, was a great way to not get teased about my eating habits anymore. Good lord, I am brilliant!
So anyhoo, when I turned 25 it all just stopped working. I started gaining weight places I had never gained weight before. I now eat way too much in portion size and have no problems eating foods that I know are bad for me.
I actually get a lot of exercise, but my eating is just all screwed up. Also, I have like the biggest sweet tooth you have ever seen which doesn't lend itself to dieting much.
In the past few years I have stopped having jobs where I am on my feet all day. I can't believe how much this messes with your metabolism, but it does. Working in an office where I don't have far to go to get snacks makes saying "No" way too hard. Not that I am actually saying no to anyone, I just don't seem to be able to say no to myself. (That sounds really dirty)
So, now the really painful part.
I am 5'6". I weight 199 pounds as of this morning.
I am trying not to get all depressed as I write this because I am at the heaviest weight I have ever been in my life. But I have a goal, which is 60 pounds (I would like to lose more but we will see how that goes). I have a time frame, before my 30 birthday which is March 2007. I know I can do this.
My biggest reason, other than acting and such, is that I am watching everyone in my family have huge health issues that all boil down to one thing, they are all fat. I know that is mean, but it's true and they all have the same problems: High Blood Pressure, High Cholesterol, Blockage in their Arteries, Sleep Apnea, Snoring so loud it shakes the earth. None of them will discuss with me that fact that it's mostly because of their weight that these things are happening, especially when I get told, 'well it runs in the family' and I say 'the whole family is overweight, of COURSE it runs in the family'. I mean, I have already inherited Migraines that are so bad they induce vomiting AND being allergic to everything in the air, how much more fun stuff could the possibly give me?
I refuse to be someone who relies on medication for things that could be fixed with weight-loss. I refuse to sit around and just use "it runs in the family" as an excuse for bad health. I refuse to be depressed all the time because I feel fat and none of my clothes fit.
I refuse to make excuses for myself anymore.
I did this to myself. I am going to fix it.
So, I am starting the South Beach Diet today, and so far, it's going okay. I don't really enjoy an extremely low carb diet, as I have tried the no-carb thing before and really ended up gaining a lot of weight afterwards, I keep telling myself that this part only lasts 2 weeks.
I tried Weight Watchers, but I found it tiresome. It was too easy to cheat, although I did get quite a few good recipes off of their website.
I have also tried counting calories. Last year I lost almost 20 pounds in 2 months, but then we went away for Thanksgiving and allowed ourselves to eat whatever we wanted. We never got back to counting those calories.
I feel a brief history of my weight will help you make sense of myself and why this is such a big deal for me. Or not. But it fills up space on the page.
Up until the age of 25, I never really worried about my weight. I never watched what I ate, and I didn’t worry about exercise. I am now realizing that this was mostly because I naturally ate small portions several times a day. Also, I lead a busy life so exercise was never on my mind.
Then, I met The Boyfriend. And I fell in love. (Ok, it was really painful for me to write that because it just sounds so cheesy, but you know, they have proven people in love gain weight, so there). The Boyfriend wasn't so appreciative of my eating habits, because he would always end up eating my leftovers which of course led to him gaining weight. And since I hate leftovers, and was sick of the teasing about how I never eat anything, I began to finish my meals.
That comes across as blaming The Boyfriend, which I am not. I am the one who decided that finishing my food faster than he, while insisting I needed the same portion of food he did, was a great way to not get teased about my eating habits anymore. Good lord, I am brilliant!
So anyhoo, when I turned 25 it all just stopped working. I started gaining weight places I had never gained weight before. I now eat way too much in portion size and have no problems eating foods that I know are bad for me.
I actually get a lot of exercise, but my eating is just all screwed up. Also, I have like the biggest sweet tooth you have ever seen which doesn't lend itself to dieting much.
In the past few years I have stopped having jobs where I am on my feet all day. I can't believe how much this messes with your metabolism, but it does. Working in an office where I don't have far to go to get snacks makes saying "No" way too hard. Not that I am actually saying no to anyone, I just don't seem to be able to say no to myself. (That sounds really dirty)
So, now the really painful part.
I am 5'6". I weight 199 pounds as of this morning.
I am trying not to get all depressed as I write this because I am at the heaviest weight I have ever been in my life. But I have a goal, which is 60 pounds (I would like to lose more but we will see how that goes). I have a time frame, before my 30 birthday which is March 2007. I know I can do this.
My biggest reason, other than acting and such, is that I am watching everyone in my family have huge health issues that all boil down to one thing, they are all fat. I know that is mean, but it's true and they all have the same problems: High Blood Pressure, High Cholesterol, Blockage in their Arteries, Sleep Apnea, Snoring so loud it shakes the earth. None of them will discuss with me that fact that it's mostly because of their weight that these things are happening, especially when I get told, 'well it runs in the family' and I say 'the whole family is overweight, of COURSE it runs in the family'. I mean, I have already inherited Migraines that are so bad they induce vomiting AND being allergic to everything in the air, how much more fun stuff could the possibly give me?
I refuse to be someone who relies on medication for things that could be fixed with weight-loss. I refuse to sit around and just use "it runs in the family" as an excuse for bad health. I refuse to be depressed all the time because I feel fat and none of my clothes fit.
I refuse to make excuses for myself anymore.
I did this to myself. I am going to fix it.
Tuesday, October 11, 2005
Hair Saga Part 1
So, for those of you who don't see me every day, I have had dark brown/red hair for the past several months. Because I was the only not real-brunette for this short film I am working on, I decided to go back to blonde. Plus, keeping naturally lighter colored hair dark brown is WAY more work than keeping it lighter and since I am lazy, this is a nice situation to be in.
So the "Get My Hair Back to Blonde" process started Sunday night with a box that did little to lighten my hair, but gave me this really cool color. I really hate it when things like that happen, because there is no way I am going to replicate it.
Since the first time didn't work, I walked myself back to the drugstore for something a little more heavy duty. Let me tell you, when Herbal Essences decides to make hair color, they decide to make stuff that works. I buy a box of the lightest blonde I can find and proceed home to try it out.
Needless to say, my hair is definitely lighter. Like almost Platinum. Which you would think someone that has been messing with their hair color for ½ their life would be okay with, but for some reason, it seems to bother me. Not the greatest dye-job I have ever done.
So of course I come to work this morning expecting lots of "Oh, your hair is blonde again" comments accompanied by that "that's too bad" look people like to give.
But instead, I get "Wow, your hair is blonde again! I like it! Looks good!" accompanied with my two favorite comments:
"You look like a beach babe/surfer girl"
and
"It's a Bombshell color"
Can I just tell you how much I love you people right now? And if you are all really laughing behind my back, just keep it behind my back so I can continue to feel good.
So the "Get My Hair Back to Blonde" process started Sunday night with a box that did little to lighten my hair, but gave me this really cool color. I really hate it when things like that happen, because there is no way I am going to replicate it.
Since the first time didn't work, I walked myself back to the drugstore for something a little more heavy duty. Let me tell you, when Herbal Essences decides to make hair color, they decide to make stuff that works. I buy a box of the lightest blonde I can find and proceed home to try it out.
Needless to say, my hair is definitely lighter. Like almost Platinum. Which you would think someone that has been messing with their hair color for ½ their life would be okay with, but for some reason, it seems to bother me. Not the greatest dye-job I have ever done.
So of course I come to work this morning expecting lots of "Oh, your hair is blonde again" comments accompanied by that "that's too bad" look people like to give.
But instead, I get "Wow, your hair is blonde again! I like it! Looks good!" accompanied with my two favorite comments:
"You look like a beach babe/surfer girl"
and
"It's a Bombshell color"
Can I just tell you how much I love you people right now? And if you are all really laughing behind my back, just keep it behind my back so I can continue to feel good.
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