just couldn’t hold out any longer

i couldn't hold out any longer, i know i said i wasn't going to get my haircut in forever, but I just couldn't take it anymore…everyday i would look at my hair & just hate it, there wasn't anything i could do with it, it was just bad, bad, bad. well, there were 2 days that it wasn't so bad but that was because i wore a hat & only my bangs hung out & a couple of little curls peaked out the back & it looked somewhat cute.

So I asked a friend where she got her hair cut. Alright, she's not really my friend, she's Z's friend's mommy, I don't really have friends here. The townspeople aren't the friendliest folk & I'm not either, so we tend to repel each other. But Z's friend's mommy is also a military wife so she knows all too well what it's like to be alienated, nice to have a comrade.

Anyways, back to the story…so I got my hair fixed last night. She agreed, it was no where near a bob; then she looked at the back & was like, wow, that's a lot of layers. Yup, sure is! So she washes my hair & combs it out & says "I can kinda see a haircut in there, but it's a bad one & really bad for your hair" – duh, like I don't know this, I've been living with this mess on my head for 3 weeks.

She makes some cuts & then says she wants to dry it – because that's when my hair's true attributes come to life. Any of you remember my straight hair? well get this, she has to use a flat iron on my hair! My super-duper straight ass hair needs a flat iron because it ain't straight no more. Well some of it still is, on the crown, but the rest of my hair is curly & not in a good way & the different parts of my hair don't get along & they are not friends. She made some more cuts, tried to make them be friends & my hair looked significantly better than what it did when i walked in.

When i got home B said my hair looked good, then i went & showered to get all the hair off me. i made somewhat of an attempt to fix it, not too much as that would be 3 rounds of blow-drying in 1 day, so the next time B saw me the beast on my head had returned. the straight part had super volume & is about on an even plane as the top of my head (something like a runway model would spend hours to get her hair to look like but a normal person would be appalled to have such a thing on their head) & the curly part is doing it's own thing but also adding more volume to my hair & B tells me, yeah, maybe she was right & you should get a flat iron…

like i'm going to have time every morning to do that to my hair!

trip to the library

I went to the library after work the other day to re-new Z's books & check one out for me. Beings Z's books were just being re-newed he didn't go with me. I had to walk by the computers to get to the section where I wanted to go & kinda glanced around at the people there as I walked, by not really paying much attn to anything. Then as I'm headed back to the desk to check-out my book I notice the guy at the first computer INTENTLY looking at the screen because he's watching porn at the public library - ick!

Later as I'm reading Z his bug book, I say something about how the spider has blue eyes like he does & he almost starts crying because he says his eyes are turning green & he doesn't like it. Granted when he was a baby he had stunning crisp blue eyes (from B's mom) but he's right they are changing to green (my dad's eyes). He has no idea what I would give to have my dad's eyes…& my mom's rack, but i ended up with my mom's brown eyes & my dad's rack & I'm not crying about it.

watching Chase

last night B was watching some 80's movie called Chase. i've seen parts of it before, but not much & besides i wasn't really paying attn to it when B asks "hey who's that guy? isn't he in a band?" & i recognize anthony kiedis right away but can't remember the band name so i say "californication, roller coaster of love" then i get "red hot chili peppers" & B starts laughing at my thought process - hello, B doesn't know music at ALL, not bands, not songs, nothing, so at least i knew how to get there, i'm even surprised he recognized anthony (he later admitted we'd seen the movie before & i told him it was rhcp)

then in the movie charlie sheen & the girl are headed down to tj - & i'm like hey i recognize that curve on the 5 right before you get the border! hahahaha! memories!!!!

I want a cheer

Part of what's so difficult about living in nowheresville is the lack of variety in restaurants – & for someone like me, where food & eating is like an Olympic sport, it really SUCKS.

There are a few Thai/Asian type restaurants but they make really sorry attempts & are very watered-down Americanized excuses for true Thai or Asian food. To make up for this we've had to start cooking our own exotic dishes. I was fortunate enough to get a few authentic Thai recipes from dear little Molly, hand me downs from her grandma, so you know it's the real deal.

Last week we attempted to make red curry chicken. We bought 2 types of sauce (not realizing one had bamboo shoots & other things in there already, which is SO wrong), a few other ingredients & set out to make our dish. I put the sauce in the pan & found the vegetables already in there & immediately was unhappy. Then I also realized vegetables in the jar meant less sauce in the jar, so we had to combine both the sauces. It came out ok, but was more Indian curry than Thai curry, but we like both so no complaints.

Yesterday though I stopped by a different store & found a jar of "red curry paste" & that should really be what we needed. I was so excited about finding it & when I took it home I left it on the counter for B to see. So when he finally was able to escape the alternate universe (game world), I asked him if he saw what I found & he's all calm & bored "yeah, I saw it earlier" & I tell him "that's it? that's all I'm gonna get?" He asks what I expected so I tell him "I want a f-ing cheer!", so he did one; actually he did a few & they were quite cute.

So I've learned I have to ask for what I want…& I'll get it, but it's really difficult for me to ask.

Sing it, baby

"I bear more grudges than lonely high court judges
When you sleep I will creep into your thoughts
Like a bad debt that you can't pay
Take the easy way out & give in
Yeah, let me in…"

Are you singing with me? Do you know who it is? If not you need to go school yourself on SEF (scrawny English fag) music which I love dearly.

Ok, back to the subject matter – were you singing? Because I can't help myself but sing it out loud, the only problem is I was at mervyn's – yeah, they were playing it at mervyn's & there I am belting out Morrissey & don't even realize it until the song is finished because I'm used to the only time I get to hear that kind of music I'm in the personal space of my vehicle, either alone or possibly w/Z (but he doesn't care about how bad I sing!).

So the song finished & they start playing some early 70's mervyn's type music which I also happen to know all the words to but I'm not going to sing because I DO have a shred of dignity (it's a little tiny scrap hanging on under the baby toe of my left foot).

And then my head popped off

Ever since we went to knott's my back has had an issue. It wasn't from the sidewinder, it was from the kiddy rollercoaster I got on w/Z; it had a sharp dip that I knew from the second we hit it, my body was going to suffer.

Normally I can twist, turn, contort my body & relive the pressure, but this was bad so I had to go to the chiropractor. The spot between my shoulder blades was so out of whack he wasn't able to straighten it out. He told me to come back after the weekend for a follow-up (free) treatment because he wanted to try again. He fixed, it but the pain returned so I went to see him today.

The assistant did all the heat/massage/electrical therapy stuff which was all good. Then the doc came in & twisted me this way, then that way, then he pulled me forward & THAT was the ticket! Wow, circulation, blood flow & oxygen, such good things for a body, especially a brain! Who would have thought?

Then he moved on to my neck & he pulled on my head & it cracked in 3 different places & that's when my head popped off & rolled across the floor. Or at least that's what it felt like & the doc's eyes said "holy shit!" but somehow he remained calm (obviously had lots of training for such events) & he told me to lay there until I felt stable, he could tell I was dizzy or maybe my eyes crossed or something. I'm pretty sure that when I walked out of the office my feet weren't touching the ground, I'm floating.

hear that ringing?

Here's a work funny:

My boss tells me he hears a ringing sound on the phone line & that I need to call for service. so I pick up my phone (line 2) but I don't hear it. Then he says it's on line 1, don't hear it there either so I say "maybe it's in your head".

Then I'm laughing my ass off at how damn funny I am & realize I said it out loud & I'm thinking "shit, maybe that one should have been inside voice" & now I can't help but laugh even harder because I'm probably about to get fired for being such a smartass, but my boss says "yeah, I guess it might be that squirrel finally got on the wheel up there."

just wondering

really, all the shopping websites out....would it really be that difficult to filter out "ugly"????? i've spent countless work hours searching through pages & pages of absolutely worthless crap that i know nobody would buy...if you're worried about offending someone by calling it "ugly" you could always say "useless, worthless, no one in their right f-ing mind would buy this shit, but hey you might like it"