Monthly Archive for November, 2007

Twitter love and new(ish) hair

Yesterday I had planned on at least posting photos of my hair cut and we had Christmas From Rhonda in November on Tuesday night but SUDDENLY I had this bizarre panic attack followed rather closely by back pain. This panic attack with odd back pain led me to realize that I really love Twitter because I wrote a quick Twitt and I only have like 12 followers at present and still I had instant support and it helped me get my breathing back inline and helped me keep at the breathing exercises until it subsided. I was trying to stretch and concentrate on breathing at the same time. My back pain did not go away so I tried an old trick that has worked in the past which is really easy, I took a nap hoping whatever was out would just pop back in but it seems to be more muscle related, when I got up I took some Naproxen, it feels better today but not 100%. I guess I am a bit stressed out. Christmas season will get me every year, the new job meaning I actually have to learn how to juggle being a wife and a regular employee somewhere. And see, that part I really hate because I don’t have kids so I feel guilty having days where I get literally nothing done, no dishes, not even able to five star any Guitar Hero songs just complete and utter wastes of days and I think how do woman with children do it? I know they aren’t playing Guitar Hero but still that is not the point.

I haven’t liked a hair stylist as much as I like my current one since this lady WAY back in Terrace who really knew my head and gave me great cuts. This woman I also feel really gets my head, its shape and its cow licks, not to mention she is friendly as friendly can be, I could not stop staring at her rack the other day which I think she noticed but she has a very nice natural rack. Very nice.

As you can see I didn’t really change much. My bangs are a little less left, but I can still make them left, I have options. Awesome.

I was discussing with Adam last night how it is a tiny bit startling seeing the subtle changes in my face, the more distinct lines coming out from my nose and wrapping around my mouth, don’t get me wrong the changes, the realizations, the acceptance that aging IS happening and all the rest that comes with being 30 has been a great trip so far and Adam said I’m only getting better looking but isn’t he supposed to say that?

a post on rubbish

Today I am getting my hair cut. I always leave it too long and I was looking at some photos from when Rhonda was here and it looks pretty bad in sections. I haven’t colored it in at least a year and a half so getting rid of the fake blonde ends is not easy, my hair is dirty blonde now it likely won’t look like this again until I am 80 something, if I’m lucky.

meandmickeyatthecottage

For some reason ever since I got married I can’t stop watching Desperate Housewives, which Adam bloody hates and already outed me on via Facebook status, not to mention I have no idea what I even see in the show because I am not a fan of the actresses, Teri Hatcher looked WAY better back when she played Lois Lane on Lois & Clarke: The New Adventures of Superman, and I am SURE my father would agree with me on that one, he and I used to watch it together. I don’t feel like a desperate housewife, I really do not want to analyze it too deeply, but it bothers me slightly. I do like Felicity Huffman, she is good, the rest are mostly plastic, Nicollette Sheridan does not look much different than she did when I was addicted to Knots Landing, which quite frankly is scary.

Adam and I have been watching Dancing with the Stars since the first season, PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF BEAUTIFUL CROTCHES EVERYWHERE, America, VOTE OFF MARIE OSMOND, if I have to see that woman’s crotch area one more time I will scream myself to death. Every time she ‘dances’ and she flashes the crotch Adam and I let out involuntary screams which likely have Mrs. E believing that there will be a baby coming soon, but no, it is shrieks of horror, it FEELS so wrong, it gives me the NO feeling ALL OVER MY BODY watching and being subjected to her area, but it is like a stereotypical train wreck of monumental proportions you can’t look away except to shield your eyes only to find you are peeking out from behind your fingers.

“she works hard for the money”

Having a job with no computer is pretty awesome because I am in no way tempted to do stupid stuff that could get me canned. Downside, I don’t get to blog as often. I haven’t done this sort of shift work since the nineties so it is taking a bit to get used to. The film industry was too hard with no car although I learned a lot and I mean a lot plus I’m not saying I will never do it again in the summer the not having a car/retarded hours don’t bother me as much, really what I mean is if Ryan Gosling were to film here I’d be on that set other than that I like being in doors now with ventilated air and heat and stuff, plus I wouldn’t leave where I am now, I’d have to find a way to do both.

Oops did I forget to mention I got a new job?

I'm NOT responsible for bringing sexy back

So now I am bonified Housewife Extraordinaire with permanent part time job. I feel so much better about myself and when I don’t clean the kitchen I don’t feel guilty because I work too. Granted, matching P.J sets and my Sneaky Brim Toque and my pirate/scull slippers are my day off uniform. I am in NO WAY responsible for bringing sexy back as this photo clearly shows. The apartment is freezing, I’ll bring sexy back in the spring. The Sneaky Brim Toque is on a similar status HIGH as my Neko Case T-shirt, it is getting A LOT of wear.

My tattoos are allowed to show and although we can’t wear jeans all other pants are basically allowed. Gus is having some ‘issues’ to say the VERY least with my not being home as much but I am sure she will adjust and realize she was simply taking me for granted anyway.

With my working Adam actually gets some time to himself which he is loving and it makes me happy after the gift of sitting on my ass for so long he gave me. I’ll walk in the door and he has his guitar [a REAL one] on his lap or he may be banging out new tunes on his key board or he’ll be passed out on the couch with the Greeper and I almost feel guilty that I’m interrupting because I can come home for lunch. That last part is a lie I don’t feel bad for coming home for lunch when Adam is home because then he will make me lunch, but I am still down with him having more ‘him’ time.

Hello

I am finally doing what I was supposed to do when I moved to Word Press which was fix my archives and match them to their original categories but I am lazy and things can sometimes take me a while and I get so wrapped up in it I haven’t had time to post and it is a huge yet very addictive job. I have amended it to just fixing the categories because I have added so many new ones and leaving most of the HTML until later, it is simply too much work to fix all of the dead links but important posts I am writing down to re-link later.

I am so close to finishing Guitar Hero III on Hard I can taste it, but it is still going to take me a wee bit of time, I’ve been going back and five staring the Hard level songs because finishing the songs in the final level and knowing that I gotta battle that devil dude without one or both of my arms falling off is crazy talk at this moment. I have one song in the final level in the box.

PS. I have picked my Top Model winner for this cycle but I won’t say it out loud yet, I won’t even tell Adam. If you want to read sweet reviews head over to Jennifer’s site she is a fashionista, there isn’t one up for this week’s show but the ones from past weeks are great.