Hair Pricks

I got my hair cut...finally. It has been since I donated it in the Spring of '06. (Luckily, my hair stylist can't add well and only scolded me for waiting a year.)

I had to cut off quite a bit in order for it to be really healthy again. At least four inches.

I was ecstatic that my hair was finally healthy again. It finally looks GOOD again. I can finally STYLE it again.



Not one damn person noticed.

No one at my mom's house Sunday night.

NOBODY at work over the past two days.

Not my daycare girl.

Not even my kids.

JERKS.


I have no camera for "after" pics - or any "Before" pics for that matter. But you can tell me it looks nice anyway - just to make me feel better.

On Abusing Generosity

Due to the ever increasing workload lately, we’ve taken on some new employees.
The D’s each got a “new girl” to help with their work and I’ve been training in a rather gloomy, but pretty smart young guy on CAD.

I’ve enjoyed getting to know the new girls. They really liven the plastic-lined (remember the flood?) place up. But today I came to a point where I don’t want to get to know one of them anymore.

See, both the new girls (I call them “girls” but they are both older than me) are African American. They are both from the city. They are both single mothers in college. However, one likes to talk about the books she reads while the other talks about the bootleg DVD’s she watched the night before (and she “got any one” I want. Only $5.). One talks about how she spoils her kid with love and attention and is glad that’s enough because Christmas is going to be tight this year. The other…well…that’s why I don’t want to know any more about her.

She likes to announce things to a quiet room. We’ll be silent, working, and she’ll blurt something out. This doesn’t really bother me much. But today she said, “I need to get me some Toys For Tots or something.” I looked at her. “I broke, man. Bah-Roke. I need to get my babay some toys.”

I went by her to talk to her about it. “The Salvation Army runs a program with Lite FM called ‘Operation Joy,’ I told her, “I bet they could help you.”

“Operation Joy. Yeah. I got their number and I called, but I didn’t get no answer.”

“Well, I volunteered in their offices last year and they have lots of people answering the phones all day, you should try again in a little bit. Otherwise, I know most counties hold some kind of program.”

“Yeah, yeah, I’ll do that.” she said.

Twenty minutes later, she blurted out, “You know on this ‘Cyber Monday;’ they estimate there was [a mass amount of money] spent!?!?”

“Wow.” I replied, mostly uninterested. Internet facts are her favorite thing to blurt out and I’m a tad bit irritated that she spends so much time on the internet while mine has been set “off limits.”

“Yeah, I got me a laptop for $250!” She said.

I stared. “Really? Where’d you find a deal like that?”

“Overstock.com!”

“Wow.” I said again, trying to contain my anger.

Here she is, spending her WORKING time on the internet and finding good-hearted people to buy her kid Christmas presents because she’s “Bah-Roke” after buying herself a fucking computer. I wonder how many of those “good-hearted citizens” got THEMSELVES a laptop on “Cyber Monday.”

I can tell you what. Not THIS one.

Now is NOT the time for me to meet people who can successfully destroy all faith I have in man kind. I do NOT need to be thinking when I take that afternoon off to do data entry for Operation Joy, “Gee, I wonder what they blew all THEIR money on that need to use this service.” I just DON’T.

So my solution is to not get to know her anymore. I don’t know how I’m going to do this. But I have to. Because I just can’t know people who become stereotypical leaches on society. Other girl, however, I plan to get to know a LOT better. Because I could really use some empowered people in my life right now. Someone who will make me believe that there really are good people out there doing what they can and not asking for handouts. Someone who isn’t afraid to go without frivolity so she can plan a better life for herself. Someone who won’t make me feel like a fucking fool for giving up MY hard-earned vacation time to spend on programs on Operation Joy - or any other charity.

How *Special*

Yet another reason Ninja Boy won’t be allowed to watch professional wresting:

WWE wrester Chris Benoit, his wife and seven year old son were found dead in their Atlanta home Monday afternoon after an apparent murder-suicide. (Article.)

To HONOR Benoit, WWE cancelled Monday Night Raw and USA aired a THREE HOUR TRIBUTE to Benoit.

A TRIBUTE.

I would like to think that it was a quick decision made by a higher up who was just too darned busy to think that maybe Benoit was responsible.

But let’s look at the facts: a 220 pound professional wrestler cancels appearances citing “family emergencies,” then is found dead with his family (he was in a separate room) with two giant German Shepard guard dogs roaming the property.

I just don’t think I could have assumed anything other than “BENOIT WAS A PSYCHO.” I definitely would NOT have run a *special* to *honor* him.

Sorry to any wrestling fans out there – but THIS is what is wrong with our country! “Yeah, he did murder his wife and his SEVEN YEAR OLD boy, but he was a really good WRESTLER and we should HONOR him.”

Please.

Save the honor for those who DESERVE it!

Update: Lest you think I was being too harsh...

My Day as a SAHM

Things I wish I’d done differently this morning:

*Woke the children earlier
*Brushed my teeth and put deodorant on before we left to drop Ninja Boy at school
*Worn a bra instead of shelved tank
*NOT worn a hooded sweatshirt
*NOT let Sunshine wear her Christmas skirt, red horse t-shirt and American flag flip-flops
*NOT left my purse in the backseat of the car at Target
*Or…realized that I had before I shut the locked door

:)

I’m smiling, I really am.

An impromtu stop at Target after dropping NB off led to a very, very, stupid mistake. After the nice customer service lady let me use her phone and phone book to call The Man (who didn’t hear his phone - he was working) and the police (who would only help if I’d locked a child in the car), I tried one more time to get in through my trunk (haha, yes, my TRUNK was open…yippee!). When that didn’t work, I cried a little bit and decided to walk home.

I miraculously found my extra key right away. So I changed my clothes and we headed back. Sunshine rode her bike this time, which made it SO much faster. (OMG!). When we got there, I decided we’d been through a lot and could use some retail therapy. We both picked out a bunch of stuff to try on. I even bought a dress*.

In the end, it wasn’t a bad day. I think the Universe picked up that I wasn’t going to get in my exercise and forced it upon me.

So, anyway! That took a lot of time out of my day and I didn’t get all my writing I wanted done. Boo.

I had to thank you for all the birthday wishes, though!

My grandparents were in town for the weekend, so Saturday, we went to my mom’s for lunch.

She insisted that I leave the kids for the night and go out. “Get dressed up and go out!” She said. “Put on some nice clothes and have a good time!”

* “These are my nice clothes!” I said…which is why I bought the dress.

We did end up going out. To TGI Fridays as predicted. Really late, too. But we had fun.

I scored some Twins tickets from a guy at work Thursday. So after brunch with the family on Sunday, we headed down to the Metrodome to watch our Piranhas take on the Red Sox. We lose by a run…but we were really close to Tori Hunter AND the bullpen. I don’t get to do stuff like this very often so I was really excited to be so close.

I’m sure I’m missing stuff, but I’m tired and I need a shower like you wouldn’t believe (you so think I’m sexy now, huh?).

I’ll see you all tomorrow with part 3 or 4 or whatever it is.

When Good Things Go Bad

Today is a sad day in the Twin Cities.

ABC Radio has murdered Drive 105.

MURDERED!

It was a rough drive home to begin with, but realizing this actually made me cry.

Hey TC Residents: Want to hear some Matisyahu? How about The Kooks? The Fratellis? What about some Elvis Costello or The Cure?

Too Damn Bad.

But…if you need a good Lionel Richie fix, head on over to Drive, Oops, I mean LOVE 105.

Or, if Rock Whore Ass is what you’re into and you totally love old rock like AC/DC and Metallica - or anyone else who should be on the classic rock station - check out 93x, where my man JP The Radio Slave now resides. Their website is, like, OMG! So. Totally Cool. Like, there are half-naked whores ALL OVER it. Even a ‘hot chick of the day!’

But I won’t. I won't have that station on when my kids are around. I won't even have it on when they aren't. I outgrew that station along with my want to down a beer bong. I wonder where their gay listeners will flock to now, as well, as I can't see the loads of ass over at X being very appealing.

What’s a girl to do? What’s a music lover to do? Who the hell in this metropolis will play GOOD music???

I need some suggestions…I’m leaning toward Sirius, but I’m poor.

My lovelies, I need your help!!


(PS - I’m totally NOT going in to work today and I promise to get some new posts ready. I have to retire one that never even got posted because it was about my love/hate relationship with the aforementioned DJ. I just won‘t advertise for that POS station.)

My Next License Plate

Will look like this:

I realize it looks a little bit like a ranson note. I have a JOB, people! I can't spend ALL day editing photos to cuss at my government workers.

Thanks, MN-DOT...specifically the workers in MY county...who didn't think that MAYBE a little bit of SALT would have taken all that ice off the road. Even more pissed, I'm sure, are the people who actually got IN accidents. Not just those of us who screamed and cussed for two hours in our cars!

Sorry for the rant, chillins...

I'm off to write a letter to the city. (Haha, oh, yeah...and to WORK.)