Color change stat!

I have a pattern. Today I woke up and when I looked in the mirror I noticed my roots were showing. That's a problem when you aren't a natural (insert color here). I was sort of sleepy eyed with my contacts not fully in place. I called and set an appointment to get my hair done and rolled back over.

Upon arriving I decided it was time for a change...a hair color change. I've had major blonde in my hair for 12 weeks. It's been fabulous but enough is enough. Anytime I get restless or blue, or hell, even bored I call my stylist and say I want to change my hair. When can you squeeze me in. Today, she was all to willing to pull out some swatches and play.

Thus....I am no longer idiot blonde (no offense to the blonde crowd). I am reddish brown with blondish highlights here and there. Very rich and dark and vixen. I like it.

I say in about 12 weeks I will be ready for another change. Until then I am a reddish brunette hybrid of sorts. Whatever the case several women complimented my hair as I ran errands. I'll take it.

Breakdown

Yesterday I spent an hour in mall traffic trying to pick up my take out. Frustrated from a long day I was all too eager to get home. I had no idea there was a huge event taking place across the street from my apartment. Traffic to my house was backed up for MILES. Lanes of traffic were piled up while drivers tried to squeeze into the offramp.

After an hour of moving 20 feet, I lost it. I put my hand on the horn and rested it there til someone moved. The horn blaring was accompanied by me screaming "MOVE!!!" for about 3 minutes. I just screamed and layed on that horn. It was magnificent. What a release of energy that took. Oh...and the loser holding up 2 lanes of traffic finally moved. Imagine that.

I arrived home, ate dinner, crawled into bed and cried for about an hour before I drifted into sleep.

Yesterday's madness was followed by watching MSNBC all day and crying bouts every few hours today.

I'm thinking another day or so of madness and I will need a tranquilizer or something to dull the effects.

it stinks down here

I'm having one of those days today. The one where your hormones are out of balance and everything stresses you out. I was out of my store for 3 days on business helping another team member out. I come back to piles of crap EVERYWHERE. I feel like nothing has gotten done in my absence. All of the chocolate is gone from my office. Some lady actually threw her freaking coupon at me today too. I wanted to reach over the counter and give her the nastiest papercut in her eye and then laugh.

And I'm depressed about the last dating incident. I feel like such a loser. Who finds weirdos like that? I must have a big flashing sign above me that says I eat worms and like them. I don't know. I never thought having such a bad date could be so detrimental to your self esteem. One of my friends said I should re-evaluate my dating pool. That's just it though. They have all been seemingly normal, independent, attractive men with steady jobs and a career path. I mean if you lower the standard any further you might as well not have any standards at all.

Scoot over Oscar (the grouch). I need some room to wallow. I may be down here awhile.

And then he called

I thought the worst was over last night when I left the most ridiculous date ever. Oh no....it got better.

A phone call at 3 am chock full of drunken slurrs, insults, and profanity followed by the question can I just crash on your couch.

Yeah sure. You just called me a snobby biotch who is quite possibly the rudest woman you have ever met because I went home at 1 am instead of dancing on the bar taking shots. Sure come stay in my house.

Yet another tragic encounter for the books. I think this one takes the cake so far.

A question for the masses

I just have to know this one thing. Who the hell goes on a date and divulges they are the following: alcoholic, Anti-Semitic, and possibly a few steps from the looney bin.

The answer: my date tonight!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

At that point I swallowed my martini and barfed in my mouth a lil bit. My gut tells me he's a stalker. Hot as hell but a crazy man in need of some serious meds.

Another winner. Lucky me.

Another side of vacation please

I just returned from a much needed vacation 2 days ago. My first day back at work was yesterday. It was the first time in a long time I was actually ready to come back to work. I was greeted with warm smiles and hugs surprisingly from my staff. One of my very endearing older employees pulled me aside and said, "don't take this the wrong way, but you look so relaxed and relieved. You must have gotten some good down time."

oh I did. I slept and slept and slept until after 11 am. I went walking and to the gym when I pleased. I went shopping and to the movies. I spent time with the most adorable baby EVER (my goddaughter--Tivoli) and got a chance to really leave it all at the office. Turns out we both have a princess mindset and love to shop. I gathered this from the very fashionable dress she had to have and hugged while her momma and I shopped.

Damn why did I have to come back?!