this picture, but if that’s not it, all the pictures I posted of Mia and her babies are in a set on Flickr, here.
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I ended up having a fairly productive day yesterday, all in all. I left the house a little before 9 to have my hair cut and colored. It hasn’t shown up all that well in recent pictures, but the last time I had my hair done, she left the highlighting bleach (?) on too long, and the highlights were way too light and I was hating it. I’ve always thought that maybe one day I’d go blond, but light hair tends to wash me out and doesn’t flatter me all that much.
“What are we doing today?” the hairchick asked when I was sitting at her station.
“I’d like to go about a shade darker,” I told her. “And no highlights. Highlights are more of a summer thing.”
She agreed, and went off to mix the hair coloring goop.
An hour and a half later, she turned my chair around so I was facing the mirror.
“What do you think?” she asked.
I smiled. “Looks good!” I lied.
Now, here’s the thing. I like the way she cuts my hair, she does a good cut, but I will never understand why she styles it the way she does.
When I got to the car, I called Fred.
“I like the way she cuts my hair,” I told him. “But I do NOT understand the way she styles it.”
“Sporting the big hair today, are we?” he asked.
“I LOOK LIKE SID VICIOUS!” I said.
I could hear Fred clicking around on his computer, and then he laughed. “What, she spiked it?”
“Not really SPIKED, but… I don’t know how to explain it. It just looks like Sid Vicious did my hair. Or Gary Oldman as Sid Vicious, anyway.”
You be the judge:
Gary Oldman as Sid Vicious
Robyn And3rson as Robyn Vicious
I’m totally going to change my name to Robyn Vicious. That’s badass. I’m badass. It’s a perfect fit!
Not only do I not care for the way she styled it, I’m not crazy about the color, either. The picture doesn’t capture the color very well, but let me tell you – in person, it’s Elvis black and I don’t think it does anything for me. I can’t blame her for the color, though – I was the one who told her that I wanted to go darker, she was just following instructions. It might grow on me, but it hasn’t in the last 24 hours, so I’m not holding out much hope that it will.
If it continues to bother me, I’m going to get some hair color from the grocery store and lighten it a tad.
I left the hair-doin’ place and headed into Huntsville to run some errands. The traffic was horrid, but I was a little less stressed than the day before, so I crept along and sang happy holiday tunes and ignored the fact that I was moving at, like, ten miles an hour the entire way.
I had to go to Sam’s because I hadn’t been there in forever, and we were almost out of bottled water, paper towels, and a few other things. Sam’s, as you might imagine, was busy as hell. I just will never understand how it is that people don’t think anything of leaving their cart in the exact middle of the aisle, blocking it so no one can get by them, and go flitting around looking at various things on the shelf. Have they never heard of the concept of pushing their cart to the side of the aisle?
APPARENTLY NOT.
So I got everything I needed to get at Sam’s, though I was almost to the checkout when I realized I hadn’t bought trash bags, and had to go back and grab a box.
From Sam’s I stopped by the pet store to pick up cat food, and ended up walking around in a daze for a good fifteen minutes, looking at all the toys. I did NOT buy a single toy, though (for once!), and walked out with nothing but the cat food I’d gone in for.
From the pet store, I went to the grocery store, where I picked up a prescription and a few groceries, and I was home by a little after noon, with the whole afternoon ahead of me in which to Get Shit Accomplished.
I didn’t get a huge amount accomplished, but I did finish wrapping presents, got boxes to my brothers and parents ready to mail, and then watched ER while cleaning the kitchen. I talked to my mother for about an hour, then finished watching ER, cleaned the master bathroom, the downstairs bathroom, and vacuumed the entire house.
By then it was 6:30 and Fred was on his way home from Smallville (over the past few weeks we’ve established a routine where I accompany him to Smallville on Tuesdays, and then he goes alone on Wednesdays for a few hours), so I did some laundry and caught up on some journal reading ’til he got home.
All in all, not a bad day at all, despite the fact that I look like Sid Vicious.
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While I was talking to my mother, she asked if I watched Boston Legal. I’ve seen a few episodes in the past, but don’t watch it regularly, so she started telling me about the most recent episode. And I shit you not, as she was describing the show, she said:
“So William Shatner and that
funny-acting lawyer, I can’t think of his name… Anyway, they’re very close.” She paused for a brief moment and then added hastily, “But not in a homosexual way.”
Alrighty, Mom.
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I have finally accepted the fact that all the crap I need to carry around with me on a daily basis just is NOT going to fit in a size small bag. I’ve tried to force all my junk into the purse, but the damn thing just isn’t made to carry all this stuff:
(Go here to see the fascinating details of what exactly everything is)
AND a hardcover book, an iPod, and a bottle of water. I’ve been shoving all that stuff in there every time we go to the house (not that I do much reading while we’re there, but the times I haven’t had a book, I’ve really needed one, so it’s better to be safe than sorry, I always say) and just barely getting the purse closed, then having to pull everything out and dig around to find anything.
It’s a huge pain in the ass when all you want is a piece of gum or a tampon, to have to do all that digging.
So I gave up and switched from the small size bag I was using to the regular size, and let me tell you, it makes a WORLD of difference. Before I left the house for my hair appointment, I had a hardcover book and two half-liter bottles of water in the purse, and if I’d wanted to stuff, say, a cat in there or something, there would have been plenty of room.
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“I likes to lick my chops.”
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Previously
2005: I AM SO HAPPY, YES I AM.
2004: (I never claimed not to be a dumbass)
2003: I would be ever so grateful if you would restrain yourself.
2002: No entry.
2001: I knew y’all were a hip and happenin’ bunch of readers!
2000: Stuff I’ve bought.
1999: And it tasted excellent, of course, which made the eggfart stenchiness more than worth it.]]>