So you know how I've had black hair for a while now? Well, I decided it was time for a change, so I tried to lighten it. Yeah, no go. So I tried a dye made especially for people with black hair. It made my hair a tiny bit lighter. And turned my roots strawberry blonde. That's not good. So I decided that rather than continue to ruin my hair some more, maybe I should just go pay (or let Lawrence pay) a professional. So I call my girl, and she tells me that it all depends so come on in. She tells me that the first step is to do a bleach wash and see what happens. The thing is that lots of black dyes use blue or green as a base, and the blue or green will not come out. So you put the bleach wash on because it's far less damaging than regular bleaching, and you watch it. If the hair starts turning blue or green than you wash it and the hope is gone. You just have to dye it black again and wait for it to grow out. If it doesn't turn blue or green, you wash it when it gets to a shade you can work with. She also told me she could do the bleach wash that day, but she couldn't do anything else that day (due to other appointments), so I would have to make a future appointment when she has more time to finish the job. She told me I could do it at home if I want to because the journey we were about to embark on was going to be pretty pricey, and she does not guarantee the results. But, fearing baldness, I decided to take my chances with her.
So on goes the bleach wash and I read my book while waiting to see what kind of freak I was going to look like at the end of the process. It amused me some that she put on these big thick industrial rubber gloves to put this goop on my hair and, by extension, my scalp. I asked if she forgot her hazmat suit. At the end, my hair was not blue or green, but it is does have several different shades. Overall, it's kind of auburn, which is quite nice. I tried to take pictures so you could see it, but they turned out really dark and you wouldn't be able to see the color in them. I haven't had time to take more and I know that you couldn't wait for my post. I know how it is!
So now I have to decide what color I want to aim for when my next appointment comes in a week. So I want your opinion. Should I aim for red, auburn, or brown? Brown is my natural color, which I was originally going for, but now that it's already reddish, I figure, what the hell? So what do you think? Rock the vote people!
Thursday, April 27, 2006
Monday, April 24, 2006
My soap opera weekend
I have been hesitant to write this post, but I finally decided to go for it. You see, this weekend, Jared's girlfriend/ex-girlfriend/baby's momma contacted me. It seems he left his myspace profile open and she saw the emails that he and I exchanged a while back. He had told her that there wasn't anything going on between him and me, so she wrote me wanting to know exactly what happened. She was not confrontational or mean or bitchy, she just wanted to truth, so I gave it to her because I think she deserves it. I also referred her to this very blog with the request that she not let Jared see it. She and I exchanged many emails and I left feeling like Jared played me way worse than I ever thought possible. You see, all along I thought that he started dating her when he was dating me. It turns out he was dating her before, during, and after dating me. I was the other woman all along and I had no idea. Of course, she says he also saw (and screwed) lots of other girls, but he mostly saw me and one other girl (besides her of course.) Then she wrote me and told me that though she erased the URL from the history, he found it in the cookies and read my blog. The only reason I hadn't wanted him to see it is because I always tried to play it cool around him, and if he read all of this, he would see how much he affected me. Oh well. Too late now. So I had been planning on slamming Jared on here after all the things she told me.
Then Jared IM'd me. He always seem so rational and so logical. He always says what I want to hear. He gets just the right amount of upset at the right time. I wanted to tell him to fuck off, but I couldn't for some reason. He told me that he had had feelings for me that were much stronger than he expected and he went back and forth because he was really torn. He said he favored her because I'm devoutly Mormon and he can't live that kind of lifestyle. He said he had been thinking about getting serious with me but I started playing up the fact that I had other guys in my life (which was extreme hyperbole on my part) and he pulled back. He said he's not trying to get back with me, but he values my opinions and the advice that I give him. He said I'm a good person and he wants to keep me in his life, but if I want him to leave me alone he'll abide by that. Damn him. He makes it all sound do reasonable. If he would just be a little mean or something I would feel perfectly justified in telling him to sod off, but I feel selfish for wanting that. I feel like I really could be a good influence on him and it's my moral duty to not write him off. *sigh* Where did this strong sense of duty come from? I don't like it one bit.
I also had a dream last night. It was very vivid and real and I remembered it really well when I woke up. I was at the movies by myself and I ran into Jared. He wanted to go see the same movie as me and wanted to come with me. I didn't want him to come with me, but he talked me into it. So we got in line, but when it came time to see the movie, I couldn't find the right theatre. The theatres were very fancy. They were a lot like the rooms of the Salt Lake Temple as a matter of fact. While I was looking for my movie, I got separated from Jared and couldn't find him OR my movie. When I awoke, my immediate thought was that it was trying to tell me that Jared would never be able to go with me to the temple. Well, duh, thanks Captain Obvious. But then I thought that maybe it means that if I let Jared talk me into hanging around, I won't be able to get where I want to go. *shrug* I dunno.
So I didn't know what to write here because either Jared or Christina or both might be reading it. But then I realized it's my damn blog and I have nothing to hide, so I can write what the hell I want. So it's been an interesting weekend. I appreciate Lawrence so much more now because I know I will never have to put up with even the question of impropriety from him. I know he loves me and me alone. And I love him. I'm so glad this story has a happy ending.
Then Jared IM'd me. He always seem so rational and so logical. He always says what I want to hear. He gets just the right amount of upset at the right time. I wanted to tell him to fuck off, but I couldn't for some reason. He told me that he had had feelings for me that were much stronger than he expected and he went back and forth because he was really torn. He said he favored her because I'm devoutly Mormon and he can't live that kind of lifestyle. He said he had been thinking about getting serious with me but I started playing up the fact that I had other guys in my life (which was extreme hyperbole on my part) and he pulled back. He said he's not trying to get back with me, but he values my opinions and the advice that I give him. He said I'm a good person and he wants to keep me in his life, but if I want him to leave me alone he'll abide by that. Damn him. He makes it all sound do reasonable. If he would just be a little mean or something I would feel perfectly justified in telling him to sod off, but I feel selfish for wanting that. I feel like I really could be a good influence on him and it's my moral duty to not write him off. *sigh* Where did this strong sense of duty come from? I don't like it one bit.
I also had a dream last night. It was very vivid and real and I remembered it really well when I woke up. I was at the movies by myself and I ran into Jared. He wanted to go see the same movie as me and wanted to come with me. I didn't want him to come with me, but he talked me into it. So we got in line, but when it came time to see the movie, I couldn't find the right theatre. The theatres were very fancy. They were a lot like the rooms of the Salt Lake Temple as a matter of fact. While I was looking for my movie, I got separated from Jared and couldn't find him OR my movie. When I awoke, my immediate thought was that it was trying to tell me that Jared would never be able to go with me to the temple. Well, duh, thanks Captain Obvious. But then I thought that maybe it means that if I let Jared talk me into hanging around, I won't be able to get where I want to go. *shrug* I dunno.
So I didn't know what to write here because either Jared or Christina or both might be reading it. But then I realized it's my damn blog and I have nothing to hide, so I can write what the hell I want. So it's been an interesting weekend. I appreciate Lawrence so much more now because I know I will never have to put up with even the question of impropriety from him. I know he loves me and me alone. And I love him. I'm so glad this story has a happy ending.
My soap opera weekend
I have been hesitant to write this post, but I finally decided to go for it. You see, this weekend, Jared's girlfriend/ex-girlfriend/baby's momma contacted me. It seems he left his myspace profile open and she saw the emails that he and I exchanged a while back. He had told her that there wasn't anything going on between him and me, so she wrote me wanting to know exactly what happened. She was not confrontational or mean or bitchy, she just wanted to truth, so I gave it to her because I think she deserves it. I also referred her to this very blog with the request that she not let Jared see it. She and I exchanged many emails and I left feeling like Jared played me way worse than I ever thought possible. You see, all along I thought that he started dating her when he was dating me. It turns out he was dating her before, during, and after dating me. I was the other woman all along and I had no idea. Of course, she says he also saw (and screwed) lots of other girls, but he mostly saw me and one other girl (besides her of course.) Then she wrote me and told me that though she erased the URL from the history, he found it in the cookies and read my blog. The only reason I hadn't wanted him to see it is because I always tried to play it cool around him, and if he read all of this, he would see how much he affected me. Oh well. Too late now. So I had been planning on slamming Jared on here after all the things she told me.
Then Jared IM'd me. He always seem so rational and so logical. He always says what I want to hear. He gets just the right amount of upset at the right time. I wanted to tell him to fuck off, but I couldn't for some reason. He told me that he had had feelings for me that were much stronger than he expected and he went back and forth because he was really torn. He said he favored her because I'm devoutly Mormon and he can't live that kind of lifestyle. He said he had been thinking about getting serious with me but I started playing up the fact that I had other guys in my life (which was extreme hyperbole on my part) and he pulled back. He said he's not trying to get back with me, but he values my opinions and the advice that I give him. He said I'm a good person and he wants to keep me in his life, but if I want him to leave me alone he'll abide by that. Damn him. He makes it all sound do reasonable. If he would just be a little mean or something I would feel perfectly justified in telling him to sod off, but I feel selfish for wanting that. I feel like I really could be a good influence on him and it's my moral duty to not write him off. *sigh* Where did this strong sense of duty come from? I don't like it one bit.
I also had a dream last night. It was very vivid and real and I remembered it really well when I woke up. I was at the movies by myself and I ran into Jared. He wanted to go see the same movie as me and wanted to come with me. I didn't want him to come with me, but he talked me into it. So we got in line, but when it came time to see the movie, I couldn't find the right theatre. The theatres were very fancy. They were a lot like the rooms of the Salt Lake Temple as a matter of fact. While I was looking for my movie, I got separated from Jared and couldn't find him OR my movie. When I awoke, my immediate thought was that it was trying to tell me that Jared would never be able to go with me to the temple. Well, duh, thanks Captain Obvious. But then I thought that maybe it means that if I let Jared talk me into hanging around, I won't be able to get where I want to go. *shrug* I dunno.
So I didn't know what to write here because either Jared or Christina or both might be reading it. But then I realized it's my damn blog and I have nothing to hide, so I can write what the hell I want. So it's been an interesting weekend. I appreciate Lawrence so much more now because I know I will never have to put up with even the question of impropriety from him. I know he loves me and me alone. And I love him. I'm so glad this story has a happy ending.
Then Jared IM'd me. He always seem so rational and so logical. He always says what I want to hear. He gets just the right amount of upset at the right time. I wanted to tell him to fuck off, but I couldn't for some reason. He told me that he had had feelings for me that were much stronger than he expected and he went back and forth because he was really torn. He said he favored her because I'm devoutly Mormon and he can't live that kind of lifestyle. He said he had been thinking about getting serious with me but I started playing up the fact that I had other guys in my life (which was extreme hyperbole on my part) and he pulled back. He said he's not trying to get back with me, but he values my opinions and the advice that I give him. He said I'm a good person and he wants to keep me in his life, but if I want him to leave me alone he'll abide by that. Damn him. He makes it all sound do reasonable. If he would just be a little mean or something I would feel perfectly justified in telling him to sod off, but I feel selfish for wanting that. I feel like I really could be a good influence on him and it's my moral duty to not write him off. *sigh* Where did this strong sense of duty come from? I don't like it one bit.
I also had a dream last night. It was very vivid and real and I remembered it really well when I woke up. I was at the movies by myself and I ran into Jared. He wanted to go see the same movie as me and wanted to come with me. I didn't want him to come with me, but he talked me into it. So we got in line, but when it came time to see the movie, I couldn't find the right theatre. The theatres were very fancy. They were a lot like the rooms of the Salt Lake Temple as a matter of fact. While I was looking for my movie, I got separated from Jared and couldn't find him OR my movie. When I awoke, my immediate thought was that it was trying to tell me that Jared would never be able to go with me to the temple. Well, duh, thanks Captain Obvious. But then I thought that maybe it means that if I let Jared talk me into hanging around, I won't be able to get where I want to go. *shrug* I dunno.
So I didn't know what to write here because either Jared or Christina or both might be reading it. But then I realized it's my damn blog and I have nothing to hide, so I can write what the hell I want. So it's been an interesting weekend. I appreciate Lawrence so much more now because I know I will never have to put up with even the question of impropriety from him. I know he loves me and me alone. And I love him. I'm so glad this story has a happy ending.
Friday, April 21, 2006
Sweetness, sweetness, it was really nothing when I said. . .
We all know about my awesome and terrifying destructive powers. (See Jan 17th) But it seems that now that I have found love and happiness, my powers have turned to the light. My first piece of evidence is that Cainnum has found a girl. A pretty cool one with a great sense of humor to boot. AND Josh is going on a date! And the guys thinks my cute baby brother is adorable, so he's obviously very intelligent and discerning! Don't forget that soon after I started dating Lawrence, Kiera and Patrick indulged in what is commonly seen as the greatest manifestation of a couple's love for each other and had a baby. Coincidence? No, obviously not. The evidence is irrefutable. But my amazing love powers do not just encompass those in my life that I care deeply about! Oh no! They also extend to those I care deeply about from afar! Today I read an article saying that Morrissey, the posterboy for disenfranchised loners the world over, has found love. That's right boys and girls, I helped Morrissey out of the closet (like everyone didn't already know about him being gay anyway) and maybe back into the closet for kinky gay love romps. Not necessarily in the closet, but that's as good a place as any. I bring you the article I read (it's actually a music review of his latest album: Ringleader of the Tormentors) in The Week, volume 6, issue 255:
"After a decade of mediocre solo records, Morrissey has made himself relevant again, said Aidin Vaziri in the San Francisco Chronicle. "All he needed," it appears, "was a good shag." As the ex-frontman for the '80's post-punk group The Smiths, Morrissey never revealed his sexual inclinations, publicizing instead a long run of celibacy. That run has ended, he sings on "Dear God, Please Help Me," thanks to the "explosive kegs between my legs" that propel him into a graphic tryst with an Italian man. The new experience has really opened up Morrissey's worldview, said Adrian Trills in the London Daily Mail. The man best known for his gloomy outsider's laments has let a bit of sunshine into this CD. "There must be thousands of Smiths fans who never thought they'd hear their hero sing of 'walking through Rome with my heart on a string.'" To accompany the more upbeat lyrics, Morrissey has enlisted the help of Tony Visconti, the producer behind the scenes with David Bowie and T. Rex in the 70's. That means a backing orchestra on several tunes that could use the help. But for all the novelty, Ringleader is no "masterpeice," said Peter Watts in Time Out London. "Moz-watchers" will love it because it's out of the norm in their world. But for the rest of us, sentimental love tunes are all too common."
So there you have it. My friends dating or having babies and Morrissey singing sappy love songs. You can't escape or deny my powers. I will try to use them for good from now on.
"After a decade of mediocre solo records, Morrissey has made himself relevant again, said Aidin Vaziri in the San Francisco Chronicle. "All he needed," it appears, "was a good shag." As the ex-frontman for the '80's post-punk group The Smiths, Morrissey never revealed his sexual inclinations, publicizing instead a long run of celibacy. That run has ended, he sings on "Dear God, Please Help Me," thanks to the "explosive kegs between my legs" that propel him into a graphic tryst with an Italian man. The new experience has really opened up Morrissey's worldview, said Adrian Trills in the London Daily Mail. The man best known for his gloomy outsider's laments has let a bit of sunshine into this CD. "There must be thousands of Smiths fans who never thought they'd hear their hero sing of 'walking through Rome with my heart on a string.'" To accompany the more upbeat lyrics, Morrissey has enlisted the help of Tony Visconti, the producer behind the scenes with David Bowie and T. Rex in the 70's. That means a backing orchestra on several tunes that could use the help. But for all the novelty, Ringleader is no "masterpeice," said Peter Watts in Time Out London. "Moz-watchers" will love it because it's out of the norm in their world. But for the rest of us, sentimental love tunes are all too common."
So there you have it. My friends dating or having babies and Morrissey singing sappy love songs. You can't escape or deny my powers. I will try to use them for good from now on.
Tuesday, April 18, 2006
numbers and more numbers
I just went to tae kwon do for the first time in three weeks, and DAMN. I am so tired now. And Mr Kitsman taught tonight and he's the easiest instructor. I'm glad Mrs Rhyne didn't teach, I would have died. On Thursday I'm going to try going to tae kwon do AND doing my extracurricular exercise, but not tonight. I have to warm up to for real exercise again. As I've basically stopped exercising and dieting, and have started putting weight back on, I feel this is very important. I have to wait until AFTER I'm married to pork back up. :) Plus I want to be sexy in my wedding photos. So all I need to do is lose more weight and get engaged and I'll be all set.
Getting back to work has been good even though I'd rather be at home lazing around. Rene seems to appreciate me a lot more now that he's had to do my job for a week. He told me that starting June 1st all the dentist's prices are going up ten dollars, and if we don't lose any dentists, I'll get a raise! Yay! He said "around a twenty percent raise," which would mean another $2.75/hour. I don't think that will be the case in actuality, but any raise is a good raise. If I do get that much, that'll put me up to $16.50/hr. YOWZA! I hope that does happen, cause I think I would suddenly like my job A WHOLE lot more. Working full time at that raise I would TAKE HOME over $2000 a month. Damn. I think it's too much to hope for, so I'm not counting my chickens before they're scrambled.
I guess I better get to it now. I have a test in government tomorrow I need to study for. Although, I didn't study for my last test and I got a 96, so maybe I'd be better off just using my intuitive subconscious memory. Nah, I'm not gonna chance it. Wish me luck!
Getting back to work has been good even though I'd rather be at home lazing around. Rene seems to appreciate me a lot more now that he's had to do my job for a week. He told me that starting June 1st all the dentist's prices are going up ten dollars, and if we don't lose any dentists, I'll get a raise! Yay! He said "around a twenty percent raise," which would mean another $2.75/hour. I don't think that will be the case in actuality, but any raise is a good raise. If I do get that much, that'll put me up to $16.50/hr. YOWZA! I hope that does happen, cause I think I would suddenly like my job A WHOLE lot more. Working full time at that raise I would TAKE HOME over $2000 a month. Damn. I think it's too much to hope for, so I'm not counting my chickens before they're scrambled.
I guess I better get to it now. I have a test in government tomorrow I need to study for. Although, I didn't study for my last test and I got a 96, so maybe I'd be better off just using my intuitive subconscious memory. Nah, I'm not gonna chance it. Wish me luck!
Sunday, April 16, 2006
my week with Ethan
So, Ethan is tucked away safely on a plane that is hopefully devoid of pedophiles or terrorists, on his way back to the loving arms of Dave and Becky. We had a very fun week. Monday we went to Dallas World Aquarium, where there were approximately three elementary schools having a field trip, so that was nerve wracking. Also, Linda had asked to go with us, and of course as soon as mom found out Linda was going, she wanted to go. But then Linda cancelled, and mom being high maintainence like she is, Lawrence ended up taking care of her the whole time. But it's all good. Afterward we went to The Purple Cow, which of course, is always good. Purple milk shakes are the best!Tuesday, Ethan's Grandpa Bill wanted to take Ethan out, so he came and got him and they went to the Movie Tavern to watch Ice Age 2. (It's been so long since I wrote my last post, I can't remember what I put in it, so if I'm repeating, I apologize.) He came back home with two sacks full of gifts, the spin art kit in the above picture being one of them.
Wednesday, Ethan went to class with me and afterward we went to Lawrence's house. Here's a picture of Lawrence for anyone who hasn't met him yet. Ok, so he's a goober, but he's my goober, and I find him strangely endearing for some reason. (And yes, the glasses are definitely going away ASAP.)
We made doughnuts and watched Fantastic Four, but, as you can see, Lawrence and Ethan found time to play.
They had quite the time as a matter of fact. Lawrence said he thinks he might need to employ a chiropractor when Ethan is back down here full time.
Thursday, Ethan went to spend the night with Grandma Linda, and Lawrence took me to see Phantom of the Opera. (His sister bought him the tickets for Christmas, he wasn't being a jerk by buying tickets for when Ethan's here. It was an unavoidable coincidence.) So I finished making the dress that I'd planned on wearing, which you see here. Obviously it looks better on me. I was thinking about having mom take a picture of me in it when my hair and makeup was all done, but we were running late, so I decided against. Not one, but TWO complete strangers told me how great my dress was! Wowza! I was shocked and slightly embarrassed, but in a good way. Phantom was great! I really enjoyed it. It was better than Cats. I'm going to see it again and again. (Not really-that was a quote. It was better than Cats, though. But it would almost have to be, really.) The music from Phantom is still stuck in my head.
Friday, we went to Six Flags! Yippee! It's the happiest place on Earth, providing you can be happy waiting in hour long lines all day! We bought the picture they took of us on the way in. I had tons of fun, even though Ethan was a whiney baby about riding rides. Seriously, how did I birth such a momma's boy? Sigh. I have decided I will not be taking Ethan back there till he's older, because he seriously harshes my buzz. We still had fun though. He really enjoyed the bumper cars and the Judge Roy Scream. He declared the Flashback to be "wicked" and really liked the Batman. How'd we end up riding the bumper cars, you might ask? Well, Ethan wanted to, and when I pronounced them lame, he said, "Mom, we've ridden every ride you've wanted to, and now I think you should ride one ride I want to ride." How can you argue with that? By the end of the day we were tired, sweaty, and ready for a good night's sleep.
Saturday, Ethan made this pie that he told us he knew how to make (which was delicious-it's the pie recipe found on the label for the oreo cookie pie crust.) and then Josh, Ethan, and I got together and went to Grapevine Mills. We had Cinnabon and pretzels. Yummy! Good times.
And that brings us, of course, to today, Easter Sunday. The Easter Bunny forgot to get candy. Whoops. He got a little, but decided to hold off on the main portion until closer to the day, but then he thought he had already taken care of it and when he opened the sack realized he hadn't. D'oh. So Ethan had to make due with a little candy and two books. It's ok though, because all four grandparents have been stuffing him with Easter candy all week, so the Easter Bunny doesn't feel too bad about the situation. And now this post is done. I've gotta put dishes away and go back to work tomorrow. Yuck. Why must I toil so endlessly? Is there no mercy in this world?!? Hopefully Ethan will be happy again back there despite the fact that he says he wants to come back home and will miss me. I guess he won't be spending another year up there, at least if he has any say in it. Between fast food, funnel cakes, purple milkshakes, doughnuts, pretzels, candy, etc, I think I've seriously put on some weight, but I've been too scared to weigh myself. Oh well, back to the real world tomorrow.
Wednesday, April 12, 2006
update-o-rama
So it's Wednesday and I'm posting partly out of obligation and partly out of procrastination. I'm sitting here listing to Ethan sing on the couch. He has been burbling and kicking around the house all morning and he's being rather adorable if you ask me. Tonight I'm taking him to class with me and then we'll go to Lawrence's house afterward.
Last night I couldn't take my lack of viable digital camera a moment longer, so I bit the bullet and charged one on my credit card. I got a Kodak Easy Share; it's one of those that comes with it's own little printer and stuff. So far I like it. I have taken one picture with it and printed none and uploaded none. I will do that soon. So Josh, that cheap camera I bought that has been living at your house? Congrats! You now own a digital camera!
I'm supposed to be writing my paper that's due tonight in Government. Five pages about affirmative action. I know I came up with the topic myself, but I am having an extremely hard time getting excited about it. I have approximately 5 1/2 hours to read all the articles I printed out and write the paper. *sigh* I should have started prior to this, but I always seem to have so much to do. Yesterday was the first day in I don't know how long that I didn't have to have a schedule, and I just couldn't get into anything except enjoying my free day. I'm such a slacker.
Last night Ethan's paternal grandfather took him to the Movie Tavern to see Ice Age 2, and he came home with two bags full of gifts. He's the type of relative that thinks seeing a kid once a year is all right as long as you buy the kid lots of stuff. Hey, whatever works.
Well, I should probably get to work. *sigh* Anybody have a good affirmative action paper they want to sell me cheap? lol. Nah, I'd be the one person who gets caught and expelled for buying a paper, I better not chance it.*
*Just so there's no confusion, I would NEVER actually consider buying a paper. I am so honest like that it's a little sickening. Seriously. Even I am appalled by my level of honesty sometimes. I never cheated in school. Well, technically I guess I did. You know those busy work worksheets they would give us? Well, I feel like those are pointless so I had no problem copying off someone or letting others copy off of me on those. But I never cheated on anything that I would count as cheating, nothing that counts. So anyhoo.
Last night I couldn't take my lack of viable digital camera a moment longer, so I bit the bullet and charged one on my credit card. I got a Kodak Easy Share; it's one of those that comes with it's own little printer and stuff. So far I like it. I have taken one picture with it and printed none and uploaded none. I will do that soon. So Josh, that cheap camera I bought that has been living at your house? Congrats! You now own a digital camera!
I'm supposed to be writing my paper that's due tonight in Government. Five pages about affirmative action. I know I came up with the topic myself, but I am having an extremely hard time getting excited about it. I have approximately 5 1/2 hours to read all the articles I printed out and write the paper. *sigh* I should have started prior to this, but I always seem to have so much to do. Yesterday was the first day in I don't know how long that I didn't have to have a schedule, and I just couldn't get into anything except enjoying my free day. I'm such a slacker.
Last night Ethan's paternal grandfather took him to the Movie Tavern to see Ice Age 2, and he came home with two bags full of gifts. He's the type of relative that thinks seeing a kid once a year is all right as long as you buy the kid lots of stuff. Hey, whatever works.
Well, I should probably get to work. *sigh* Anybody have a good affirmative action paper they want to sell me cheap? lol. Nah, I'd be the one person who gets caught and expelled for buying a paper, I better not chance it.*
*Just so there's no confusion, I would NEVER actually consider buying a paper. I am so honest like that it's a little sickening. Seriously. Even I am appalled by my level of honesty sometimes. I never cheated in school. Well, technically I guess I did. You know those busy work worksheets they would give us? Well, I feel like those are pointless so I had no problem copying off someone or letting others copy off of me on those. But I never cheated on anything that I would count as cheating, nothing that counts. So anyhoo.
Saturday, April 08, 2006
two guys and a girl
Man, what a day! First Lawrence and I went to Scarborough Faire, and we had a great time. We saw a couple of shows that were good (A storyteller and a group of bagpipers and drummers), shopped around (Lawrence bought me a toe ring, a pair of earrings, and a necklace which is currently being shortened and we won't get it till next time he goes), and ate (Steak on a stake, macaroni and cheese on a stick, pineapple on a stick, and king's nuts. Not on a stick.). Lawrence bought me a lovely rose, which garnered comments from complete strangers about what a good job I've done training him. He went in costume. I, of course, did not. He was actually kind of cute in his costume. Man. I must be turning into a dork myself. But weird thing, I think I saw him when I went last year. He's often in the guard (whatever that means) and I realized that when I went with Kiera and Patrick last year, there was a guy in the parade that caught my attention, and it's bothered me every since. The guy wasn't especially cute or anything, had big glasses, brown hair and a beard. And wore an outfit exactly like the one Lawrence wore today. I had often thought back to that guy wondering why I noticed him so strongly. Weird. Maybe I registered that it was someone I knew but I just couldn't figure it out without a closer look. Bizarro. So, we had fun today, and as he has a season pass, I'm sure we'll be back. But my favorite part of today's experience was when we were walking up to the gate and a be-costumed guy was walking around hawking programs. When he walked past us, he said, "Where can I get a girl like that?" I would have thought that was normal fair banter, but at this point he blushed *!* and stammered, "Uh, ah. . .I'm sorry. Would you like a program?" and then quickly hurried on. Wowzers! Maybe I gave that little nerd hope at finding a girl that's presentable. lol.
After we left the fair, we were going to go back to his place to get some of my things that I left there and then he was going to bring me home so I could get the truck and go pick up Ethan myself. But fate was against us. We kept running into traffic jams. Seriously. We hit like 4 traffic jams. It was insane, and then I got a call from flight notification saying that his flight was coming in 15 minutes early, so finally we just had to turn around and go straight to the airport, and we barely made it in time at that. I went in to get Ethan, WHO IS SO SKINNY NOW, I almost didn't recognize him, and I'm not even joking! Holy cow! Anyhoo. Ethan of course was happy to see me, and in the FOURTY FIVE FREAKING MINUTES WE WERE WAITING FOR HIS BAG at the luggage claim, I explained to him that I wasn't able to come by myself and why, and when he found out that Lawrence was waiting to meet him in the truck, he got SO excited he even did a little dance. After we finally got to the truck, Ethan was hungry and wanted to go to Whataburger, so go we did. It seemed to go pretty well, and when Lawrence went to the restroom, I asked Ethan what he thought of Lawrence. "I like him. You should marry him!" was his thoughtful response. Allrighty then. Linda met us at the house (Ethan's paternal grandmother) and in a bid to establish more of a stronghold, she let Ethan tell her all about his Yug-i-oh! playing cards, and even said that she was going to go buy a deck so that when he spends the night with her on Thursday, they can play together! She must REALLY love him is all I can say!
It was very nice being with those two. I love them both so much, don't ask me why. They're both pretty damn annoying, so maybe I'm a glutton for punishment. :)
After we left the fair, we were going to go back to his place to get some of my things that I left there and then he was going to bring me home so I could get the truck and go pick up Ethan myself. But fate was against us. We kept running into traffic jams. Seriously. We hit like 4 traffic jams. It was insane, and then I got a call from flight notification saying that his flight was coming in 15 minutes early, so finally we just had to turn around and go straight to the airport, and we barely made it in time at that. I went in to get Ethan, WHO IS SO SKINNY NOW, I almost didn't recognize him, and I'm not even joking! Holy cow! Anyhoo. Ethan of course was happy to see me, and in the FOURTY FIVE FREAKING MINUTES WE WERE WAITING FOR HIS BAG at the luggage claim, I explained to him that I wasn't able to come by myself and why, and when he found out that Lawrence was waiting to meet him in the truck, he got SO excited he even did a little dance. After we finally got to the truck, Ethan was hungry and wanted to go to Whataburger, so go we did. It seemed to go pretty well, and when Lawrence went to the restroom, I asked Ethan what he thought of Lawrence. "I like him. You should marry him!" was his thoughtful response. Allrighty then. Linda met us at the house (Ethan's paternal grandmother) and in a bid to establish more of a stronghold, she let Ethan tell her all about his Yug-i-oh! playing cards, and even said that she was going to go buy a deck so that when he spends the night with her on Thursday, they can play together! She must REALLY love him is all I can say!
It was very nice being with those two. I love them both so much, don't ask me why. They're both pretty damn annoying, so maybe I'm a glutton for punishment. :)
Thursday, April 06, 2006
dressing down
So. . .busy. No dress. Couldn't find anything I liked, and we only had an hour to look. Lawrence was picking out dresses that were extremely stuffy and conservative, such that Kitty on Darma and Greg might wear, and it made me worry about his taste, but he later admitted that he was picking things out that *gasp* his ex would wear. Ewww. So after he realized he was doing that he decided to stop it and try to figure out what I like. Yeah. good luck on THAT buddy. I told him that what I like changes from day to day and most people, including my mom, refuse to buy clothes for me. He said that while that was true, there's bound to be overall trends. We'll see what happens with that.
But, I decided to get the material for a dress. I bought a pattern a while back with a definite Asian feel, and I think the time has come for this dress. Maybe when it's done I can put up a pic for you.
Trying on clothes always makes me feel fat. But at least now I feel fat trying on size 14 clothes rather than feeling fat trying on size 22 clothes. I say that's a step in the right direction.
All righty. Back to work. *sigh* I'll try to post again soon.
But, I decided to get the material for a dress. I bought a pattern a while back with a definite Asian feel, and I think the time has come for this dress. Maybe when it's done I can put up a pic for you.
Trying on clothes always makes me feel fat. But at least now I feel fat trying on size 14 clothes rather than feeling fat trying on size 22 clothes. I say that's a step in the right direction.
All righty. Back to work. *sigh* I'll try to post again soon.
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