Sooo.... bout the snow... umm.. ya.. guess I got my wish. Does that mean if I will for Spring, it too will come in full force?

Let it snow...

So far I am a little bit underwhelmed by the supposed snow storm. I mean, maybe I should be just grateful for the white dusting we've received. I am. Yet, is it too much to ask for like a couple of feet of snow? Okay maybe that's a little crazy thinking, considering we live in a valley, but I want to go sledding. Badly. I want to see the yard in a blanket of soft plushy snow. I want to make snow angels, and snow men, and torture my dog by burying her in snow. Too much to ask? I think not.

My love's got me behavin' so crazy right now

I've been on hiatus. I've been pregnant. Oh, and still am. This whole first trimester thing has kicked my ever growing behind. I've been sick a ton, no energy, no motivation, cranky, and let's not even talk about what goes on during bathroom time. Frankly, I am over it. Luckily for me I have officially been in that hallowed 2nd trimester for a full week now. Yay me, right? Wrong. Everyone keeps saying how much better I should be feeling, and yet I still puke routinely every morning. I don't have a rush of energy, and am as cantankerous as ever, and my food aversions are worse than ever. If one more person tells me how much better I am feeling, I may just tell them where to stick it. ....See, crazy and cranky as ever. But, I am still a little hopeful, that soon I will be able to eat again, and maybe my time is just slow to come. Ah well. On the upside, I wrote a post! No longer on hiatus... I hope.

I am craving deviled eggs something fierce!! I am going to make them tomorrow and it will be awesome... you'll see.

Memories... like the corners of my mind

Man, I really miss running. Since being pregnant, I've exercised like once. I feel icky, and unhealthy. And, I know, Charlotte's doctor in Sex and the City said it was okay for her to run. Well, A: it's a movie, and B: she (the character) had always been a runner, as I have just recently taken up the habit. It's not like I have that much energy anyways, I just miss it, and I loved all the endorphins. Plus, I was just starting to lose weight, now I'll be gaining it. Boo-Hoo me... I think I'll go console myself with my good friends Ben & Jerry.

My animals are driving me bonkers!!

Ever since I became pregnant, (oh yeah, surprise!!) my cat Jasmine, and dog Rosco have become increasingly needy. They will not let me go to the bathroom without their presence, and I go to the bathroom rather frequently these days. Everywhere I go, there they are, and all over me, it's like I'm freakn' Ace Ventura or something. And Rosco's crazy nighttime behavior has been getting back to the crazy-super-paranoid dog that we dealt with in the apartment. How would you like crazy eyes starring at you, jumping on your bed, and the constant smacking of dog mouth/saliva hour after hour in the middle of the night. I need my sleep people, it's making me a little batty.

It's been a very hectic couple of weeks. I'm afraid the chaos is not completely through, but I now can see a small shimmering light at the end of a very long tunnel.

Tabitha's Salon Takeover

So I finally started through the 5 or so episodes of this show that I had recorded on my DVR. I was not really that excited about this show, even though it's my profession, mainly because I thought the host, Tabitha, was annoying and kind of a giant Biotch. Yet, I really, really dig it. I think she has so many valid points, and as she probably acts out a little extremely for the show, but she still is telling it like it is, cutting through the bullshit, and giving these salons the tools they need to survive. It inspires me to do better, and be better as a hairstylist, and contribute as much as I can to the success of the salon I work in, and my own career. I seriously feel if she came to our salon, things may get shook up, and some people would get upset, but in the end there is always room for improvement, and I believe she would bring that. I don't think she is some magical hair wizard, that she and only she could fix these salon problems. But, it's all about bringing in an observant outsider with some experience to help a business help themselves. Kind of like a therapist. So my peeps, my recommendation is a big thumbs up for this show, even if you're not in this industry, because it still may inspire you to do better in your own jobs.

Let them eat cake...

I stumbled upon Marie Antoinette on one of the movies channels this evening. It was already about half-way through, and I could not stop myself from watching it for a bit. I absolutely love this movie. Seriously, I just watched it again the other day, and I enjoyed it every bit as much as the first time, and probably even a little more. The clothes, shoes, food, colors, and hair is like a giant bowl of candy. (I love candy!!) I had a hard time tearing myself away, but I needed to head for bedy-bye. I also realized I must must must go to a masked ball. Masquerade ball?? Anyway, I am on a quest now to find such an event, so if anyone out there knows of one, drop me a note. For now I will only dream up the perfect outfit for such an occasion, and dream of frills and ruffles and the perfect C-curl. Oh ya, and did I mention that Kirsten Dunst was amazing in this role, I could not picture anyone else, it was pitch-perfect!

On a side note: When I was searching for the perfect picture for this post, I came across a review of the film when the critic said "Coppola lacks the committed, demented genius Baz Luhrmann brought to Moulin Rouge, and when Marie Antoinette isn't being crazy and decadent it becomes a bit too pretty, proper and trivial for my taste."-- Andrew O'Hehir, SALON, May 24, 2006

Ummm, sorry, but Moulin Rouge sucked an egg... a big one... like an emu egg. Oh and I'm not sorry, because as much as some critics were not big fans of this movie, plenty of, you know smart and sophisticated people could appreciate it's crazy, decadent, pretty, and proper portrayal of a woman placed into privilege and power, when she may not have chose it for herself.

If you want to read another rave review on this movie, check this out: THE BACK ROW MANIFESTO: http://blogs.indiewire.com/twhalliii/archives/011359.html

I Can't Move...

I cannot believe how sore I have been since moving. I've done this a few times in the not so recent past, but I don't remember not being able to walk correctly for two days after. It's totally screwing my running schedule as well, and seeing as Pre-(10k) is next weekend, I am more than a little freaked out. On the upside, I'm pretty sure that by the time my calves actually heal, they will look like this.

Moving!!!!!!!!

So... yay! We are finally moving into a house in NE Portland. I can't wait. I'm not even that bummed about the physical labor that lies ahead, because I'm so absolutely excited about moving into a rad house. And, don't worry Lucas, I'll save a lot of big and heavy stuff for you.

I'm stalling for time, so I don't have to go for a run.

It's hot.

Got to find and actually put on running clothes.

I'm still enjoying the cuteness of my current outfit, (might have just outdone myself today).

It's hot.

ummmmm......

I busy... you know, writing. Duh.

Aaaannnndddd I'm out.

Much cooler than I, and she's not even in high school yet...

Meet Tavi. She is too freakin' fun. Check out her blog:
http://tavi-thenewgirlintown.blogspot.com/

Rods and Coins

I rocked out a grey and white perm today. Let me tell you, I have not forgot how, and I was proud of my little silver lady, or silver fox, after I was done with her. She loved it!! Yet no tip, what gives? Hey, I know how it works, but even a handful of change is better than nada, you know? Really it's the thought that counts, like "Hey, you did a good job, here's a couple of rolled packages of nickles". Ah well, maybe next time.

Boop

I have creativity bottled up inside, I promise. Just wait one more second...

Boyah! 4 miles biotches!! Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh. Look at me go with my bad self.

Fly like an Eagle, shyah, Fly like Michael Phelps

I have been doing a very good job so far, watching the Olympics. I even watch its days later, after I may or may not actually know the outcome. And holy crap the swimming has ruled! I want to glide through the water like Michael Phelps. He is a swimming machine. A killer, I mean a killer.
This morning I decided to test my skills, in our grimey, cloudy apartment complex pool. At first the water was cold, unyielding to my advances. Then, little by little we were working together, I was whooshing through the water with the greatest of ease, and cutting through it's currents with my razor sharp strokes, really it had no choice but to back down and allow me to grace through its curves. Then, when I was crossing the pool doing the butterfly, and envisioning myself propelling through the water just like Phelps, that's when it happened. The pool, bitch slapped me across the face for being so cocky. I propelled myself, face first, into the brick wall of the pool's edge. My teeth jammed up against my bottom lip as it was colliding with the cold hard surface. Instantly I was in shock. I couldn't believe I had reached the end of the pool already, what the heck happened? Then a puckered lip smile crept across my face, because I couldn't believe how fast I had reached the end of the pool already.

It's official: It's hotter than a crotch out here.

Fears, phobias, and uh-ohs

I'm scared of the doctor. And the dentist. And IVs. The problem is, that because of our lapse in insurance and my general laziness, I have not been to regular check-ups for a very embarrassingly long amount of time. Now that we have insurance, I know I just need to suck it up and make the needed appointments.
But, I feel alright, and if it's not broke...
Alas, I know I have to be a grown-up and just get over my fears, and that's just the problem, being a grown-up has not a lot to do with it. I have way more fears and phobias now, than I did when I was younger. That just sucks, when did I lose my cojones?
Oh, and the uh-ohs... they happen when I finally go to these appointments and find out that I have something wrong with me because I have not keep up with a good regime of check-ups.