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Listening to: Of Montreal
I cried last night for something that I lost. It wasn't only mine - it was shared, and we all lost it. A part of it is still around but... it's not the same. Maybe it's kinda stupid that I cried for it but I really liked it and I'm sad it's gone. It's going to be replaced and who knows, maybe it will be just as good, but I don't really think so. At least I still have the group of people I shared this with. That's a nice feeling because I've grown awfully fond of them and wouldn't want to lose them either; not now that I feel I've gotten to know them better. This thing I lost - we lost - was what got me to get to know them better, and I'm pretty grateful for that.
On a somewhat different note I realized yesterday all the death and severe health issues that have surrounded me. Not me personally, but at my work place. I've worked for the current company for over 5 years. From the end of last year to current date, people in advertising (there's only 3 of them) have had family members in and out of hospitals and at least 3 deaths that I can recall. An old boss I had when I first started at this job lost his son. I think it was found out that it was either a suicide or an accidental drug overdose. A co-worker of mine, an old guy named Larry who I was actually fond of, passed away and merely one week later my other co-worker lost his wife to cancer. For him I felt a great deal of sorrow. He knew his wife was slipping away and just when he was hit with the sorrow of losing a long time friend (the co-worker), he was then hit with the tragedy of losing his life long love. He was so quite and unlike himself for a few weeks.
It's amazing how powerful one can be moved by someone else's misfortune.
Watching: HGTV
So last week, Wedensday, my car had over heated and there was no water or coolant in it. So on Thursday I took it to Firestone where they proceeded to tell me I had a water leak, an oil leak and that it would be about $500 to fix it. I was at the salon when I got that phone call and I LOL'd at that. One of the things he mentioned was the thermostat which is something Stuart's dad had replaced a few months earlier. I paid the $77 for the diagnosis and the small stuff like putting air in my tires, yaddah yaddah.
Anywho, Friday I took it to Stuart's dad's house and he said the pipes didn't look like they needed replacing (one of the things Firestone said I did) and on Sunday he decided it was the thermostat and so Firestone's quote of $500 came out to be $14.99.
Thank you Stuart's dad. Jim. :D
Listening to: Someone outside my window... EEK!
So, as I said last time - I got my hair did. It looks weird considering I'm so used to seeing purple but everyone likes it. The oddest response I got was from Stuart who said "you look like an adult." Kinda weird, but thanks sweetheart. He is attracted to chicks with crazy hair color but I think since we've been dating over 2 years, I've got him tied down with my amazing personality. :P
So here are some before pictures. The first shows the purple/blue/teal/ocean color. Yeah, it looks all mermaidy, and while that might be interesting, it's not what I want. I dye it purple because I want it to be purple, not a shitty mixture of colors. Hence the "I'm fed up and I'm changing it altogether.

amidst all this shitty color there's always one strip of purple that decides it likes to be purple. I told Shorty (my hairdresser) that it's like the rest of my hair rebelled and decided it didn't want to be purple anymore and this little strip said 'I dunno guys, I like it, I think it looks good' and held its ground. Here's the brave little strip:

So, with that being said I introduce my new hair. But first I introduce the purple strip that earned its place in my heart and on my head:

Such a strong-willed purple strip deserves to keep its place. It stood up with the rest said 'fuck you' and I have rewarded it for its style. Good going purple strip!
And here is the new me:

Isn't that nuts! I think the picture makes me look like one of the examples in a hair cut book. It's gunna take a bit getting used to but... there it is. And here's the purple I used to be, so we can remember fondly the me I once was (only one tear is allowed to be shed per person) :

Yes, image heavy, but so what - it's my blog.
Okay, so on to my Friday night. I don't have all the photos and there are some good ones but here's one that I should share now. This gentleman is a friend of Chantal's ex and he danced with her and she suggested he dance with me so I learned to 2-step this Friday. I'll explain the picture by saying I was trying to take a picture of the 3 of us - Chantal, Mountain Man and myself - but my arms are short (as is the rest of me) and I thought I was only going to get her and him... and instead I got Mountain Man and my stretching arm face:

Why I thought that angle would get her in it I haven't a clue, but there. But like I said, I'll post more when I get the pictures. So get on it Chanie. I want those pictures.
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