Remember picture day when you were a kid? I hated picture day. Mom always wanted to put me in some stupid outfit, I had awful hair (seriously - I'd prove it but I think the internet would break if I did), and I just never liked how I looked.
I remember my 2nd grade photo. I had been given a necklace with my name on it from one of my relatives. I loved that thing. So I snuck it with me that day and put it on before I took the picture. When the order came back and I had that on Mom was so mad at me. Why, I never understood, but whatever. I liked it.
This morning I took a picture of me before I headed to work. My friend has been asking for one of me in uniform for her iPhone. So I obliged, finally. I was going to put it here but I'm still debating. Maybe I will tomorrow if I'm feeling more up to it.
Because, when I got home today (and looked at me now and man, I look old and really tired) I decided I'd need a pick me up and so I'd eat at my table. I mean, the t-shirt contest ends tonight (did you sign up yet?) and so I cleaned off the table, made up a yummy meal and sat down to one of the saddest sights ever: one plate, one fork, one glass. (and yes, I know my table and chairs don't match...I'm staining this weekend, I think.)
But at least the meal looked good:
Okay, so I didn't eat all that food, I swear. I have meals now for a few days. Which is good. I'm really trying to watch how I eat - preferably staying in versus going out all the time. Besides, I like to cook, it just sucks doing it for one. I'm not a good leftover eater. I have in my freezer leftovers of my meatloaf muffins as well as containers from the chicken in the crock pot fiasco.
Anyway, I'm losing my mind, I'm going to go clean my kitchen now and then go to bed early. My Big Fat Greek Wedding is on and it's just depressing me and my life. That's me without the cute vegetarian to fall in love with me. Just call me frump girl. (Wow, we must be coming up on S.A.D., huh?)
So, anyway, I have written down the 8 names that have so far signed up for the t-shirt contest. I will be drawing tomorrow morning (after I add anyone else who signs up tonight). I will let the winners know tomorrow. So cross your fingers! I wish you all luck!
“I aim here only at revealing myself, who will perhaps be different tomorrow, if I learn something new which changes me.” – Montaigne
This is the quote at the top of my blog page. This is basically the meaning behind what I do here - with my writing, my rambling. I'm trying to find myself and reveal who I really am, not just to my readers, but also to myself.
So here's one basic truth: if you want me to be or think I am crabby, tell me I sound like I'm crabby. Trust me, this will make me crabbier than you have ever imagined me to be. And be sure to do it often, in the middle of a conversation, close to my bedtime, especially after a long day of work. Just like this: "You sound crabby." It's very simple. A sarcastic or crabby tone from yourself helps. And bonus points if you follow it with a short, pointed "Goodnight" and hang up on me. Shall we all try it together?
"You sound crabby." *click*
Very good! I'm so impressed. You picked that up quite well for your first time.
Please, please don't do this to me...I don't like being crabby.
Have you signed up to win the t-shirt yet? Come on! Just do it! Right HERE.
I am insane. I think I just agreed to either teach an adult ed course or agreed to teach Hebrew itself to an adult ed class at church this fall. ummmm....
Yeah, so I was fine having agreed to this when I walked out of the church. I was fine when I got in my car. It was 2 blocks later when I was replaying the conversation in my head (and out loud - hell, we all know I talk to myself) that I realized what had actually transpired. Yep, I agreed to teach.
That, and the fact that Olaf asked me if my job pays well and when I said I do well, he said, "Good! Then you wouldn't need to be paid for your services." And laughed.
Thank goodness the rest of the day was okay. Yes, just okay. I did get a lot of kudos for my pot stirring accomplishments (mostly from those who don't have to suffer the backlash of the woman). I got a lot finished, but my list also grew 10 fold with everything else I have to complete before the weekend. Oh well, it keeps things interesting.
I did make it to the gym today. It sucks going alone and in the cold. I just sat in the sauna and sweated out some evil, then pretended to do a little lifting before heading back to the sauna. I forgot my iPod so it was pretty quiet. I'm just not motivated to run these days and I really need to get going. Brookings is coming up way quicker than I'd like.
I work too much: I think I am a workaholic. I took a quiz a week or so ago and it said if you like going to work more than staying home you were a workaholic. Well I love my job and today I loved being at work - even if it felt insane the entire day.
At least there was something going on. Last week took forever to complete and when it finally finished it felt like a month had passed. Holy cow. But today was great. Weeks before our scheduled weekends to work are awesome.
Le Freak: Oh and the freak out happened this morning from my pot stirring. I didn't have to break the news to the lady, her supervisor did that, but then she proceeded to bug me constantly all day on whether or not I had this item in, or that item in, or "Dean just sent out the email on the job announcement, here's a paper copy" (yeah, I'm on the email distro list...thanks), and on and on and on. I understand that this was her task and we changed it and so I suppose I should have expected the 3rd degree on the content (but I'm not stupid, I know what is supposed to go in- duh, it's not rocket science). Anyway, I'm taking it over for this month, then I'll send her next month's template and she can go from there. It's going to be a long process but whatever.
Blast from the past: And today I got an email from a guy I went to training with back in 2002. He finally saw the light and joined the Blue and so he was able to track me down that way. Pretty cool...we exchanged a couple emails and then played phone tag.
Conference plans: So Indecision08 continues. I talked with RAC again and asked him more about this event on S.A.D. First I asked him where it was held...he gave me a quizzical look (like I'm an idiot 'cause everyone should know this) and told me. And I said, "Really? Where does it say that on the registration form?" He said that everyone knows that. And I asked him to put himself in my or a younger Airman's shoes who are encouraged [pushed] to go to this event and then he saw my point.
But I explained that I don't have a whole lot of cash to spend on a hotel room that night - especially just to sleep. I also am not a fan of the drinking binges that seem to ensue following the dinner, so my plan was to just drive back that night. Well, that's a 3-hour drive so now he's telling me I should not go this year and plan better for next year (find a roommate, etc).
I don't have a problem driving back in the middle of the night (9pm) but I just hate these events! UGH! I feel obligated to go because of my job, but I also know a bigwig who got ahead without going to any of these functions (until last year when he had to).
So I'm back to square one. Trying to figure out the hair, the formal dress (I gave my shirt and jacket to mom to sew on the new rank), and the money side.
I'm finished: I need to sleep and make cookies. Not in that order. Don't forget to comment on yesterday's post if you want a chance at a t-shirt!
Bethany Actually inspired me this week. Not that this is a first. Nor is this offer totally like Bethany - she actually offers homemade, cool items. I just have t-shirts.
A month or so ago, I had ordered new t-shirts from Despair and they mistakenly sent me two shirts I didn't order. They didn't want them back so they've been sitting on my table since.
I bought new chairs this weekend and I want to eat at my table, so I'm offering up these two shirts. Please comment on this posting by 11:59 p.m. CST 31 Jan 08. I'll put the names in a bowl and draw for the winners.
Now there are two different shirts, so if you have a preference, please put that specification in your comment. I'll draw for the Blog one first and then Change shirt. If you specify you only want the Blog shirt, I'll put you in that drawing only. If you specify you only want the Change shirt, you'll be in that drawing. If you don't care, you'll be in both. Fair?
Here're the specs:
BLOG shirt: mens style, XL, Black - looks basically like this:
CHANGE shirt: Mens style, 3XL, asphalt with white writing (yes, I said 3XL - great sleep shirt!)
Unlike Bethany, I don't have consolation prizes (sorry!). But good luck to you all! And I'll post the winners Friday, Feb. 1.
This morning I had coffee with KB which is always fun. I am realizing that I need to talk to people more or those I do get to converse with I end up chewing their ear off.
Anyway, I chatted with her this morning and we talked about my hair ('cause I didn't make it to Juut this weekend). See I've been debating all weekend about this conference. For one, it's in the middle of the week for one night, which sucks. For two, it's on Singles Awareness Day and that's usually a day I stay dressed in black and eat cookie dough. And for three, I just hate attending these kinds of functions.
But KB suggested I rethink that considering where I work now. I was debating because RAC thinks I should go but I just, ugh... I just hate forced engagements like this. So yesterday when I didn't make it to Juut I figured I'd just skip the conference and then I don't have to worry about my hair until June when I go to the opera. But now with KB's wise suggestions, maybe I'll have to find a place here instead. I have a couple more weeks to think about it, but I do want to get my hair done soon if I'm going to so I can play with it. We'll see. (Because if I do go it's a fairly formal function and I'd need to have my "game hair" on).
The other problem is that I realized when I was driving up Saturday that the registration deadline for hotel rooms for the night closed on Friday, so I'd either have to pay a butt load to stay (if I can even find a room) or drive back that night (which would give me a very viable excuse to leave early).
I hate political games like this...that to get ahead or stay ahead you have to attend these functions. I guess I shouldn't call it a conference either, since it's more like a dinner party thing. But either way, it just seems fake. RAC assures me that it's a good time, but I don't need to travel 3 hours in the middle of the week, dress up in blues and hob nob with a bunch of people to have a good time.
I don't know. KB is right, RAC is right, but I hate admitting that.
And it doesn't help that this is my horoscope today:
Social events may be filling your calendar faster than you can prioritize them, especially if you also consider your responsibilities at work. But it still might not be enough to prevent you from dreaming about your future as if it is filled only with glowing rainbows. Your life may be looking sweet, but avoiding difficult issues will only make things more complicated in the weeks ahead.
Quickie's are never satisfying...not that I would know. I'd love a quickie anytime...since basically the only excitement I ever get is the once a year medical checkup. Woohoo...
But that's not the point here today. This will be quick because once again I'm sitting in the hallway at my lodging anxiously typing, hoping that no one returns to their room because the door to the outside is 5 feet away. ugh.
I went to church today and got to see Ethan Allen. *sigh* What a hottie. I remember the countless choir practices of mooning over him (not mooning him...I'm not that crazy). He's so cute and what a doll. He actually remembered me. It's fun to reacquaint yourself with someone unexpectedly (sometimes). We shared the sign of peace and I could see in his eyes that it took a second but the recollection came back that he knew me. After church he came up and said, "Moe!" I said (as he was politely reminding me of his name - like I wouldn't remember him, HA!), "Ethan!" We caught up and I briefly lamented moving away. Not that I saw him all that much anymore anyway...he kind of dropped out of choir about 10 months before I got my job so I hadn't seen him much anyway. All the more reason it was awesome that he remembered me.
Then on to Target where I found Diet Coke with Splenda, on sale, which doesn't seem to exist in my world anymore. And I picked up some more Dropps. Then it was on to the insanity that is Ikea. Luckily I had already scoped out what I wanted so it was just a matter of snaking my way through to the right aisle and bin to pick up 2 chairs. I'll be getting two more on my next trip (trying to spread the wealth). The lady who was at the checkout made a funny - "hurry up and wait." I said I was used to it being in the military and all and we started chatting. I think her daughter is in the Corps but I'm not positive on that...but she is overseas and loving every minute. Fun.
Then I was bum and burrowed into my hotel and took a nap in anticipation of a later night tonight when I went to see Peer Gynt at the Guthrie.
First off, let me say, that I felt a little stupid yesterday because I couldn't for the life of me remember the story of Peer Gynt. So thankfully my theatrically intelligent friend helped me out with it and explained the Grieg side as well.
Well, this one was a version by Robert Bly and in Guthrie fashion wasn't anything like I expected. The beginning was a little improv with the audience, which my row mates weren't too thrilled with. I, of course being the wannabe actor, played along. It was fun.
Second, Mark Rylance is awesome. I love watching him act. He puts his whole heart, body and soul into his characters. I saw him a year or two ago when the Shakespeare Company came to do Measure for Measure. It was incredible.
Third, (I'm going to vent here) people need to learn theatre ettiquette and shut off their damn cell phones and iPhones! The girl to my right had shut her ringer off and had it in her bag but the phone was blinking through the last quarter of the first half and it lit up the bag. Then the woman to my left had her iPhone on DURING the second half...again it didn't ring but it did light up. And we were in the front row. HELLO!
Okay, I'm done venting. The show was great, not that I have a lot to go on with other versions, but I generally love everything about the Guthrie.
Oooo...and Cate: I saw they are bringing back Jane Eyre for another month (in March), just in case you want to go again. (Just kidding!)
Okay this is going to be quick because I'm in the hallway at my lodging place and right by the outside door so it's freakin' cold. If only they had internet in the rooms, but at least this is something, right?
Today was awesome, even though I woke up at 3:11 this morning, tossed and turned for 2 hours and finally decided to get up. Then I checked email, putzed around and finally dried the dishes and packed my bag to head on the road. It's not that I was dreading coming to the cities but waking 2 hours earlier than planned kind of sucked so it took a little bit for me to awaken.
My two-hour massage with Keith was painful, laughable, and so awesome. He does deep tissue although he's gone deeper on earlier massages. I told him my muscles were on the verge of atrophy so I just needed him to kick start them so I can really start running this week. I've been inspired from The Movie and can't wait to get back running. Tomorrow is supposed to be 39 here so I'm hoping to get outside even. YAY!
Then, I got my fix. I got to see my gay boyfriends. This was so fun. I love these guys. They make me so happy and it's always fun to see them. I helped one pick out new eyeglass frames and then we and Debbie all huddled together at Wilde Roast for some conversation and fun. *sigh* Life is good and like I said, I got my fix so now I feel normal again.
The rest of the evening was awesome, spending time with Debbie and John and just kicking back for awhile. Tomorrow: bring on Ikea! and my quest for Diet Coke with Splenda before heading to the Guthrie. It'll be great.
This will be me and Debbie this weekend. Beware Twin Cities!(My apologies to the true owner of this pic. Thank you for letting me borrow it but I can't find where my link is that brought me to this.)
This has been one of those weeks - low energy, waving emotions, low motivation, and just plain blahness. So truly *thank God for the weekend.
This weekend I get to go to the cities and get a 2-hour massage from the fabulous Keith! YAY! I can't wait. My friends at work don't understand my fascination of 2-hour massages, but then again they don't like being touched in general. :)
After a deep rubdown I get to meet up with 3 of my favorite people - Debbie and our two boy-friends. One who is joining us tomorrow is a surprise bonus but a great one. I can't wait to reconnect with my gay boyfriends and superhero friend. This will probably be the bestest part of the weekend.
The rest of my plans are up in the air, kind of. There are places I like to go to when I'm there - the Guthrie (natch), Patina, Ikea (I'm totally buying my chairs this weekend - at least 2 so I can eat at my table), Leeann Chin, and of course Chipotle.
I'm also toying with trying to get into Juut or someplace like that. Thanks for the suggestion, Cate! I really need to do something with my hair and I'd like to do it soon so I can play with it a little bit before my conference in February. A girl I work with cut her hair short again and pulls it into a ponytail for work (we have to keep it off our collars) and it looks like she's a little girl. So I need something professional, but not too short, but easy to manage and style, and if necessary easy to pull back into a bun so it's off my collar for work.
All in all, I'm really excited for this weekend. I really need to get away from here. It's been awhile since I've been back to the cities (wow, just over a month - gee Moe can't you stand being away?) and I need some culture, something not John Deere related.
Back in my younger days I had occasion to listen to country music. It didn't happen often but there was one song I always liked. Do you remember the song Daddy's Hands? Well, I would often look at my Dad's hands as I grew up. He was a carpenter and did amazing things. But in the winter when he would come home from work his fingers were yellow-white from being so cold. It scared me to see his hands like that but he always reassured me that they were fine.
I know now that he had frostbite most of the time. Tonight after coming out of the movie, which I'll talk about in a moment, I drove home (wearing gloves, mind you) and when I headed to my apartment I took off my glove and my middle and ring fingers on my right hand were that same yellow-white. They felt like ice. it sucked. But I guess instead of having Daddy's Hands I have Father's Fingers. Hahaha.
Okay...so the important thing here:
tonight I went to see Spirit of the Marathon. It was a one time showing at a theatre here in town (which surprised me since we usually never get cool stuff like this). Anyway, I went by myself and sat alone in the top row watching all the runners walk in through the door and take their seats.
First, it was pretty surreal since maybe 3 people in the theatre had popcorn, maybe another 5-10 had drinks. Everyone else was fine. One guy said, "I bet they don't sell many snacks at this event tonight." Very true. I didn't even drink my entire soda.
The other oddity was how loud it was before the movie. I've vented about movie experiences before with the chewing noises and chomping and blah blah...but this was loud in that everyone was talking to each other about previous races, upcoming races, current training, hi how are you, wanna run tomorrow, are you excited for this...yada, yada, yada.
I felt very out of place. These were true runners who all knew each other. These were the hard core people I see out on the streets even now when it's -27 wind chill on a weekday morning or running in shorts when it's 20 degrees out. This isn't me. I'm not a runner. I'm a jogger and I wondered if I really belonged here.
Then a group showed up with a lot of people and I graciously gave up my prize seat (direct, middle, back/upper row) so they could all sit together and I ended up sitting next to...(figures)...a Boston Qualifier.
Shit. Fcuk. I don't belong here. She was polite and asked if I was a runner and I said I'm new to the sport and ran my first marathon last year but didn't finish well so I need to run it again. She asked which one (of course) and when I said TC she understood. She did help ease my tension by telling me that most everyone she has talked to finished about 50 minutes or so slower than their normal pace. And that would be about accurate for what my goal and plan was, and I think same for E and JB. So that was nice. Of course then she started talking to her friend and revealed she was a qualifier. I felt very fat and sluggish at that moment.
But the movie...OMG the movie - if you've never ran or if you've ran thousands of races, this is such an inspiring movie. It was so great to follow elite runners as well as novices as they prepped for Chicago. Deena Kastor won that year (I think this was 2006) and following her story was amazing. If only I had that kind of time (and a massage therapist as a husband) to help me through. I could kick ass at any race. One favorite moment at the end a tag line came up and said that in the time it took to watch the movie the elite runners would be at mile 20 in a marathon. Great...
So now I'm realizing I really need to get going for Brookings. That's coming up way too soon but this was good for me to see to get me motivated. I figure I'll go to this in March to keep me motivated.
And thank God for my iPod shuffle since it's looking like I won't have a running buddy this year with deployments and schedules and God knows what else. So I'm completely on my own. But isn't that really what happens in a race [life] anyway? Might as well train for it.
Tonight's Genesis class was fun. Of course, I was the youngest person there by at least 15 years (to one person) and probably at least 30 to everyone else. Oh well.
Tonight we talked about Cain and Abel. Somehow we got onto predestination, which just started to annoy me so when we finally got back on task I asked, "Who was Cain really mad at?" I thought it was a simple question with a simple answer but that took 20 minutes for them to discuss. But it did give me time to do some more thinking about a thought that I didn't dare bring up for fear of being thrown out by the Q-tips.
Let's start with the facts we have:
- Abel was in high regard with God for his offering of the firstlings of his flock.
- Cain was not in high regard and was angry.
- God told Cain to suck it up, because if Cain would do well then he would be accepted
- Cain plays his own version of Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon and kills Abel.
- Blood is sacred to God for it is life.
So my question is this: If Cain wanted to do well to be held in "high regard with God", and Abel was the epitome of "high regard with God" for his offering of a sacrifice of a lamb, could Cain be trying to win favor with God by offering Abel (the favored) as his own sacrifice/offering to God?
Then the group got on to the whole Land of Nod (Wandering) thing and where did these women come from that Cain 'knew'? I never understand why this is a question. Creation wasn't just the Garden of Eden - God created everything, but within that creation set aside one place that was pure with pure individuals who were holy. That didn't mean God stopped creating everywhere else, or that the garden encompassed the whole world.
Anyway...we finally moved on to chapter 6 (basically skipping the genealogy in 5 but I think I'll be bringing us back there next week, just for fun) but we ran out of time so we couldn't dive into Noah and the ark.
I'm liking this. It's fun to be back in an "academic" setting. I probably shouldn't put that in quotes since everywhere is an academic setting, right? You bet. Maybe I need to start reading my OT books again (if I can find them in my storage) and I could lead the class instead of Ole. Or we could team teach. ... yeah, right.
Okay internet pals, I need someone to take claim on this: who is sending me Entertainment Weekly?
Today I received the 2nd issue and I haven't ordered this since I lived in my college town so I'm confused why I'm getting it. Did someone gift it to me? Please fess up so I can thank you properly!
What a day - it was insanely busy at work today. I would love to vent about some of the issues but I can't so I won't. Basically having 4 days off is nice, but coming back to a whirlwind of tasks was a bit much.
So tonight I'm going to venture back to my roots, all of our roots actually. The church I frequent is having an adult ed class tonight on the Themes in Genesis and tonight is 4-11 (chapters, not hours or verses). I must have missed 1-3 but that's just the creation story so that's no fun anyway. :)
What is really fun is the fact I'll be back in a class with Ole who encouraged me to go to Seminary for years before I gave in, and I haven't delved into my OT background since, well, I graduated. Wow, it's been almost 4 years now, so maybe it's time. Should be fun!
I haven't slept well the last few days. I've been trying to get my sleep schedule back on track which always gets off with long weekends but it hasn't been working. I got maybe 5 hours last night, waking up at 4:30 this morning - wide awake and no way I'll be able to get some sleep. This is more than interesting since I've been going to bed around 10 or 11 and not getting up til 8. Oh well...at least I shouldn't be late for work today.
I've been taking my time getting ready this morning. I could have gone to Dunn Bros, I guess, and had a Chai but I'm not really in the mood this morning (figures, the mornings I want it I don't have time, and days like today when I have oodles of time I don't want it). And then to add to my lack of sleep, I accidentally got lens cleaner in my right eye this morning so contacts are not an option today. My eye is red and painful. I tried to rinse it out with water (according to the directions) but that just made it burn more. So I'm just trying to generate some tears to rinse it out naturally.
What a great way to start the day, huh?
Then I logged on and hit Stumble.
THIS was the page that opened. Thank you, Internet. I needed that.
If you click here you can go to the main page. This is actually a cool movement that's been going on for awhile. I had forgotten about it but had first read about it at Andrea's page here and here. Pretty cool.
And remember, you are too.
Boy, Kermit was right.
It's been awhile since I've been on my soapbox about Envirosax bags and such. Wait! Come back! I'm not going to talk about that today.
Today I'm going to make a plug for better laundry. I have a Johnny Dangerously quote in my head but I'll let that go for now. Back to laundry.
I do a lot of laundry. I have basically three sets of clothes I wear most days of the week: uniform, workout clothes, and generally fun clothes to wear. So laundry is a hefty chore. For a long time I was using Woolite, because I wear a lot of black and dark clothes so I want to keep them dark.
Well, my budget isn't cut out for that, plus the plastic bottles all the time started to weigh heavily on my brain. A few months ago I found these: Dropps.
These are great. You drop one in with your laundry and wash as normal. There is very little waste because the plastic the liquid is in dissolves in the wash. They are enzyme-free and gentler on clothes and I love that you don't have to measure anything. Plus they travel well.
The bad thing is, they aren't available everywhere. I bought mine on my last visit to the Cities but I had just purchased Arm&Hammer detergent because I was out so I haven't used them as much as I would like. You can buy them online here (and get a mail-in rebate!) if you don't live in a Dropps area.
Seriously, this is as exciting to me as the Envirosax bags. I suck at saving the environment but at least I can try to do a little.
OH! And did I mention you probably won't need fabric softener or dryer sheets either? And they are safe for kids clothes? And they work really well in cold water which is also better for the environment? Suh-weet. Bonus.
I hate treadmills. I think I've mentioned this before. They don't take you anywhere and the gym where I work out is infested by men who like to watch the outdoor channel where supposed hunting experts dissect a recent kill and talk about how great it was completed even if it was essentially torture to the poor buck in the process. (Have I told this story?) (And I'm not against hunting, just the glorification of it on this particular story.)
Anyway, I am in desperate need of training for the May marathon I signed up to run. I needed a goal and so I stupidly signed up and then Mother Nature decided that last winter was too warm for us to enjoy and decided to throw some serious cold our way (and I hate running outside in the cold even more than the treadmill).
I decided I needed to do something about it. I have been wanting an iPod shuffle since before they were even released. But paying $80 for a tiny music player always seemed a little off for my finances. Well, in searching I found that Apple offers refurbished iPod's (varying types) for a cheaper rate. $50 vs. $80. Yeah, I can do that. So I ordered one just like the one up above and I got it today.
Songs loaded: 14
I have some work to do on that, huh? It'll be primarily used for running so I need some upbeat stuff so I'll have to sort through my music first. I can't wait!
So I've been watching TLCs special Miss America: Reality Check. They are trying to bring Miss America into the 21st century, is what they are saying.
What kills me about this show is that there are celebrity guest judges who are, to me, close-minded. There's the Army girl on there who isn't into fashion or makeup so they tell her to do more. So she does more and they get pissed because they think she's making fun of it. They gave the all the girls an opportunity to have hair and makeup makeovers by big name people. One girl politely declined to have her hair cut and the judges got all pissed because they "flew in expert advice and she denied it". But because she still took some of the advice on her own and took excellent pictures they were okay with it.
So makes me a little annoyed is they are trying to bring girls into the 21st century but it's their ideal of what the 21st century woman would be. To me that means a strong, confident, leader who stands up for what she believes in and is herself. To me that's these two girls - the Army girl who has fun and is strong and confident in herself despite the lack of makeup and fashion sense; the woman who stood strong in what she believed herself to be and thereby denied 'expert' makeup and fashion sense because she was okay with who she is.
I will say I was happy that they did encourage the girls to drop the 40-year-old look as Miss America and brought it down to who women are at that age.
But what the hell do I know. I relate pretty well to the Army girl - I don't know shit about hair and make-up other than it needs to be off the collar and conservative. Maybe a makeover would do me some good.
You don't need to do anything out of the ordinary today except believe in yourself, no matter what you face on the road ahead. This is not a guarantee of success; it's merely your ticket of entry. Your journey this year will teach you how to be more practical than ever before. Self-confidence is a good start, but you'll still have to apply yourself to succeed.
Like I told Karen, I'm much more productive on Sundays for some reason. I'm not sure why, but when I can get my ass out of bed and get going in the morning I do really well.
Today I did 3 loads of laundry, swept and vacuumed the apartment, cleaned up a lot of crap (i.e. moved it to my storage area), did a little dusting, hung 4 posters (I'm waiting on one more and then I'll post my accomplishments with those), and made cookies.
*sigh* I'm feeling good. I really like when I can get things done. Hopefully tomorrow will go as well.
For now, I need some help. I have long hair which I've talked about once before. Well, I know it's partially the current weather, but my hair is really, really dry. Any tips?
And I'm kind of sick of the length. I also know I should post pictures but I can't bear to take pictures just yet. I'm thinking of sending them to Whoorl for Hair Thursdays but I'm not sure I can wait that long.
Does anyone have any suggestions? My hair is super straight, past my shoulders and most days I have it either in a make-shift bun or pulled back braided so it stays out of my face. I've thought about bangs but they can't be too long or too short (since I'll look like an idiot then).
If I feel up to it maybe I'll take a pic tomorrow...no promises though.
I had all these big plans for today. I was going to get up early, go to Dunn Bros and study til 2 or 3, then go grocery shopping and run a couple errands since I was already out. Tonight I was going to make my chicken/spaghetti thing I made the other night with Tre and study some more. I wanted to go to bed early and try to set my inner sleep clock back.
Well, I did get up at 8, and I did go down to the apartment office to pick up a package that had been left there for me the other day. But after that, well...I didn't do much of anything. I suck.
I did finish watching all of Six Feet Under (K&E it'll be in the mail Tuesday for you). Man, I love that show. I'm so glad I bought the series. Besides the cute box with the fake grass on top, it's just so incredible. I can't even describe it.
But that pretty much killed me emotionally so now I'm watching/listening to Hairspray. And I did start my PIF #2.
So tomorrow I HAVE to get some things accomplished. Not only do I have to have to study, but I really need to do laundry. I'm left with only my icky underwear in my drawer. And my kitchen is a mess, which sucks because I was in the mood to make cookies tonight (especially after Ruth had made them for Anthony and Durrell in SFU) but it was such a mess and I was an emotional mess so I couldn't even muster the energy to clean it up so I could bake cookies.
Wish me luck!
Because, when I got home today (and looked at me now and man, I look old and really tired) I decided I'd need a pick me up and so I'd eat at my table. I mean, the t-shirt contest ends tonight (did you sign up yet?) and so I cleaned off the table, made up a yummy meal and sat down to one of the saddest sights ever: one plate, one fork, one glass. (and yes, I know my table and chairs don't match...I'm staining this weekend, I think.)
