Ugh!

Besides the fact that I’m having one of those “frustrating” days/weeks for reasons I won’t go into (because I’ll get more frustrated), my attempts at a cheap…because that’s all I can afford…80’s Party Costume have not been successful. The skirt I bought one size larger than I normally wear at Goodwill because I didn’t want to try it on turned out to be two sizes smaller. Ugh! Back to the drawing board. I just emailed a friend and told her I was going to make my hair stand on end, spray paint it a neon color, go naked, and be a Troll Doll. It might come to that!

Very Funny

My co-worker/friend Sarah sent this picture to me.

They are "ear cuffs" designed to protect you from burning your ears when curling your hair. Sadly I am infamous for burning myself with with heat styling tools (and sadly, not just in the head region). And the fact that I have no feeling on the upper tips of my ears made burning the tops of my ears a common occurrence. So sad I didn't think of it first.

De-li-laaah

I won’t even beat around the bush. I CANNOT STAND Delilah (you know, the radio show host). Her voice bugs me. Her “oh-so-thoughtful” act (that I don’t buy) bugs me. Her “life is a bowl of cherries” attitude bugs me…it doesn’t feel genuine. And normally her advice/relationship counseling bugs me. If I have the option and I will turn the radio station as soon as I hear her voice. But last night for some strange reason, I didn’t change the station. Maybe because I had a feeling the caller who was requesting a song for her and her fiancée had one of those stories that makes you think “oh brother, where do they find these people.” Whatever the reason…I didn’t change the station.

The caller asked Delilah to pick a song to play for her and her fiancée (remember, she gave Delilah permission to pick the song). The woman went on and on about how great her fiancée was. How he took such great care of her and her kids. In true Delilah fashion, she probed for more information. The caller had two kids. The caller and her fiancée had been together for 4 months and were getting married Mother’s Day of next year. The caller’s youngest child was 4 ½ months old.

Delilah expressed her concerns (I don’t think the girl quite had a counseling session in mind when she called…she just wanted to dedicate a song to her honey for the world to hear). Delilah was already telling the girl to take it slow. To not be so quick to jump in to a relationship. That getting engaged so quickly was a risky thing to do, especially when she was already so young with two children from other relationships. Delilah was justifiably concerned that maybe this girl only THOUGHT she found her knight in shining armor. And when she found out that she and this guy has only been together 4 months and she had a 4 ½ month old child, she flat out told her “so you jumped from one relationship into another”. Can’t believe I’m saying this, but GO DELILAH! She wrapped up her phone call by advising the girl to take it slow and not rush into anything.

And the song that Delilah played for this girl and her fiancée…“You Can’t Hurry Love” by Diana Ross.

LOVE IT!!!!

Long Overdue

Here is the latest in the list of "home improvements"...the upstairs bathroom (a.k.a. the roommate bathroom). I should have posted these almost two weeks ago, but Facebook was as far as they got.

The yellow turned out a little brighter than I intended, but I think with other color accents it might be fine. It actually looks lighter in the pictures than it does in person. Right now I have a roommate again, so it's staying as is, but I MIGHT eventually try painting it a lighter shade of yellow...we'll see.

People of Walmart

Be forewarned that some of the commentary (and a few pictures) are not quite PG, but so VERY funny! Check out the People of Wal-Mart.

I don’t know if any of you saw David Letterman’s show last night, or like me, saw this clip this morning, but am I the only one who is seriously disturbed by the fact that the audience was laughing? I mean, I got the feeling he was being about as serious as a comedian (who naturally have a tendency to use humor as a defense mechanism) could be. The situation is sad/humiliating/wrong and by no means a laughing matter. He’s married, he has a child, and he just admitted to some very inappropriate behavior. What is wrong with people?

Paging Dr. Freud

I’ve been to busy to post this earlier, but days later I’m still thinking about this dream.

The other night, I dreamed I went to the Wal-Mart Market and when I got there, all I saw were gray cinder block walls and empty boxes. I asked where the groceries were and the lady asked me if I was single or married. What did that have to do with anything? She said there were two different parts to the grocery store and I had to shop in the appropriate area. Well this made mad. I was shopping for groceries and for something I needed for a baby shower and I didn’t see why I should only be allowed to shop on the “single” side. The lady called the manager. The manager and I really got into it. The manager tried to kick me out. I ran and found myself in the single side, but was desperately trying to sneak into the married side so I could get the stuff I needed that the single side didn’t carry. There was a lot of hiding behind stuff and covertly maneuvering myself through the grocery store without being discovered by the manager (who was still searching for me.) I woke up before I finished my shopping trip.

Analyze THAT Dr. Freud!!!