You know that sad feeling that you get when you know it's finally time to wash your hair after you've been to the salon recently? It's all perfectly-styled with shampoos and serums that I can't afford, and as soon as the water touches it will never look the same. You think you can push it one more day but it's starting to smell like damp hay?
Post by margotmacomber on Jul 30, 2012 16:34:07 GMT -5
DD is still in her pajamas. DH took my car to work today because he had a vasectomy on Friday and can't climb up into his ridiculously lifted Suburban. So we have been lounging all day watching tv.
DH isn't telling anyone in his family that he had a vasectomy. He doesn't want his mom to know, ever. I think that is kind of weird but it's his lyfe.
I had an allergic reaction to something last night which made my upper lip swell up like a Real Housewive with botched botox. I used that as an excuse to work from home, and am now sitting at Panera waiting until its time to meet my cousin at a french creperie for dinner. I'm ok with today!
Also, I went to the doc about said lip swelling. The doctor looked like Humpty Dumpty and had a weird voice. He perscribed me steroids and an epi-pen "because what's wrong with a little overkill"
I honestly doubt I will fill the scripts, as the lip is finally calming down...
Related, I need a trim and highlight badly, but I can only afford a foil twice a year for my ridiculous quantity and length of hair and it's not time yet. Nest poor problems?
I just wish I had cut my hair into a better shape a few months ago. I cut my top layers too short so they kind of poof out. I'm waiting till it all grows out longer and I can re cut into one length. I'm just glad the perm is out. I missed semi-straight hair.
My random is that I attempted to cut my DD's bangs this weekend. She now has a quasi-mullet thanks to her being squirmy and me being nervous with scissors near her face. Good thing she got her quick-growing hair from me.
Also...almost every time I get my hair cut (which seems to be annually), I take a photo of myself in the mirror, and that then becomes my Facebook profile photo for the next year.
We are planning a trip to London and Paris next year and I have no idea where to start. DH wants to travel with a tour group and I would like to try it on our own. He doesn't want to drive (and I really don't blame him) but you can get around without driving. I am afraid if we go with the tour group we will be stuck with a bunch of seniors. Nothing against them but I like to move at my own pace and not somebody else. I am back on my Fitness Pal. I swear I am sticking to it this time.
This is an extension of my afternoon flameful. I am in panic mode over what T is going to wear to this wedding. I don't want to be. I don't like getting worked up all of the time. I also don't want to spend an arm and a leg on something he will only wear once.
I am going to go upstairs and get this dress clothes and find something. If it does not work, I am going to order something online, and not care if it doesn't match.
Now I just need to figure out what to do with 3 yards of lemon yellow fabric that my grandma has to make his shirt.
I had an allergic reaction to something last night which made my upper lip swell up like a Real Housewive with botched botox. I used that as an excuse to work from home, and am now sitting at Panera waiting until its time to meet my cousin at a french creperie for dinner. I'm ok with today! .
This happened to me half a dozen times in college and no one could ever figure out why.
Mine is that my FIL told me in all seriousness this weekend that he thinks my house - and specifically a wooden desk chair - is haunted by his mother. My BFF, who has always hated that chair, agreed.
We have a friend renting our condo back in Chicago. It's about to turn into an ugly situation(she's not paying) and it's giving me horrible anxiety.
Crap - I am sorry. Like -- wth is she thinking?
My random is that I planted giant zinnias in my veggie garden and put them in a vase. I love it.
My confession is that I quit my job and this is the first time I haven't had a job since I was 15 yrs old. And I don't seem to feel excited about anything possible opportunity. It's a mid-life-job-crisis in a shitty economy.
I posted on the nest a year or two ago about how one of my grandmother's friends was taking advantage of her financially.
I've spent the last two days at my father's house cleaning out my grandmothers rooms. I came across a ledger for the "loans" to this woman. Over the course of 3 years, she Gave her $230,000. The woman never paid back a single cent. I knew it was bad, but not this bad.
I'm afraid this bitch will show up at the wake on Thursday and I will tear her fucking throat out with my bare hands.
Post by cheesierthanchedda on Jul 30, 2012 18:53:49 GMT -5
I have an acquaintance who thinks we are a LOT closer than we are. And she is full of drama all the time. I have no patience for that crap. But I feel bad because it's obvious that she doesn't have a lot of friends and she just wants to hang out with other girls.
I suppose these could be any combo of random/flameful/confession.
We're having frozen pizza and french fries for dinner, even though I just went grocery shopping today.
H and I had a good talk last night and got some things resolved. It felt really, really good. There had been some tension the past few weeks and now I feel like we can finally move ahead.
DD is going to miss a full week of kindergarten when we take our vacation. I feel kind of guilty making her miss that much of her very first year in school, especially early in the year when things are just getting started. But, I'm not feeling guilty enough to change our plans. My mom and stepdad are going to be there at the same time (same property, different unit) to help out so I'm taking advantage.
DS will be missing preschool, but it seems less important than DD missing K.
Post by montereybride on Jul 30, 2012 19:00:37 GMT -5
I'm currently not speaking to mother nature. She's a skanky whore and I hate her.
I started spotting on Saturday, a full three days early.
And then NOTHING!!
Well, except for the general bitchiness and bloating.
Today though? Today wins. As if the bitchiness, bloating, and cramping - WITH NO SIGNS OF BLEEDING - aren't enough, my lower back hurts enough that I came home, poured a drink, downed a Vic, and am crying under a heating pad.
I did, however, have some lovely leftover Chinese food. Although, when I spoke to H about devouring the remaining portions and leaving him to fend for himself this evening, he paused. But only long enough for me to remind him that I'm hormonally homicidal and no jury would convict me.
Last night I slipped on some water or something that was on my kitchen floor and landed face first. I was carrying my snack and tzazitki and kabobs flew out of my hands when I hit the floor and landed in the other room on the carpet. I landed on my elbow or something because today it has a giant bruise and hurts like hell. To make everything a million times worse, I was naked when all of this went down too. Just this big, hungry, naked body sprawled out on the kitchen floor near tears because the last of the tzazitki was smeared across the living room floor.
We are planning a trip to London and Paris next year and I have no idea where to start. DH wants to travel with a tour group and I would like to try it on our own. He doesn't want to drive (and I really don't blame him) but you can get around without driving. I am afraid if we go with the tour group we will be stuck with a bunch of seniors. Nothing against them but I like to move at my own pace and not somebody else. I am back on my Fitness Pal. I swear I am sticking to it this time.
Don't do a guided tour. London and Paris are both easy to get around, they both have awesome public transportation.
I'm seven months into growing my hair out (I had a pixie cut for over three years) and I am over it. It just looks bad all the time but it's too short to put up and I think I'm just going to have to deal with looking dumb for another few months.
Last night I slipped on some water or something that was on my kitchen floor and landed face first. I was carrying my snack and tzazitki and kabobs flew out of my hands when I hit the floor and landed in the other room on the carpet. I landed on my elbow or something because today it has a giant bruise and hurts like hell. To make everything a million times worse, I was naked when all of this went down too. Just this big, hungry, naked body sprawled out on the kitchen floor near tears because the last of the tzazitki was smeared across the living room floor.
I'm sorry.
I'm also sorry that I'm laughing hysterically at this mental image.
Don't do a guided tour. London and Paris are both easy to get around, they both have awesome public transportation.
I'm seven months into growing my hair out (I had a pixie cut for over three years) and I am over it. It just looks bad all the time but it's too short to put up and I think I'm just going to have to deal with looking dumb for another few months.
Why are you growing it out??? You look so cute in a pixie cut! I only say that because I WISH I looked that good with short hair.
I was just tired of having short hair. I miss having a ponytail. My H has never even seen my with hair so let's hope he still likes me when this is all said and done.
I posted on the nest a year or two ago about how one of my grandmother's friends was taking advantage of her financially.
I've spent the last two days at my father's house cleaning out my grandmothers rooms. I came across a ledger for the "loans" to this woman. Over the course of 3 years, she Gave her $230,000. The woman never paid back a single cent. I knew it was bad, but not this bad.
I'm afraid this bitch will show up at the wake on Thursday and I will tear her fucking throat out with my bare hands.
OMG, this is insane. Is there anything that can be done to recover some of this money?
Last night I slipped on some water or something that was on my kitchen floor and landed face first. I was carrying my snack and tzazitki and kabobs flew out of my hands when I hit the floor and landed in the other room on the carpet. I landed on my elbow or something because today it has a giant bruise and hurts like hell. To make everything a million times worse, I was naked when all of this went down too. Just this big, hungry, naked body sprawled out on the kitchen floor near tears because the last of the tzazitki was smeared across the living room floor.
This is really fantastic. It's also making me want falafel.