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It's a short jaunt from "stylishly wavy" to "freakshow frizzout"

on September 30, 2010 - 2:27pm

Over the years, I've become completely dependent on a very specific salon hair product that is chemically balanced just perfectly for my fine, curly hair. In fact, it's worked so well that I dared to shorten the length into a stylized bob with just the right amount of wave.
Recently, I've decided to grow my hair out for one last time. And more recently, that hair-care line on which I stake my fashion-ability was completely redesigned. The new line does not have the one product that was my Godsend, my saving grace from frizz, my curl-enhancing, lightly fruity scented must-have.

The timing could not be more disastrous. My hair has reached that awkward length.....just past chin, not quite to shoulder. Oh the horror of the pending doom.

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Drive, she said

on September 28, 2010 - 7:16pm

Driving through sheets of rain....it's really sort of terrifying and yet exhilarating all at the same time. I mean, isn't it a bit scary not being able to see the car in front of you? Or slightly disconcerting to have no idea where the deep, hydroplane inducing water might be on the road before you?

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Scars

on September 9, 2010 - 6:44am

(This is going to be painfully lengthy. You may want to just skip on to someone else's post!! Consider yourself warned.)

At 4 AM, my cat FiFi Fancypants (AKA FiFyFoFum), was in hot pursuit of a fly. In the hunt, Fi managed to slam a door shut, and that woke me up. For the life of me, I could not get back to sleep. I tossed. I turned. I flipped a pillow this way and that. I had a cramp in my foot. I had an itch on my arm.

In my overzealous scratching, I suddenly remembered that I had a small cut there and was now in need of a band-aid. So, after attaching the sticky strip of elastic to my arm by the soft glow of the bathroom nightlight, I shuffled back to bed. And at 4:30 AM when sleep evaded me, my mind wandered.

I thought about that tiny little cut. I have no idea how I got it. That's pretty common for me. I'm always getting minor injuries. I'm not a cutter or an abuse victim. I'm just a klutz with a high pain tolerance. Thus, when an injury occurs, I don't always notice. So if a bruise surfaces a few days later and someone asks, with great concern, "What did you do to yourself?", I just shrug and admit, "I really don't know."

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Taking Groban Lessons?

on September 8, 2010 - 7:59am

The album cometh, and as dates are becoming real and songs are getting announced, I couldn't help but laugh as I was reminded of the journey from the fan point of view....all of the waiting and watching and elation over every tidbit of information.

I watch "The Daily Show" regularly.
Last night, at the end of the show, Mr. Stewart went on a bit of a ramble that made me think he took lessons from Mr. Groban on how to build anticipation for a project while divulging the smallest amount of information possible.

Here's a transcript of Jon Stewart's words, captured at the end of the "Daily Show", September 7, 2010:

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Not really quiet

on September 2, 2010 - 6:27am

I've not had much time to write these days, but mostly because I haven't had much time for profound thought.

The past two weeks have been insane with school starting, several exorcisms for my automobile (mechanics need to learn to listen to me), and a plethora of work explosions. That all sounds relatively mundane, but somehow, when I picture the last couple of weeks, all I can see is me, on a tightrope very high off the ground and for some inexplicable reason I'm dressed like June Cleaver (pearls and heels included) and perched upon one hand there is a tray of steaming homemade cookies. That June Cleaver look demands a certain level of elegance which seems impossible to obtain upon a high wire.

That's me. Trying to do the impossible. Trying to remain balanced and pretending that I look elegant while doing it. Dear God, I hope there's a net!

So now, one of my colleagues has returned from vacation but TWO others are disappearing. Thus I am still 'filling in' and trying to do my own job and be a mom and apparently baking is required?

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