how rude!

Forgot to mention in today's random post in which i do not speak of pee or poo..., before I went to New Orleans for the Ace show I HAD to get a hair cut... it had been over six months and was getting gross-long.

Like Ashley, I'm very attached to my long hair and I really hate getting it cut. But... I hate spending money getting my hair cut even more... probably because it's so simple even my tipsy mom in Cabo a monkey could do it...

So the day before we left for the show I went to Great Clips on my lunch break. Classy, I know... I sit down and tell her I want only the ends trimmed. I always say this so that when they cut 2" I don't freak out, because you know when you say 2" it ends up being 5"... maybe it's a language issue? I don't know, but it's frickin' annoying.

Anywhoodles, no sooner do I sit down then the asian lady about to butcher my hair goes:

"OOOhhh, you have white HEH" (I'm pretty sure she was trying to say I have GRAY HAIRS... but "gray" must be a tough word to say?)

"Really b*tch? I wasn't aware."

No, I didn't say that... I said... "NO TIP FOW YOU"

That's a lie. Didn't say that either... really wanted to though... Seriously, who does that!

In the words of Stephanie Tanner, "HOW RUDE!"

Speaking of rude, did anyone watch Grey's Anatomy last night? You know, the episode in which Alex Karev's brother comes into town and needs his umbilical hernia repaired? Well I have an umbilical hernia. A couple years ago I felt something rip playing softball... and yeah, it wasn't fun. It is not and never has been as bad as this:

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In fact, it's barely noticable... See it in the picture below?

However, they never go away on their own and it's possible it will just get worse.

Basically, I eventually have to have surgery on it. I'm no stranger to surgery - I'm at 5 and counting - but I am really not looking forward to this one because (1) I can't find a doctor who will agree to do it laproscopically, in other words I will have a big ol' scar on my tummy, and (2) it means no physical activity for a month. Anyway, so I'm in procrastination mode on that one.

But how did this come up? Oh yes, I was speaking of rude.

So my grandpa (you know, the one from TMI Thursday the other week?) is a retired doctor. I asked him what caused the hernia and if there was anything I could do to make it go away.

He told me... well it's probably because you're fat and it might go away if you lose weight.

Pmmf... Whatever he's senile and almost deaf, and now I'm thinking he may be going blind too :-)

But seriously, thanks Grandpa! I know you were never the King of Kindness or anything, but truly, your medical advice is very much appreciated. I'll get right on that...

does anyone read friday posts??

...because my thought is whenever I hit "publish" on a Friday, approximately three people will read it, including my mom. I forgive you, though, if this gets the "Mark as Read" - just sayin...

Anywayyy, I am NOT a morning person. Especially when I find gray hairs. Like this morning. TWO.

Tweezers please!!!

Do you ever run into people in the morning who are all chipper and perky and just feel annoyed?? Well I do, pretty much anytime I encounter one of these so-called "morning peeople" until 11:30am or so...

For example, this morning - after finding said gray hairs - Bondi and I are headed to the car when Miss Apartment Manager (M.A.M) uber-excitedly intercepts us in the foyer. Seriously, she must have had about 12 cups of coffee with happy pills.

M.A.M.: OOoohh, it's KLONDIKE!!!  His coat is soooooo gorgeous!!
Actually his name is Bondi. Whatever.
ME: Grumble.grumble.
M.A.M.: What do you feed him to make him so shiiiiiineeeyyy????
BTDub, at this point she is squealing. And ba-geezus, do you really want me to go into this??
ME: Dog food.

Actually, that's a lie. I just WANTED to say dog food. I actually mumbled a quick response and walked out the door mid-sentence calling "Have a nice day!" as an afterthought. **PHEW**

Anywayyy, it is Friday night and I am at home with Shiraz (yup, that's code for Yellow Tail :-) doing this while Mr. Joe is having "boy time". He just texted me to say he's coming home and I said 'Don't worry about it, I'm blogging' and you know what my silly Blackberry Bold on T-Mobile did?? It CHANGED "blogging" to "logging". The nerve!!!

Seriously? What decade are we in? Do people really use the gerund (oh, yes i did say gerund!) "logging" more than "blogging"? Why thank you, Blackberry, you're so much smarter than me!!!

*WTF* How is "blogging" not in the dictionary of a mobile phone in 2010? C'mon Blackberrry/T-Mobile. Get it together. Be professional.

PS: There are a shit-ton of other words the BB always changes on me while texting, but they're escaping me right meow. Must be el vino :-) Does this happen to you?

another year older

I apologize for the major blogging hiatus, but I have been seriously busy!

Last Thursday there was Thanksgiving with family and friends, and then on Friday Joe and I rushed off (quite literally, I got a $175 speeding ticket on the way-boo!) to spend an amazing weekend with his family in Coeur d'Alene, Idaho. (Pictures to come!)

No sooner had I unpacked from Idaho (okay - who am I kidding? I still haven't really done that yet!) then I had to leave bright and early Monday morning for Kansas City for a tradeshow for work. I got home late Wednesday night and spent the evening catching up on blogs...
...and yesterday was my 26^th Birthday!!!


The day started as any other day. I didn't feel any older... that is, until I noticed four little gray hairs on my head!! Fabulous. Where are the tweezers??? Yup, I plucked 'em out. I realize I can't go on doing this forever, but I have never dyed my hair before, and I would really NOT like to start now.

When I got home from work, Joe had a few lovely presents waiting for me. It was quite clear he had wrapped them himself :-) The wrapping gets an "A" for effort.

Side note: I always feel so awkward opening presents - is this just me?

Anyway, Joe got me this amazing Helly Hansen Baxter Bomber Hat:

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alternate view. HOT BOY.

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What a sweet boyfriend... to replace my favorite "Idaho Hat" I traded for a veggie dog... remember?

I have to say, this new one is much nicer than my $4.95 Value Village steal!

I also got some sexy Victoria's Secret shtuff... but umm, no pics for ya! I'm thinking I'm going to be getting Joe some sexy Victoria's Secret stuff for his birthday... since that makes more sense to me ;-) JK... sorta.

After presents time, we were off to The Pink Door, a cozy gem in Pike Place Market's Post Alley. We had 8:30 reservations, but weren't worried when we arrived around 8:40, since there were still at least three open tables in this quaint dining room:

 

The annoying hostess - she was actually annoying to me before she even spoke (I feel this way sometimes) - tried to seat us in the loud and crowded lounge, where we wouldn't have been able to have any semblance of conversation. We asked why we couldn't sit in the dining area and annoying hostess said they had only 2 servers with 8 tables each (never mind there fact there's no way there are 16 tables in the tiny dining area).

Say whaaat?? This is a 4* restaurant. Maybe you should hire another server?? Then annoying hostess told us if we had been there at 8:30 she could have seated us in the dining area, but because we were late we'd have to sit in the lounge. My "you're a dumb ass" alert went off... because I'm pretty sure if we had gotten there ten minutes earlier, we'd still be having dinner with one of the servers that apparently was too busy for another table at 8:40. Whatever.

Joe is such a problem solver, though. He suggested we get a glass of wine across the street and come back at 9:15 when some of the tables had cleared out. Annoying hostess said, fine.. great.

Except... when we came back at 9:15, annoying hostess said in such a non-sincere apologetic voice "Sorryyyy... our dining room is closed. We're doing renovations tonight so you'll have to eat in the lounge." WTF. No thanks.

So we left and went to one of our favorite local spots, Cutters Bay House:

 

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We had lovely food, drinks and conversation. Then we went home and watched Private Practice (one of my favs!) and that was that.

Now I'm 26. With gray hairs.