Wednesday, April 20, 2005

Attention Freaky Linky Lovers

Just a quick note...I have gotten several requests to be added to my blog roll. I haven't forgotten about you all, and it should be updated in the next couple of days...

That is all.

Rock it like a Porn Star

This post is about something near and dear to me. It has always been there for me when I was feeling down, when I was feeling not quite good enough.

My hair.

You see, I have always had good hair. Well, at the risk of sounding arrogant, good doesn't quite cut it. I have great hair.

It is thick, with a natural wave, which means I can have straight or curly hair without harsh styling products, which equals no split ends.

I'm very anal about my hair. I get it cut every 4 weeks so that I do not get the aforementioned split ends. I also get highlights added so that it doesn't look ho blonde. To add more good to the already great, my hair grows like a freakin' weed, sometimes up to two inches a month.

I was voted best hair my senior year for my Julia Robert's Pretty Woman hair. I had the Brenda, the Rachel, Pamela Anderson hair, and hair that looked like Brittany's when she was all wrapped up in that snake and shocked the shit out of everyone. All without extensions or a horrible amount of work. I have some good hair, oh yes I do.

Since it grows so fast I can change up my style often and not really care. Right now my hair is kind of Nicole Ritchie-esk I suppose, a couple of inches down my back, layered, and fluffy.

Where is all of this going you may ask? Let me tell ya...

So I was eating lunch with the union boys at work the other day, and this young'in came up and asked if he could talk to me a minute. I'd guestamate him at about 22 years old? After much nervousness he asked me out. Awww, it was so cute.

Not wanting to tear down his self esteem, I kindly told him I never date people from work. The guys all gave me a ribbing about it. I told them I didn't understand why only these young guys keep asking me out.

So one asshole, and I do mean asshole, said, "Well, you do look really young yourself. Maybe you could get a more age appropriate style for your hair and people wouldn't think you are still in your 20's."

Age appropriate? WTF?? "I mean, you're going to be 35 this year, right?" he continued.

I'm 34, thank you very much.

Now I know a big reason why he said this is because he wanted to get under my skin (which unfortunately worked), because he is that kind of person.

But it also got me thinking...

I always swore I would never be one of those women stuck in a decade or one that tried to look way younger then they really are. I don't wear belly shirts even though I could get away with it. I don't wear little catholic girl outfits unless it is St. Patrick's Day.

Am I getting caught up in the I'm gonna look young no matter how ridiculous it looks merry-go-round? Maybe this is the first step in the downward spiral that is wearing mini skirts after 60.

Naw...I'm gonna rock my hair like a porn star until my face catches up with my age...

What is age appropriate for the early (ok, ok, almost mid) 30's? Short? June Cleaver? I nice boring bob?

Fuck that...

Tuesday, April 12, 2005

Damn Distractions....

So it's been like really nice here. Like really, really nice. This weekend it was upwards into the high 70's....

My favorite thing in the world is about to bloom. My Bradford Pear tree. It only happens for a little bit, and I cherish every second it is in bloom because of it's beauty.

I remember a couple of years ago when I decided I was going to finally finish my degree, I was taking 16 credit hours along with what most of you know is a rather hectic work schedule. I had also always had a 4.0 in college, and my anal retentive self couldn't bear to screw it up at the end.

So I definitely had my work cut out for me. I was away from my house at a minimum of 18 hours a day, 6 days a week. Sunday I didn't have school, but if I didn't work I would pretty much do homework or sleep all freaking day because I was so exhausted.

I came home from school one night, got out of my truck, and was walking up the path to my house. I dropped my keys, and as I was searching for them I noticed little petals all over the ground. I looked up and my beautiful Bradford Pear tree was covered in leaves. The blooms were gone, and I had missed it.

So I sat down on my sidewalk in the middle of all those leaves and cried. I cried not only for missing my favorite tree in all it's glory, but for what I could only imagine I had missed besides that in the last year.

My Bradford Pear tree is about ready to bloom-and I won't miss it this time...

Saturday, April 02, 2005

Where in the World is kj?

So yeah, I suck. I can admit it, and being able to admit a problem is the first step in solving it or whatever, right?

So what exactly has been keeping me from this little blog of mine and all you readers that I dearly love (or like, some of you I just like, sorry)?

Life. I hate when that happens. It always seems like when it rains, it pours. Work went completely cRaZy. You long time readers know that I write my posts while on lunch at work and then post them when I get home. Lunch? Eating? Hell, I barely had time to breathe while at work. All I've had time wise at work is the amount of time it takes to snarf down my Yuppy Meals on Wheels.

I must confess that I have had time for other things, like reading a book by a fellow blogger. Wonderful, wonderful, wonderful. It will make you laugh your ass off. Great story, and it really appealed to me because I could visually see the action that was taking place while reading. I heart books like that...

More on that book later, as it certainly deserves it's own post. Also, I've found myself addicted to my TIVO now that I actually know how to work it. I can record junk from the History channel and Animal Planet and all that jazz. Yes, I am a sucky TV watcher. I hate all things reality except for my beloved Project Greenlight, which I am totally addicted to also.

I'm really diggin' that show Medium too. I like spooky-freaky things though, thanks to my tree-huggin' new age-y type parents.

Oh, and one more thing before I go out and enjoy this wonderful weekend, which I DON'T have to work: I promise ya Duckie that next week I'll explain the whole my grandpa thinks Gen X is the next greatest generation thing. Sorry, that one fell in the cracks.

Enjoy your weekends everyone! Don't do anything I wouldn't do, which pretty much means you can do almost anything!