Friday, September 23, 2005

I think its so funny thay when we first got married Matthew would never want to watch my shows like SVU and CSI. Now he has watched them & he loves them. He gets entire seasons from Netflix now. He is so atticted, LOL.At least I can watch them now w/o him nit picking about them. Oh, and just a note you might enjoy. Matthew & Smitty watched the last four hours of the America's Next Top Model marathon on Sunday. My power lives!

Wednesday, September 21, 2005

You know sometimes when people are talking to me, I just wish I could could turn, look them in the eye and tell them, "You know, I couldn't give a rats ass less about what you are saying to me right now. I just dont care so stop talking." But then I come to my senses and realize I have to still work with these people and still I have to go spend three days in Washington with them (and its not Lori, fyi). So I dont say anything. Like I dont have anything better to do than listen to your pointless story.

And then consideration for other people is about non-existant anymore! Today, I had no sooner told Ashley that I was hungry and was going to go on break than she clocked out and went. Excuse me? I just finished telling you that I was going to go eat. We all know how I get when I am hungry. Uber-bitchy. On top of that my blood sugar drops quickly and I get sick. So that pissed me off. And I had to be over at Syplique at 6pm. I made sure to tell everyone that I was goint to leave at 5 so I had an hour to make it through rush hour traffic to the otherside of town. And I told everyone early so they would have their breaks done so I could leave. What happens? Malu waits till five to take her lunch. So it is just me and Ashley and its 5:15 and then Ashle disappears. I have a store full of people and no one helping me and I need to leave. I finally get out of there at 5:30, leaving Ashley, I get to Symplique. I'm almost 20 minutes late. They're all upset with me. Sorry, what am I going to do? I should have just left. Malu's leaving at 5 and goes, "you're leaving at 5:15, right? No I'm leaving now, and then she still isnt back at 5:30. I was steamed. Cuz Ashley did the same thing to me YESTERDAY. I was supposed to be off at 5:30, my regukar time, and she takes an hour break at 5:10 so it was after 6 when I finally got to go home.

BUT, here's the icing on the cake. We leave Friday night. Friday is my regular day off. I have to close the store now because Ashley doesnt want to work 7 days in a row. She was goingt o have to cover for us being gone. So they changed my schedule without telling me, or asking me for that matter. Granted had they asked I probably would have done it, but they didnt even ask. Yet when I want to go home at my scheduled time off its like I asked them to pull a pot of gold out of their asses. You know what kiss my ass. So I scheduled a store meeting for 3 pm on Friday and she has to come in to work anyway. So suck on that you whiney baby. You want to screw me over, Ha. Bend over cuz I'll shove right back. I am SO sick of them taking advantage of me. No more. You try to screw me, I'll get you back. One way or another. But in sneaky diabolical, subtle ways so you wont even know it was coming till you are sitting in a meeting on your day off.

Monday, September 19, 2005

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Here you can see the different shades of red better Posted by Picasa

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My new hair color. Blonde has become boring Posted by Picasa

Friday, September 16, 2005

I am so excited. We are going to the West Coast Beauty Show this coming weekend. And Deb, who is one of Lori's friends and pretty high up in the West Coast company, has made arrangements for a VIP meeting with Graham Webb. THE Grham Webb. I am freakin. Stylists pay BIG bucks to go to his acedemy in London and dont necessarily ever get to see Graham Webb the man. Like... I dont even know what I am going to say. I dont want to sound like a dorkus. "Der, hello Mr Webb. I sure do like your shampoo..." LOL. Lori is even even freakin out about this. She's like "I wonder what he looks like..." My big mouth, I'm like "Probably like an old British dude." So much for respect. This is like meeting John Paul Mtchell. Except he's dead. Anyway thats my cool news.

Tuesday, September 13, 2005

I've started planning what to get paople for Chiristmas and for the first time I know what to get Dad and no one else. I never know what to get dad. Usually I know, Lew's first then mom's. Amanda is easy cuz she has a wish list ready year round. So even if I dont find some other thing for her, I always know where to look to know what she wants. But dad... Anyway, I know what I want to get him. now it is just a matter of finding it. LOL.
Well now I have some time to kill. We have no hot water again. I cant call the office cuz they donr open up until about the time I have to leave for work. We got no notice that they were working on the heaters today. Maybe ours is broke...

Anyway, we have to have a pow wow at work. We are staging an intervention. We have a couple of girls who work for us that are not headed down a good path. They are only 15 and they are getting drunk with these older guys. And its a weekly thing. One of the girls, her mom is a stripper and left her and her dad, and then her dad was sent to prison. So she moved in with this other girl and her mom doesnt care. She's the one who gets them the alcohol. So they have been calling in and showing up with hickeys and getting into trouble. Lori doesnt want to fire anyone cuz we are so close to our busy holiday season. And I dont really want to either cuz then what? They dont have anyone who cares about them, and then we become yet another person who pushed them along and turned away. I know we are not their parents, but their parents dont give a crap. Someone should. Someone should at least try.

Sunday, September 11, 2005

I think that mom's treatments suddenly make things real. That this is really happening. That this could happen to me, or Amanda or Lew. That someday, my mom will die. And that is NOT something I am ready to come to terms with. It was so much easier to pretend that it wouldnt happen when she didnt need medicine. Now... now my mom is mortal. And I can't deal with that. I dont think I will ever be able to deal with that. And yet, at the same time, I am feeling so guilty that I am not there to be with her. I dont want to think about the reality of the situation and at the same time I need to be there while she is dealing with it.

Sunday, September 04, 2005

I am so sick of the rain. It rains every day. And what really blows is that I cant wish the rain away. Why? Because when the rain leaves the snow comes in its place. So its rain or snow, and while I do HATE the rain I am SO not ready for the snow yet. I still have a month and I need that month, trust me.

I have about three weeks before we go to Seattle. That should be fun...

Ummm... I know that there are things that go on in my life, I just cant remember them. Oh, I got new contacts. Yippee I know, but these are SOFT contacts. They are SOOO much more comfortable than the hard ones! My eyes dont dry out quite so much. Mom cant believe that they make soft contacts in my strength, but they do. If you dont have them I haighly recommend them (Hint Amanda).

I talked to mom for awhile yesterday. Since she starts her treatments on Tuesday. I'll probably call her again tomorrow since I dont have to work.

Lew left a really sweet message onmy phone. He was singing Forever Young. I cried my eyes out. It was so sweet. I miss him so much some times. I miss everyone. I cant wait to come home for Christmas. I am so excited. I could burst.

Back to the Friends marathon. We have no lives. Tomorrow its CSI. LOL. We are so sad.

Thursday, September 01, 2005

Matthew spoils me.

He made me an appointment to get a hot stoine massage. Because he knew I needed it and would never do it myself. I have something wrong with my shoulder. I cant lfit my arm even vertical with my shoulder. It is just too tense and tight. Like I've been sleeping on it worng for a week. Matt said I have a knot about five inches big right along my shoulder blade and everytime he tries to work it out my arm starts to timgle and goes numb. So he made me an appointment with a professional to get it worked out. He is so thoughtful. I would never have done it myself. I would have just delt with it hurting and made him rub my back all the time. So now I am hopeful that some one who knows what they are doing can help me.

He's so good to me. I love him.