Am I A Car Chick?

Today I went to Starbucks with a couple of dance mums; Jen drove, and while getting into her car (dirty on the outside, dust everywhere on the inside, and littered with papers and garbage: I might let my house get like that but I would die before I let it happen to my car!) it hit me, "I think I AM a car chick." I don't know the name of every car, and know how to recognise what year it is and if it's a special edition or not; but I can certainly appreciate a nice car. I mean, really! They are FAST, POWERFUL, SHINY, and come in wonderful COLOURS! I have car brochures at my desk at work, so I can flip through and look at the pictures while I am on the phone. Also, I have been know to say that one of my hobbies is washing my car, and that test driving cars would be a fun way to spend a Saturday afternoon. Then there is the fact that I have been known to insist that my boyfriend, or boy friends, go with me so I don't miss the annual Auto Show. A few years ago, Chris told me I was a bit insane for buying an over-prices Ferrari t-shirt at the show, arguing I could have driven to this car shop in Calgary and purchased it for 1/2 the price; but I just HAD to have it then and there! Driving to Calgary was not an option! Although it would have been a fun drive to make...

Yesterday, with my free time while Miranda was on a playdate, I excitedly, went to wash my car. I was the only chick in the car wash hand drying after the wash. I windexed the windows, and when I was done, I packed up the soap, spray and shammies in their special bin in my trunk. When picking up Miranda, Jamie watched, amused, as I fretted over the little rock chip on the windshield and the tiny scratch in the paint. He called me anal! We talked about fixing my bumper (I'll probably take it to his shop) and he dropped subtle hints about me needing to get the windows shaded. We talked about their quads (they even have a mini one for Madison!). Then he invited me to stop over any time to have my tires spray with Armor All. Somehow I get the feeling that Kim doesn't get as excited about car-talk as I do. I can imagine hearing her; you can just tell him to stop if he's boring you.

After compiling this list of facts, the next time I am asked if I am a car chick, I think I would be lying if I didn't say, yes! .... Now I am going to be girly and go paint my nails (I'm going red!) and watch America's Next Top Model.

Road Trip to the "Border City"

photos taken from the car

Miranda and I went on a road trip this weekend. She was fantastic in the car! On the 2 hour ride there, she read her books and drew in her notepad, only twice asked "when are we going to be there", and when we were 20 km away, asked me to turn down the music because she wanted to take a nap.

The highlight of the visit for her was Chris's new car, because she has spent 1/2 of her life being rather fond of Corvettes. Ok, I have to admit that it was probably the highlight of my visit to, or more specifically, DRIVING IT! (thanks Chris! :) and thanks to my Daddy for letting me learn to drive a stick this summer when he loaned me his Mustang for a weekend, otherwise Chris probably would never have allowed me to drive his car!)

On the drive home, she asked to listen to my ipod, and she was asleep within 15 minutes. She slept the whole drive home, waking up when we were in the city and 5 minutes away from home.

She missed seeing the dead porcupine, the sweet little foal, the calves, the buffalo farm, and the buffalo at Elk Island Park. I used to think that driving up to Jasper was great, but I am really starting to appreciate driving through the prairies, the great plains, blue sky, and straight open roads.

photos taken from the car

How many bottles?

How many bottles of nail polish does it take Angelinie to paint her nails?

ick ick ick! says my mouth (product complaint)

Dear BonneBell,(customerservice@bonnebell.com)

ick ick ick! says my mouth.

I just wanted to let you know that this morning I purchased the VitaGloss moisture stick in watermelon wellness, and I was disgusted with the flavour of this product. Honestly, it smells like rotting watermelon! and to put it on my lips has deposited a foul taste in my mouth that will not go away! $4.79 + gst is an awful lot to pay for lip gloss that tastes like crap.

It was an impulse buy at the drug store, and one that I am now regretting. I cannot even take it back, since I threw the wapper out in the mal dustbin while walking back tot he office. I loved the design and what the packaging said the product would do, but now I cannot get past the horrible, horrible taste. Based on this experience, it will be a long time before I purchase another BonneBell product, if ever! Maybe I should have grabbed the strwaberry flavour instead, because it might be just the watermelon flavouring/scent that is "off" in your products, but I know I will not fork over more money to your company to experiment with another kind.

Sincerely,
Out 5 bucks with a bad taste in my mouth

I have at least 3 reasons to smile ...

Reasons # 1 & #2 are pictured above.

#3 is Anthony is back cutting hair at the Mango Salon downtown!

:)

ps - I smell like old lady today. I was stupid and this morning I thought it would be a good idea to use my sleepy-time lavender & chamomile body lotion after showering. It's nice to put on after a bath in the evening, but I plain smell like old lady now and it is driving me INSANE!)

Post-Easter Humour

I love this cartoon! I keep it pinned up at my desk year-round.

What did you do this Easter Weekend?

I went to Lily Lake and fed grass to a bison, and took far too many photos of the pigs. (I couldn't help it, the piglets were so stinking cute!).................. more photos

Oh Johnny

Sheer Elation!

I am so happy in my heart I could burst!!

Michellini didn’t want to go for our afternoon break because we didn’t have anything exciting to do. Nonetheless, I dragged her out of her desk so we could go for a walk and chat. At the coffee shop, I noticed a table of three guys, two of whom were wearing shirts the same salmony pink colour as Michelle’s. As we got closer, I recognized one man in a pink shirt, and he recognized me too! He asked me how I was, and I replied that my hair was a mess and I am miserable. (Because he's hot and gave me a big hug, Michelle thought he was an ex-boyfriend or a hairstylist.)

IT WAS MY ANTHONY!! (FYI, Anthony is my hairstylist who left me last summer so he could be a welder on the rigs) I was so happy I got tears in my eyes. HE’S BACK! HE’S BACK! HE’S BACK!! And he is thinking about getting back into the hair biz. I gave him my number and he is going to call and let me know what’s up. WoW o WoW! I am so ~h~a~p~p~y~!~

After my hair nightmare the other week, this is the best thing that I ever could have hoped for (aside from running into him BEFORE I got the haircut from hell).

The Rage I Feel

There is no way to describe the rage I feel. I wake up wanting to kill myself and I cannot stand to look at myself in the mirror. I will start by saying this is the last time I ever listen to my mother when she tells me to trust someone. Mulder and Scully were right all along: TRUST NO ONE!

I have this INSANE obsession with my hair, probably stemming from the abusive relationship and the guy who would threaten me with scissors to my long locks of hair; but whatever the cause, my hair, and how it looks, is very important to me.

A week ago, I told my mother I had a Saturday appointment to get my hair done with Allen. She told me I should go see Peter (her hairstylist) and to trust him! So I booked an appointment, and cancelled with Allen, who I was sort of trying to avoid because I didn't want to tell him that I coloured my hair out of a box. That was the biggest mistake of my adult life!

I met my mother after my hair appointment and I was not impressed by how I looked. I thought it was just a case of me not liking the way he blowed my hair. I went home, washed it and styled it myself. It was a nightmare! I did everything the same as before, same shampoo and conditioner and styling products; the same blow dryer and brush and everything. To run a brush through my dried hair made it stand out on end with electric static. WHAT THE F*** WAS GOING ON?! I was near tears.

calming down, I thought I would be reasonable and give it a few more days to get used to the change. Well, tomorrow it will be a week later and to think of my hair makes me ill to my stomach. Even when Anthony cut my hair (what I thought to be too short) my hair still looked fab when I left the salon, and it looked fab when I styled it myself. This haircut is a mess. I looked a mess when I walked out of the salon and I have looked a mess every single day since then (and it's not even the cool, I just rolled out of bed mess).

I told him I didn't want an old lady haircut, and I told him I wanted to grow my hair out (thanks for the f***ing setback, buddy). The top most layer of my fine textured hair is cut to 15cm in length all the way around, except for the front side by my left ear where IT IS EVEN SHORTER. It is like he put a flipping bowl on my head and couldn't even hold it straight. Because of this one spot that is shorter than the rest, I look ridiculous even when I try to pin all of my hair up (which I am going to have to do until this mess of a haircut grows to a respectable length).

Coincidentally, my mother spoke with Peter yesterday morning and mentioned I was "unhappy" with my hair. Unhappy? Do I sound unhappy? I am unhappy if I spill tea on my white shirt at work. But at least I can run to the mall on my break and buy a new shirt. I can't f***ing buy myself a new head of hair now can I?

Excuse me, I have to go vomit now.

Dream

I dreamt last night that my teeth were falling out.

Can DNA Stop Time?

Scientific American: Unlocking the Secrets of Longevity Genes [ BIOTECHNOLOGY ]
A handful of genes that control the body's defenses during hard times can also dramatically improve health and prolong life in diverse organisms. Understanding how they work may reveal the keys to extending human life span while banishing diseases of old age

I am reading the March 2006 issue of Scientific American and this article is exactly what I wish I was doing wtih my life! I don't want to be the one to make the ground breaking discovery, all I am asking for is to be a part of the genetic research team. wah! Here I am, stuck at a desk, processing credit applications, typing contracts, doing nothing of importance; it's not fair!

Rude Awakenings

Oh the pain of reality slapping me
in the face like a dead fish,
rudely awakening me from sweet dreams.

I give up dreaming
so I will no longer feel
the slap of the fish.

That's Sexual Harassment

I was sexually harassed on my way to the office today! I was in the pedway to my office tower, almost at the escalator leaving the LRT area and this guy was walking towards me. He passed me, stopped and turned around and came beside me. He didn't look bummish so I didn't think he would ask for money, but I thought he would ask for directions to someplace. He didn't say anything, just tapped my ass and went off in the direction he had originally been heading towards. ick! ick! and ick! Sometimes I really miss the days when I had a chauffeur....