As usual, i slept in this morning but made it up to get ready to head to the salon to get my hair cut and highlighted. in the winter my hair just gets dark blonde from lack of being outside and with the unfortunate hairline recession, the lighter hair makes the recession not as noticeable. Besides, it had been since October since i had a hair cut and when my hair gets long, it becomes wavy and unruly.
I got to the salon, checked in, was delivered coffee to my specifications and waited on the leather furniture sitting on etched concrete floors.
A woman in the waiting area was holding a teeny, tiny baby boy that was sound asleep and was the most beautiful little thing you could imagine. Not a funny looking baby at all. He was but one week old and she had made it a point to keep her apt.
the baby arrived early and her apt. was to get all dolled up before the baby arrived so she wouldn't look like shit in all the videos and pics. when baby showed up.
well, he showed up early and shot her idea to shit and she ended up looking like shit for the birth and the photos but damnit, she was there to remedy that. good for her.
my stylist is Valerie. i have known her for many years and it was suggested that we hook up from the first time i was made aware of her through another one of her clients.
at that time, she was rather heavy. i was nice to her and she thought i was cute but it never worked out that we hooked up.
she ended up getting knocked up by some degenerate ass hole, got married and had a baby, now a fantastic 5 year old boy. divorced the father when their son was a baby and she has dated losers ever since.
today when she greeted me she looked amazing. she had lost 40 pounds, blonded up, let her hair get a bit longer and was rocking her hot, sveldt, blonde look.
so she did her magic and i left looking WAYYYY better than when i arrived.
As i suspected, when i called nearly everyone in my phone book I couldn't get a single soul. what a waste. i looked tragically hip with a great new haircut and no one to show it all off to.
i mean, i had Brilliantine from bumble & bumble in my hair for christ's sake. it says right on the tube that it gives hair a "..sort of languid, slept-in, sexy look".
yeah. GREAT. i looked sort of languid, slept-in, sexy and i was the only one that got to appreciate it. lol.
so i indulged my love of architectural components and hit up a salvage place as well as a couple of antique shops. i did not find a single thing of interest anywhere.
i went shopping and found a couple of great coats i liked but realized that i didn't need another coat and so refrained from that idiotic purchase.
Then i went to the one employment agency out of the dozen in town i had not been to and was told in short order that they had NO jobs available that needed to be filled.
how those places stay in business and recruiters have jobs themselves i fail to understand.
just as i returned home my grandmother rang me on the phone to announce that she was heading out to arizona for the winter on saturday and that if i wanted her to drop me in dallas, that would be fine.
i explained that i had to wait for some things to happen here and didn't think i could leave that soon and wrap everything up here. besides, i wouldn't have a car once i got there and even if i got one once there, i have the dog, Boris. She sneered at that and told me the dog was not welcome and that i would have to take him to the pound!
she followed up with the statement that this was her trip and she was being selfish and things would be her way. harrumph.
and just then i was reminded where my parents got it from and politely declined to travel with her citing pending business here.
i got my dog 3 years ago as a 6 week old puppy and rescued him from the back of a van at the market out of a box that said 'FREE' on it, took him to the vet and for the next six months to a professional dog trainer that follows Cesar Milan's method of dog whispering. I certainly will not take my dog to the pound.
i checked in with a dallas friend that offered to set up an interview the day i arrive in town with the owner of some company. ok. that's nice to know. when i asked for details of what position i might secure and the company name, she just really wasn't sure, but that 'Larry' will meet with me when she tells him to.
this woman is a very wealthy divorcee, not online or computer owning, cannot be bothered about details and does not understand what it means to need to work or be literally broke. as in 'dirt-ass poor' so she can't understand why i am not just jetting down to have lunch with Larry. Well larry fucking WHO? Details woman, details! sigh. i will have better luck getting details about larry's company by having a drunken conversation with myself in a mirror. (note to self: have drunken conversation with my languid, sexy self in the mirror later.).
after that i realized i had no food in the house and went to the little market in town and strolled around leisurely and picked up some great veggies, stuff to make a big salad, some filet mignon, scallops and a pork tenderloin. i couldn't decide what to make when i got home so i opted for the filet and veggie laden salad after. i could have eaten myself silly on the pea pods alone. YUM.
of course at the market saw the townspeople. said hello to some woman that lives down the street, some guy that broke his thumb while splitting firewood, and the usual, friendly cast and crew that work there.
well, i had better get to having that languid, sexy dscussion with myself in the mirror.
I got to the salon, checked in, was delivered coffee to my specifications and waited on the leather furniture sitting on etched concrete floors.
A woman in the waiting area was holding a teeny, tiny baby boy that was sound asleep and was the most beautiful little thing you could imagine. Not a funny looking baby at all. He was but one week old and she had made it a point to keep her apt.
the baby arrived early and her apt. was to get all dolled up before the baby arrived so she wouldn't look like shit in all the videos and pics. when baby showed up.
well, he showed up early and shot her idea to shit and she ended up looking like shit for the birth and the photos but damnit, she was there to remedy that. good for her.
my stylist is Valerie. i have known her for many years and it was suggested that we hook up from the first time i was made aware of her through another one of her clients.
at that time, she was rather heavy. i was nice to her and she thought i was cute but it never worked out that we hooked up.
she ended up getting knocked up by some degenerate ass hole, got married and had a baby, now a fantastic 5 year old boy. divorced the father when their son was a baby and she has dated losers ever since.
today when she greeted me she looked amazing. she had lost 40 pounds, blonded up, let her hair get a bit longer and was rocking her hot, sveldt, blonde look.
so she did her magic and i left looking WAYYYY better than when i arrived.
As i suspected, when i called nearly everyone in my phone book I couldn't get a single soul. what a waste. i looked tragically hip with a great new haircut and no one to show it all off to.
i mean, i had Brilliantine from bumble & bumble in my hair for christ's sake. it says right on the tube that it gives hair a "..sort of languid, slept-in, sexy look".
yeah. GREAT. i looked sort of languid, slept-in, sexy and i was the only one that got to appreciate it. lol.
so i indulged my love of architectural components and hit up a salvage place as well as a couple of antique shops. i did not find a single thing of interest anywhere.
i went shopping and found a couple of great coats i liked but realized that i didn't need another coat and so refrained from that idiotic purchase.
Then i went to the one employment agency out of the dozen in town i had not been to and was told in short order that they had NO jobs available that needed to be filled.
how those places stay in business and recruiters have jobs themselves i fail to understand.
just as i returned home my grandmother rang me on the phone to announce that she was heading out to arizona for the winter on saturday and that if i wanted her to drop me in dallas, that would be fine.
i explained that i had to wait for some things to happen here and didn't think i could leave that soon and wrap everything up here. besides, i wouldn't have a car once i got there and even if i got one once there, i have the dog, Boris. She sneered at that and told me the dog was not welcome and that i would have to take him to the pound!
she followed up with the statement that this was her trip and she was being selfish and things would be her way. harrumph.
and just then i was reminded where my parents got it from and politely declined to travel with her citing pending business here.
i got my dog 3 years ago as a 6 week old puppy and rescued him from the back of a van at the market out of a box that said 'FREE' on it, took him to the vet and for the next six months to a professional dog trainer that follows Cesar Milan's method of dog whispering. I certainly will not take my dog to the pound.
i checked in with a dallas friend that offered to set up an interview the day i arrive in town with the owner of some company. ok. that's nice to know. when i asked for details of what position i might secure and the company name, she just really wasn't sure, but that 'Larry' will meet with me when she tells him to.
this woman is a very wealthy divorcee, not online or computer owning, cannot be bothered about details and does not understand what it means to need to work or be literally broke. as in 'dirt-ass poor' so she can't understand why i am not just jetting down to have lunch with Larry. Well larry fucking WHO? Details woman, details! sigh. i will have better luck getting details about larry's company by having a drunken conversation with myself in a mirror. (note to self: have drunken conversation with my languid, sexy self in the mirror later.).
after that i realized i had no food in the house and went to the little market in town and strolled around leisurely and picked up some great veggies, stuff to make a big salad, some filet mignon, scallops and a pork tenderloin. i couldn't decide what to make when i got home so i opted for the filet and veggie laden salad after. i could have eaten myself silly on the pea pods alone. YUM.
of course at the market saw the townspeople. said hello to some woman that lives down the street, some guy that broke his thumb while splitting firewood, and the usual, friendly cast and crew that work there.
well, i had better get to having that languid, sexy dscussion with myself in the mirror.