Ok, so I know I dropped off there for a bit, and I am sorry.
My pain in the ass ex co-worker FINALLY left--however, it totally screwed me on the work front. I have double the work and double the annoying people I have to deal with daily, leaving me cranky and literally out of time to blog. Not to mention all of the holiday crazziness, I am emotionally drained and burnt out.
My child has decided that he no longer sleeps through the night. Getting up at 2AM screaming "Mom, Mom, Mommy, Mom" is the new hip to do for 2 year olds, apparently.
Other than my son sucking the life out of me every night, things have been good. Stone is growing up so fast, and becoming cuter by the day. We did he whole Santa is coming production this year. It was amazing how quickly he caught on and made the connection with Santa and presents. Next year I can only imagine will be even better.
With the holidays winding down and the New year quickly apporaching, I am losing my mojo. Or maybe it is the abundance of holiday sweaters I am forced to look at every flipping day around this joint. Can someone please explain to me how ANY one person can thing a sweather with shit hanging all off of it is fashionable? Does a 40-something old woman need a sweater with a Santa on it???? I mean really...I just don't get it...
I promise to get better about the blogging thing in the New Year. Be patient with me...
Tuesday, December 29, 2009
Wednesday, November 4, 2009
Updates
I realized I started to blog on 2 different topics, totally unrelated, and never followed up on either one of them.
My September 15th post, Get Lost Frizz
AND
I'm just shady like that (a classic tale)
First, an update on my Keratin treatment. I loved it! My after results were amazing. For those of you who are Facebook users, search Snapdragon Studio, in Phoenix and check out the before & after photos. The only bad news is, you cannot and should NOT ever use any products with SODIUM SULFATE in it. Super no, no. Well, I guess our friends at Bumble & Bumble reformulated their thickening spray, without telling anyone. Guess what new ingredient they added? Yes, the devil. So as much as I loved the treatment, I noticed it fading really fast. For the amount of money I paid, I expected a little more wear to come from this. I casually mentioned it to my hairdresser and she asked "do you have the Thickening spray or the Thickening Hairspray?" There's a difference? I went home and checked, and I had the "hairspray" version, which apparently is the new one with the sodium sulfate in it. I spent weeks being super careful and trying not to wash my hair unless needed to preserve my treatment, meanwhile I was stripping the treatment the entire time. Total bummer. Ladies, always check the bottle, even if you used it forever.
Now on to me, Miss "Shady", my nightmare co-worker has given her notice. (HOOOORRRAAYYY!) one less thing to deal with at work. I felt indifferent toward her for awhile, but then as she became more negative and bitchy (hard to imagine that is possible) I became more withdrawn and annoyed with her presence. I just couldn't wrap my head around how an adult could act this way and get away with it for 3 years. I just don't get it. I am glad she left before things got ugly. In addition to her stunt with me, she alienated the entire group here at work and made it pretty apparent that she was doing us all a favor by showing up. The only down fall is that I have to pick of the slack of her work. Which honestly, is better than dealing with her childish shit all day. I have feeling she will not be missed, and there will be no tears shed on her last day. I guess in the end, we all get what we deserve. Being "Shady" paid off after all.
My September 15th post, Get Lost Frizz
AND
I'm just shady like that (a classic tale)
First, an update on my Keratin treatment. I loved it! My after results were amazing. For those of you who are Facebook users, search Snapdragon Studio, in Phoenix and check out the before & after photos. The only bad news is, you cannot and should NOT ever use any products with SODIUM SULFATE in it. Super no, no. Well, I guess our friends at Bumble & Bumble reformulated their thickening spray, without telling anyone. Guess what new ingredient they added? Yes, the devil. So as much as I loved the treatment, I noticed it fading really fast. For the amount of money I paid, I expected a little more wear to come from this. I casually mentioned it to my hairdresser and she asked "do you have the Thickening spray or the Thickening Hairspray?" There's a difference? I went home and checked, and I had the "hairspray" version, which apparently is the new one with the sodium sulfate in it. I spent weeks being super careful and trying not to wash my hair unless needed to preserve my treatment, meanwhile I was stripping the treatment the entire time. Total bummer. Ladies, always check the bottle, even if you used it forever.
Now on to me, Miss "Shady", my nightmare co-worker has given her notice. (HOOOORRRAAYYY!) one less thing to deal with at work. I felt indifferent toward her for awhile, but then as she became more negative and bitchy (hard to imagine that is possible) I became more withdrawn and annoyed with her presence. I just couldn't wrap my head around how an adult could act this way and get away with it for 3 years. I just don't get it. I am glad she left before things got ugly. In addition to her stunt with me, she alienated the entire group here at work and made it pretty apparent that she was doing us all a favor by showing up. The only down fall is that I have to pick of the slack of her work. Which honestly, is better than dealing with her childish shit all day. I have feeling she will not be missed, and there will be no tears shed on her last day. I guess in the end, we all get what we deserve. Being "Shady" paid off after all.
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
Another one bites the dust
Let's recap last week...
Gordana, although she sports a super hot, fun and sexy name, she dresses her models like nuns going for a night out on the town. Seriously, who would wear this crap?
Want to go from super skinny to humpty dumpty? Where this shitty suit from the earlier 90's. Good job Gordana. Way to disgrace the name...
Christopher's dress looked like it took a shit all over the floor after eating a bag of marshmallows. I used to love him, but now I have ask myself how he continues to last in this competition. Do you think if Logan cried he would have stayed? Get a box of Kleenex and shut up you big baby!
Carol Hannah, although she has a total white trash name, and sometimes trailer park tendencies, she designed a super cute dress. It is perfect for all of those holiday parties coming up!
Ughhh this is the part I hate. Giving a total &^%$ any credit. Irina the school bully (aka bitch face)did a good design once again. (annoying!) I wish just one week the judges would say something negative to this %$#@. Her attitude reminds me very much of a certain someone I work with. Bitter, insecure, nasty, unprofessional and jaded.
Irina is not that cute to be acting the way she does. Big bug eyes and Bugs Bunny teeth. If you are going to be a total a*hole on TV, you better make sure you are something special. For those of you who care to see her design, look here.
Drum roll....the winning look is....
Althea obviously had me in mind when she created her little outfit. I would rock that all day long up and down the halls at work. Everyone loves a over sized sweater. Althea deserved to win. In typical Irina fashion (once again, reminds me of my co-worker) had to make sure everyone knew she was better by slamming Althea's design. Irina, no one is trying to copy you. Get over yourself!
Althea held herself together and did not fly across the stage and beat that bitch down, like she should have. Go Althea!
Ladies...and my gays..grasp yourself...this is the hard part...
Booooyfrrrieeeennddd Logan crashes and burns...
(For you straight men. Boyfriend is just like hey, that's boyfriend. You are cute, not great, but cute.)
Boooooyyyyyyyyffffrrrrrrieeeennnnnnddd is that you are super yummy and pleasing to the eyes. You have to drag the whole word out.
Logan, sweetie, what happened here? Let's be honest, you aren't the most talented designer. But could you have not done something better for us? I don't even know what this is supposed to be?
This is like Forever 21 $5 clearance rack. Could you not have racked that pretty little head of yours and pulled together something a little less Battle Star Galactica?
Sadness. You dug your own grave, and the judges just filled the hole.
My predictions: Christopher will be gone next week
Top 3, Althea, Bitch Face, & Carol Hannah
Gordana, although she sports a super hot, fun and sexy name, she dresses her models like nuns going for a night out on the town. Seriously, who would wear this crap?
Want to go from super skinny to humpty dumpty? Where this shitty suit from the earlier 90's. Good job Gordana. Way to disgrace the name...
Christopher's dress looked like it took a shit all over the floor after eating a bag of marshmallows. I used to love him, but now I have ask myself how he continues to last in this competition. Do you think if Logan cried he would have stayed? Get a box of Kleenex and shut up you big baby!
Carol Hannah, although she has a total white trash name, and sometimes trailer park tendencies, she designed a super cute dress. It is perfect for all of those holiday parties coming up!
Ughhh this is the part I hate. Giving a total &^%$ any credit. Irina the school bully (aka bitch face)did a good design once again. (annoying!) I wish just one week the judges would say something negative to this %$#@. Her attitude reminds me very much of a certain someone I work with. Bitter, insecure, nasty, unprofessional and jaded.
Irina is not that cute to be acting the way she does. Big bug eyes and Bugs Bunny teeth. If you are going to be a total a*hole on TV, you better make sure you are something special. For those of you who care to see her design, look here.
Drum roll....the winning look is....
Althea obviously had me in mind when she created her little outfit. I would rock that all day long up and down the halls at work. Everyone loves a over sized sweater. Althea deserved to win. In typical Irina fashion (once again, reminds me of my co-worker) had to make sure everyone knew she was better by slamming Althea's design. Irina, no one is trying to copy you. Get over yourself!
Althea held herself together and did not fly across the stage and beat that bitch down, like she should have. Go Althea!
Ladies...and my gays..grasp yourself...this is the hard part...
Booooyfrrrieeeennddd Logan crashes and burns...
(For you straight men. Boyfriend is just like hey, that's boyfriend. You are cute, not great, but cute.)
Boooooyyyyyyyyffffrrrrrrieeeennnnnnddd is that you are super yummy and pleasing to the eyes. You have to drag the whole word out.
Logan, sweetie, what happened here? Let's be honest, you aren't the most talented designer. But could you have not done something better for us? I don't even know what this is supposed to be?
This is like Forever 21 $5 clearance rack. Could you not have racked that pretty little head of yours and pulled together something a little less Battle Star Galactica?
Sadness. You dug your own grave, and the judges just filled the hole.
My predictions: Christopher will be gone next week
Top 3, Althea, Bitch Face, & Carol Hannah
Thursday, October 29, 2009
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
If life were a TV show
Do you ever watch a TV show and wish you could live in it? Be that one character?
I find myself obsessing when I watch Gossip Girl. I am so Blair, and minus those TINY mini skirts, I should have Serena's wardrobe.
I also find myself wishing in some weird way I lived in the show Greek. I missed out on that whole college experience, and something about spending all day prancing around 'campus' just seems young and fun. I am not sure that I would be much of the sorority type, but I do enjoy drinking--which I am pretty sure is one of the requirements.
The great thing about TV, is it gives you this false sense of what life really is like. Stay at home mommy's with 4 children, do not have washboard tummies or dress in Gucci on a Tuesday afternoon for soccer practice. But it would be nice to.
Desperate Housewives always tells me, it is ok to be divorced with kids. You will still live in a huge house and drive a Volvo with a rocking bod. No worries. Just let him go. B
Brothers & Sisters showed me that mom's bake and host dinner parties.
Ugly Betty--hey if you a receptionist you can afford wear designer clothing from head-to-toe. Shit, I need to get casted on a TV show. Maybe a reality show. Look at John and Kate. Being famous hasn't changed them.
hmmm what to call my show? I got it! The sad reality. Get it?
I kill myself.
I find myself obsessing when I watch Gossip Girl. I am so Blair, and minus those TINY mini skirts, I should have Serena's wardrobe.
I also find myself wishing in some weird way I lived in the show Greek. I missed out on that whole college experience, and something about spending all day prancing around 'campus' just seems young and fun. I am not sure that I would be much of the sorority type, but I do enjoy drinking--which I am pretty sure is one of the requirements.
The great thing about TV, is it gives you this false sense of what life really is like. Stay at home mommy's with 4 children, do not have washboard tummies or dress in Gucci on a Tuesday afternoon for soccer practice. But it would be nice to.
Desperate Housewives always tells me, it is ok to be divorced with kids. You will still live in a huge house and drive a Volvo with a rocking bod. No worries. Just let him go. B
Brothers & Sisters showed me that mom's bake and host dinner parties.
Ugly Betty--hey if you a receptionist you can afford wear designer clothing from head-to-toe. Shit, I need to get casted on a TV show. Maybe a reality show. Look at John and Kate. Being famous hasn't changed them.
hmmm what to call my show? I got it! The sad reality. Get it?
I kill myself.
Dear Satan,
It has been about 3 weeks since you have taken over my son's (Stone)body. I was just wondering how long you intend to stick around for? It's not that I mind the hitting, screaming, tanturms, resistance, crying and complete disregard of authority. It is just I miss my sweet little boy, and since you have moved in and destroyed his soul--mommy and daddy have lost theirs.
Maybe we can work out a deal? I have been really generous and have not charged you rent. Perhaps you can find another child to take over and we can call it even?
Sunday when we switched Stone's crib out to a toddler bed, I was really hoping you would work with us. Let him take a nap, sleep through the night--you know the basics.
Hey, I get it. Freedom is exciting. You can get in & out of that little box you used to be once confined to. The light switch is pretty entertaining, and of course the thrill of squeezing apple juice EVERY where is always liberating. But did you really have to force him to poop? That sort of sealed the deal that a nap was not happening.
Mommy and daddy are really struggling here. What can we do to get you to move out and return my baby's soul? You can keep mine, and I know Josh would be willing to sacrifice his. Work with me. There is a neighbor kid up the street that seems well behaved. Maybe you can teach his parents a lesson. What do ya say? It could be a fun Halloween surprise....????
Maybe we can work out a deal? I have been really generous and have not charged you rent. Perhaps you can find another child to take over and we can call it even?
Sunday when we switched Stone's crib out to a toddler bed, I was really hoping you would work with us. Let him take a nap, sleep through the night--you know the basics.
Hey, I get it. Freedom is exciting. You can get in & out of that little box you used to be once confined to. The light switch is pretty entertaining, and of course the thrill of squeezing apple juice EVERY where is always liberating. But did you really have to force him to poop? That sort of sealed the deal that a nap was not happening.
Mommy and daddy are really struggling here. What can we do to get you to move out and return my baby's soul? You can keep mine, and I know Josh would be willing to sacrifice his. Work with me. There is a neighbor kid up the street that seems well behaved. Maybe you can teach his parents a lesson. What do ya say? It could be a fun Halloween surprise....????
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
Aww...to be 16 again
It was a Sunday night at the state fair. A little beer, lots of fried goodness, a good friend, and an old romance.
Stone Temple Pilots made their way through Phoenix Sunday. I must admit, I was taken back by the idea of them playing the State Fair. It is so beneath them, I couldn't rap my head around the idea of them playing such a low-class establishment, when we have funky venues, like the Celebrity Theatre around.
I instantly dragged my friend Shayna with me for a night of fun.
I was super excited to see them. I always loved them, and even went through a period of unhealthy obsession directed at Scott Weiland. I realized Sunday that I haven't moved on from that obsession, even at the seasoned age of 28. let's just say; no regrets on the 8th grade yearbook dedication "STP rules!"
There was no opening act, which I must say was refreshing. I hate being forced to sit through some washed up band playing some annoying ass song in the hopes that the band everyone really came to see would show up soon. Do you ever feel like the opening band in your life? Sometimes I do. I think, oh I know you don't want to deal with me, but the person you really want is tied up--so suck it up. Always second choice, or an afterthought. "What was her name again?" I would say being the opening band would sum up my daily work life.
Back to the show. Lights went out, music started, and there he was. Scott Weiland was sexy as ever, and I wanted to do things to him that would make Jenna Jamenson blush. God, how did I forget how hot he was? His crazy drunk guy dancing was even hot. How has he recycled through 2 wives? Beat me, cheat on me, go to rehab--when you look like he does--the world is your oyster. I couldn't keep my eyes off his thin and lean body moving around the stage.
Another high point of the show was that they focused on the older stuff. I think that is what everyone was hoping for. Wicked Garden, Plush, Sex type thing, creep, unglued,& dead and bloated were just some of the songs they played. I was a little bummed they didn't play Sin or Silvergun superman, which were some of my old favorites. Considering how many albums they have and how long they have been around I really think they did a great job on song selection. Thinking the concert would take my back to the Pet Shop Boys concert 3 years ago, which was just shameful and embarrassing. (They filled less than 1/4 of the arena and the props looked right out of '83) I was overly excited and impressed how amazing STP still is today. There wasn't a person in the arena who didn't sing along to every single song, or chant STP! STP! STP! in hopes of bringing them back for an encore. I felt like I was 16 again. Drooling over a man I would never meet, or ever get closer to than section C, row 10, seat 8. For split moment, I forgot that I was a mom pushing 30, and Scott Weiland was a washed up rock star recovering drug addict over 40. I couldn't have asked for a better night.
Stone Temple Pilots made their way through Phoenix Sunday. I must admit, I was taken back by the idea of them playing the State Fair. It is so beneath them, I couldn't rap my head around the idea of them playing such a low-class establishment, when we have funky venues, like the Celebrity Theatre around.
I instantly dragged my friend Shayna with me for a night of fun.
I was super excited to see them. I always loved them, and even went through a period of unhealthy obsession directed at Scott Weiland. I realized Sunday that I haven't moved on from that obsession, even at the seasoned age of 28. let's just say; no regrets on the 8th grade yearbook dedication "STP rules!"
There was no opening act, which I must say was refreshing. I hate being forced to sit through some washed up band playing some annoying ass song in the hopes that the band everyone really came to see would show up soon. Do you ever feel like the opening band in your life? Sometimes I do. I think, oh I know you don't want to deal with me, but the person you really want is tied up--so suck it up. Always second choice, or an afterthought. "What was her name again?" I would say being the opening band would sum up my daily work life.
Back to the show. Lights went out, music started, and there he was. Scott Weiland was sexy as ever, and I wanted to do things to him that would make Jenna Jamenson blush. God, how did I forget how hot he was? His crazy drunk guy dancing was even hot. How has he recycled through 2 wives? Beat me, cheat on me, go to rehab--when you look like he does--the world is your oyster. I couldn't keep my eyes off his thin and lean body moving around the stage.
Another high point of the show was that they focused on the older stuff. I think that is what everyone was hoping for. Wicked Garden, Plush, Sex type thing, creep, unglued,& dead and bloated were just some of the songs they played. I was a little bummed they didn't play Sin or Silvergun superman, which were some of my old favorites. Considering how many albums they have and how long they have been around I really think they did a great job on song selection. Thinking the concert would take my back to the Pet Shop Boys concert 3 years ago, which was just shameful and embarrassing. (They filled less than 1/4 of the arena and the props looked right out of '83) I was overly excited and impressed how amazing STP still is today. There wasn't a person in the arena who didn't sing along to every single song, or chant STP! STP! STP! in hopes of bringing them back for an encore. I felt like I was 16 again. Drooling over a man I would never meet, or ever get closer to than section C, row 10, seat 8. For split moment, I forgot that I was a mom pushing 30, and Scott Weiland was a washed up rock star recovering drug addict over 40. I couldn't have asked for a better night.
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