It's 1 o'clock and I'm at work bored out of my mind. Sometimes work has me busier then a one legged man in an ass kickin contest, yet today NOT SO MUCH. So I turn to my best friend, food, and the internet to keep me busy and sane. Comfort food at work consist of string cheese, black coffee, smarties and various other sugar coated vein clogging crap I can scrounge up. I'll probably be sick later, as soon as I top off my snacking with a wide variety and number of freeze pops, I love the purple and green! I'm tryin to convince someone to play golf with me this afternoon but no takers. It's easier to leave work early in pairs, lol. Life could be worse , I could NOT have a job and be bored and broke all in the same breathe. More later. Guess I'll just sit here and enjoy the coffee and the candelight with the soft music, maybe I can nap and no one will notice?

So I may have over reacted a smidge, the hair thing it all turned out fairly well. Although I couldn't just stop at a cut, noooooo. After 1 1/2 glasses of a really good cabernet I decided that copper highlights was exactly what I needed to top of my last minute make over. From the left , not to bad.... from the right well, I have a Pepe' le Pew stripe, hmmm no worries all photos for the next 6 weeks will be taken from the left. Then again there is always the ball caps.
Side note: I feel very lucky to have a job that allows me to dress like total SH!T. I have actually wore my Pajamas to work, I was half way ill at the time, but still not a word from anyone....Isn't that Sweeeeeeeet

ok, so it's 3:30 on a Tuesday and I have a bad case of the "I DON'T WANNAS". So, I've decided to leave early and get a hair cut. Sounds easy right,just leave and then drive to the salon and git-r-cut. Well, not in my world. I have the most unattractive, baby fine, stringy hair in the world and no amount of voluming anything will change that. So hair cuts to me are pure hell. Anyone who knows me, knows I hate hair and I would love nothing more then to shave my head or wear a ball cap for the rest of my life. Since Cella won't let me shave my head, unless I contracted lice (hmmm...note to self) and I am OVER the ball cap. Side story: been looking for pics to put on myspace and in every pic I've taken for the last 3 years I swear I have a ball cap on! Ok, that's it I'm gonna bite the bullet and just get the f@%^in' hair cut, if it sucks I can still go back to the ball cap and there still is a small, tiny, unheard of chance that it may look decent. Who am I kidding, I've had this same damn hair all my life and Jose' Eber couldn't do squat with it. Besides I need a reason to leave work early....refer to sentence one about the "I DON'T WANNAS"

So, It's official I'm old. All week long I look forward to Thursday night television. Survivor followed by Grey's Anatomy and then ER. Granted ER has been on a long long time. Just when I've had enough and all my favorite characters have left the building they go and bring one back and throw in a ton of drama. As for Grey's Anatomy...well I wasn't the one who started watching it but I got involved by association. The tragedy here is that My Name is Earl is on at the same time as Survivor...and I have a history with Survivor and no Tivo or DVR (old) so Earl losses. Top it all off with, we are babysitting the "PeePod" this evening and she better be good. Hard to watch TV with a screaming kid. Maybe I'll have to slip a mickey in the ole' Similac to calm her down before 7. I'll let you know how it all turns out, being that this is the most exciting thing that happens to me on a weekly basis. Matter or fact, television and the fall are like peanut butter and jelly, Wednesday TV isn't that bad with the new show Kidnapped and Tuesday are reserved for the guilty pleasure of Nip/Tuck and Weeds. OMG, I'm not only old I'm a couch potato and I can feel the brain cells slipping away as I sit in front of the box like a zombie, eating....fat too Aww....living the American Dream

So, I was thinking...how to use this space

anecdotes of my boring little life (I went to the fridge to get a soda as I watching Television, and came back to the coach with a soda and no remote control...I looked everywhere and then it hit me...I must have left the remote in the refrigerator...hahahahaha)

as a place to stretch the truth or out right lie perhaps telling people I am , who I wish I was (I'm 5 10' 110lbs, long Auburn hair and dazzling emerald eyes)

a general rambling of incoherent thoughts (I saw a cat on the road on the way to work but, that egg mcmuffin now that hit the spot.)

as a place to vent all my frustrations with society (Do you ever feel like you are surrounded by idiots?)

maybe I'll just type random thoughts as they pop into my head (my neck hurts, its cold in here, I'm kinda full from breakfast , yet its almost lunch time...should I eat anyway?)

Jury is out...

Thinking, I'll get back to you...