I really need to make an appointment to get my hair cut. I hate getting my hair cut. Almost as much as I hate the mall. My hair is just so...blah. It's heavy and frizzy and just plain icky. It only looks good in the first 5 minutes after I blow it dry. My hair needs shape. I just hate change when it comes to my hair. And? I feel like if I get too much of it cut off, then I will look even more fat. As if my hair style could possibly slim me.
I know I have issues. Weird issues. Strange issues. But they're MINE! Shut up.
The nails on my left hand are seriously the longest they've been in years. I have to grow them out au naturale since I can't afford to get my nails did on a regular basis. Now my right hand, I am right-handed, are just kind of eh. They always get broken easier. I need to trim both hands to an equal length so I don't look odd.
I've had a couple of months of thumbing my nose at my weight loss efforts. I very much need to stop that. I had lost 22 pounds. I need to keep going.
I'm beginning to worry about the upcoming year. My oldest will be a senior and there will be SO. MUCH. TO. DO. Senior pics, grad stuff, college choosing, more formal dances, etc...It makes my head spin just thinking about it.
This is also the last summer Brianna will be in marching band. This makes me sad.
We had a storm move through here earlier this evening and then a seriously large rainbow. It was still raining so I was standing outside in the rain, plastic baggie over my camera, trying to get a good shot. It doesn't get much more redneck than that.
My purse is a vast wasteland of crap. It needs cleaned out in the worst way.
My bedroom is worse.
I don't want to tackle either one.
Now, I must go to bed. It's my early week at work this week. That alarm will be going off sooner than I would like.
No, no. Not THOSE hooters! This is an update on the owls.
I am sad to report that I THINK one of the owls, Hootie or Oliver, I'm not sure which, met his demise on the street under his tree sometime in the night/early morning hours of Friday. **pause for moment of silence**
How devastated was I when I left for work on Friday morning and I saw smooshed birdie, feather's flapping in the wind on the road, just below the tree in which my hooters resided? The feathers were the color of my hooters, as well. Now, I haven't seen ANY of the owls for several days, so I am not entirely sure it was Hootie or Oliver, but for now I am assuming that we are one Hooter short of a full bra. (ok, ok, SORRY! I couldn't resist!!)
Anyway, I am quite sad that we've lost one of the owls. I am hoping for a sighting, soon, so I can make sure his brother is ok.
Monday morning, as I was backing out of the driveway, I saw an owl sitting on our front sidewalk. If I hadn't been running late, I would have stopped and marveled for a while. As it happens, I WAS running late, (Bubba: "Go figure.") so I couldn't linger, but I did see that there was a second owl and they both flew up into one of our trees as I drove by.
Way cool. Like WHO (pun intended) gets to see owls that often?? Among people in the city, I mean.
We had a huge storm last evening and it rained into the night so this morning there was a big puddle on our front sidewalk. I heard some strange loud bird chirping and looked out the front window and there were the owls standing in the puddle, I don't know, drinking? Bathing? I watched as they hopped around a little and then they flew up into the tree again.
Yay! They seem to be staying. So now I am on a mission to get some photos. Yeah. It's not really working. BUT! I did get a short little video of them in the tree which I shall now post for your viewing pleasure.
In case you can't hear what I'm saying, we're naming them Hootie and Oliver. Plus, I KNOW you can't see them very well. It's better on my computer so you'll have to come over and watch it, sometime. But, just to orient your vision, the owls are just below that slanted branch. See? Riiiiight...THERE! And no, we don't live on an interstate, though judging by the noise in that video, you'd think we live directly next to I69!
Bubba wanted them to be Hootie and Blowfish, hence the name of this post. Blowfish was nixed. I win.
Updated to add: You can see the owls much better over at my flickr.
Though I've never had one before, I am pretty sure I had a panic attack at the mall a few days ago.
Now, the first thing here is that I loathe the mall. With a capital LOATHE. But, Books-A-Million is in the mall and has it's own entrance from the outside. Bubba gave me a gift card for Mother's Day for B-A-M so I decided I'd go there on Monday because everybody was going to be gone. I spent 2 hours just browsing. Here's the thing with that. I have a hard time buying new books when I know I can get them for free from the library or my aunt. I can't spend money on magazines because that seems an even bigger waste. I can't spend money on a book that isn't thick because that seems to be a waste, too. So I wandered around and around and around. I didn't buy any books. I did buy something but it wasn't books or book related, even. I'll post photos of what I bought, but it's at work so that'll be another post.
Anyway, like a dummy I decided to walk down to the Blondie's Cookies store and get a cookie. I thought it was closer to the bookstore than it actually is, but I went anyway.
Have I ever told you one reason why I hate the mall so much? WAY too many reflective surfaces (ie:windows and mirrors). I'm not kidding! I can't stand to see my full length reflection. Blech.
So, I made it to Blondie's (home of the most over-priced cookies on the face of the earth) and ended up with 3 cookies. But, as the lady was getting my change, I started feeling strange. I got really hot and sweaty and like I couldn't catch my breath. The only thing I could think about was getting the H out of the mall! I had on stupid sandals that I couldn't walk fast in and I was trying to keep my composure as I headed for the exit. I wanted to run very badly but that would bring attention to me that I didn't need or want.
THEN! THEN! The ding dang dong janitor guy was suddenly beside me, pushing his cleaning cart at the exact speed I was walking. I was near tears because I couldn't get around him. Finally, I had enough wits about me to stop and let him pass me and I finally got through the doors to the blessed outside air! I couldn't get to my car fast enough! It was sweet relief to get in and close the door. By this time I was crying and gasping for air and my hands were shaking.
I sat in the parking lot for a while, hoping nobody was noticing me and because I am totally an emotional eater..I crammed a cookie in my mouth.
It was all very embarrassing and scary and unnerving. I hope it doesn't happen again any time soon. I really don't want to have to take medication for panic attacks. I hope it doesn't come to that.
Needless to say, I won't be venturing to the mall again anytime soon. Not without my security blanket named Bubba, anyway.
I thought I was only a couple of episodes behind on Lost. Turns out, I was something like....oh...6 episodes behind. Yeah. That's how long I've been avoiding blogs talking about Lost. Jeez. So, today, I've been playing catch-up. I'm not to the finale yet, but, OMG Danielle! Carl! Alex! I know, I know, they really did nothing for the story lately, but OMG!
Does anyone else out there read PostSecret faithfully every Sunday? I know it's not a new site and old news to everyone, but I love it. Sometimes the secrets are funny. Sometimes odd. Sometimes sad. Almost always powerful.
Have you ever thought about what YOUR secret would be? What would your postcard look like? I think about that every time I look at the site. Only one or two things come to mind for me. Is that good? I don't know. Should I not have any secrets at all? I think that is impossible.
Leave a comment and tell me what your secret would be. Anonymously, of course.
