Why? Because I left the hair coloring on just a little too long last night and now my hair is the color of night. I’m serious. I look like someone who decided to dye her hair reaaaaaaaalllly black. UGH. It looks horrid. I may have to go paint my nails black to match and tell everyone it’s just a phase I’m going through.
Soooo … here’s what I learned about myself over the weekend: I am incredibly claustrophobic if I am a passenger in the Honda for a long drive that involves sitting in traffic at the Bay Bridge. That really wasn’t fun. Once we put the top down, though, I was much better. Dinner with the Wech clan was fun and so was sitting on the porch of the B&B during a fierce storm. However, thinking I lost my wedding ring in the room – not so fun. That was scary! What a dork I am. I took it off to do something and woke up in the middle of the night and realized I didn’t have it on. But I didn’t even remember taking it off. That’s a scary ass feeling, I’ll tell you. But we found it when we moved the quilt a bit. PING! It bounced off the bed and onto the floor. What a lovely sound.
The cd’s from the Carolyn Myss seminar I went to in June finally came today. I’m soooo excited (and I just can’t hide it! I’m about to lose control and I think I like it (oh yeah!)) —> breaks into Pointer Sisters impression. I will transfer them to my Ipod and listen to it at lunch. There’s a trail that goes around the lake at work and I see people walking it at lunch and I think that might be something I can do. After all, I eat alone every day and if I get my Ipod going with something interesting (for example, Carolyn Myss), then I can cover some ground. I need some exercise.
Uh oh. I think I am heading into “Bitchlog” territory. I can feel it coming on. Don’t make me go into one of my anti-Bush rants (again). I may end up just creating a page for it so those of you who cannot bear to hear such blasphemy won’t be subjected to it. I am such a polite person, you know.