It’s Superbowl Sunday folks. That in translation means FOOTBALL. Our last little crumb before we head on into March Madness.
Just hanging at Gert’s awhile this morning. Had a little sleepover last night. (not THAT kind) (sigh) after an evening of debauchery and laughter. Seige (he’s new to the blog. I haven’t talked about him yet, but kids, this man is hysterically awesome. he and I? Gert called us Mr. and Mrs. Smith. We get a little outta hand but frankly, it is fun and I like it and there. you will get to know more about him as time goes by. . . cue music) and I rocked and rolled all night long to the bewilderment of Gert and MGirl with the evening ending with a collapsed Seige, and me stealing the wheel off of his chair, carrying it out in my bra and laughing so hard a little pee might have come out.

Is this reading as scattered as it’s coming out of my brain.
Yes.
Well then.

Here’s some really freaking great news:
I’m in a size smaller jeans.
Wearing them right now.
They are a tiny bit on the tight side, but I think they make my legs look ten feet long. I’m all over that. Feels good kids. Feels good.

I have to figure out how to take the video that SpencerforHire posted on my myspace page and paste it here. For some reason, one that I cannot remember due to last nights wheel theft incident, we got to talking Silence of the Lambs when he came in to get his hairs cut on Friday. At the same time we both started talking about the video….well I got home and he’d posted it and I od’d on watching it. Genius. I don’t really know what this says about my psyche, but it surely is fun!! maybe I can do it…

Point 8 today peeps! This brings it to a nice round total of 30 pounds lost. Or that dog up there. (party hat and cape not weighed) Sans Thirty. That’s me. It was freezing ass when I went today and almost slid into cars twice. Figuring the shaking and freaking out shook at least a hundredth of a pound off my arse. Bleagh. But I felt pretty good about that. Gave myself an Atta Girl. Halakaleem! I’m doing well with my goal to ditch another 30 by July 4th…talk about Independence Day!

The work day started as most snow days do. cancellations out the wazoo. Which sucks because this is the last day in the pay period and I was THIS CLOSE to making commission. I hadn’t checked it since Saturday but I knew going into this week that I needed EVERYTHING already booked to make it. Well, (say it with me) FLOP! Tuesday started with a text of a friend canceling and it just rolled right into the rest of the week, today being no different. I had one appointment at 4:30 when i left for weigh in.

shit the bed, I just touched my eyes with jallapeno laced fingertips from the black-eyed-pea salsa I made for tomorrows potluck!!!

I got a transfer client from another stylist. apparently she wasn’t going to have time to do the process in the time she was allotted so she gave her to me. Fine, I’m open, just sitting around reading a crappy crime novel so hooray! gotta live one!

This girl had thick thick hair. Ponytail as big as my fist. Long hair, to the middle of her back, way below her bra strap. long. She had about three to four inches of new growth that was pretty light. dishwater blonde we used to call it. The rest of her hair? box color BLACK. I have about as much love for that shit as I have for Deanne Holland. ha. So, ok. We make a plan. We have to color remove, then heavy highlight and then tint between to cover the funk that is left out of the packets. So I begin the color removal. I decide to soapcap with bleach and 30volume. Yeah. Hardly budged. So I used another lightener, with 40 volume. it budged a bit, then I added a specific color removal product on top of that. This was an hour of work and got her hair to a light to darkish brown and her roots were bright orange/blondish. So then, I do about a hundred highlight packets with bleach and 9 volume at the root so as not to fry it off, and bleach and 40 (that’s the highest/strongest) from midshaft(dirty!) to ends. then I had to go back and paint the brown on all of the leave outs only at the root.

I called my 4:30 and said come early so I could get this all worked out, she did and I got her color done in time to get the other girl in the shampoo bowl so her hair would not melt off. keep in mind, my 4:30 was processing and I still had to cut her hair. I took the packets out of the crazy hair and it HAD NOT LIFTED FOR SHIT. well, the roots were a beautiful clear platinum blond. midshaft to end was some sort of funky burnt sienna crap. great.
just.
fucking.
great.
So now, we tone. Mix up a formula for the roots. leave that on for about 10-15 minutes. Mix up another formula and apply that midshaft to end and let tone for remaining 10 minutes. By now, I realize I won’t have time to cut my regular client’s hair so I have to give her away and pay the extra ten bucks to the girl who’s cutting because her prices are higher than mine.
fuck around.
We finally accomplish a uniform color in the highlights and now it’s time to cut. She’d mentioned earlier that she wanted to cut it maybe almost kind of to her shoulders. (eyeroll)Ok. Fine. We do that. But she decides to go a little shorter. TO her shoulders. Great. I do the cut, the hair is looking fine. I’m almost finished and she says, well…….I kind of want it shorter like that girls and points to a freaking chin length bob. So, I do a second hair cut.

I have said all that to this to say, if only she’d have cut that shit off first, we could have eliminated the color elimination process and just bleached the EFF out of that hair. I almost cried. CRIED!!! All of that work, that precision work for nothing.

I know this is a long post but wait, the payoff is coming

Bright side, she prebooked for five weeks (more bleach) and her cost took me over my goal commission into the 60% bracket.

HALAMOTHERFUCKINGKALEEM.

that is what I say to that. This day ate me. But I have a nice glass(es)of wine and am going to myspace to oogle Spencerforhire’s pic of he and Bill. that would be Clinton. A few more glasses of this and I may…well. I may. I want to steal it and post it here so you can all oogle it. We’ll see how that works out. meanwhile, I have stained fingers, a ruined shirt and a big fat paycheck coming tomorrow. I love you. I’m heading to the bed with visions of a Redhead, Bill Clinton and George Clooney floating around in my bed.

I may be too exhausted to go to work tomorrow.

Snow here today. 2-4″ so THEY say. The frontier is covered nicely and it’s blowing like a crazy something out there. I”m putting off getting ready and leaving for as long as I can. Kind of want to stay in my jammies and hang out. I weigh in today and frankly I feel fat. Floppy flabby flabulous. Pffffffffffft.

However I have been having the most detailed dreams the past few weeks about a certain crush of mine…hanging out at his house, making out somewhere in public (which I don’t do so we know it’s a dream!) but all have been quite nice and somewhat sustaining. However, I would like to point out to the dream gods that this is all fine and dandy bout I could use a titch of the real thing ANY FREAKIN TIME!!!

Ok. That’s it for me. I have to find skinny weigh in clothes that are also warm for the blizzard of “08.

Huzzuah and Happy Thursday. Here’s to sunshine and warmth and that boy in my dreams and G.C.

It’s Roger’s birthday today. Halakaleem and Huzzah to you my dear friend!

I have to say, I’ve been mulling around a few ways to post this today, but have just settled on a big fat cyber party!

This man, has become so much more than a college director to me. He took me to NYC for the VERY FIRST TIME where I think i cried about every single day from sheer joy. We have been thru marriages, divorces, deaths together. Beginnings and endings galore. We have had so many laughter thru tears moments and some tears then laughter!!!

He is the most generous, giving, selfless man I know. His heart is bigger than Manhatten and nothing makes him happier than helping others. Always at the ready with maps, travel tips, advice, offerings to help with anything from moving to finding a house to move into!! Get an idea of what I’m talking about here? And this isn’t just to me or to people he knows! He’s put my friends to work,(Dionysas!) included my friends in tickets to the theatre (Kizz!) and made sure the gang of hairstylists all had proper information and maps for their first trip this past September!

Bottom line, kids, is this man deserves a Happy Birthday. You can leave any in my comments section so he can read them. If not for him, this journey I’m on, following this Bliss of mine, would be so much less. So much less.

I love you Roger. I truly do. You are my family, my heart, my friend. I wish you a year full of laughter and light. Now, go kiss Ma and you two have a great day full of joy. Cheers!!

HA!!

Your Lust Quotient: 60%

You are definitely a lustful person, but you do a good job of hiding it. Your friends would be surprised to know that your secretly very wild!

Hey Kizz, Lookie Here!!!

You Belong in Brooklyn

Down to earth and hard working, you’re a true New Yorker. And although you may be turning into a yuppie, you never forget your roots.

You Are 46% Evil

You are evil, but you haven’t yet mastered the dark side. Fear not though – you are on your way to world domination.

MeMe showed up today for her 11 a.m. appointment…at 11 a.m. When Bonusmom finally found the doc, she didn’t know his name, or the phone number, and sussed out the office phone number, she called to see if they could get her in later today. Actually, says the office lady on the phone, the appointment was at 10 a.m.

And so went the day.

We went to lunch and she yammered on and on and on about stuff that could be true…or not. She tried to sign the check with the pen that wasn’t clicked. Oy. Freakin. Vey.

I left them to go drive around more houses. Nuthin today. I went to work out then to the grocery store. Got home to start laundry and she’s decided to start a uilting club at her church so she’s going thru all of Bonusmom’s extra material and seperating it. We decided on supper, (tuna helper, roasted carrots) and now have settled in to watch the Bedlam basketball game. Bonusmom is at a meeting, but I’m guessing she’s just driving around in circles to avoid coming home! ha!!

she just started a conversation out of no where, which wouldn’t be alarming but for the fact that she started it in the middle and I have no earthly idea what she’s talking about!!

I have decided to not buy the house I was so into at the end of yesterday. There is everything right about that house. Truly. I thought it was charming and fantastic…but I didn’t FEEL it. I’d like just a little bigger, too. I have to keep a clear head, because I got so hopped up yesterday I almost exploded. Gert, bless her fabulous self wrote the nicest post…these words gave me pause, and gave me hope. Slept like the dead last night and frankly dear readers, I could go right back to the bed and get comfy and not care a whit.

Hopefully your Monday was easy and uneventful. I’m off to look thru more listings online, thinking great dream house thoughts!! does anyone have any idea as to how i can find forclosures in the area? All of the sites I’ve found require $$ for membership. flop. Let me know what you know.