Emmylou Harris, Allison Krauss, and Gillian Welch- Didn't Leave Nobody But the Baby
Soggy Bottom Boys- I am a Man of Constant Sorrow
Wearing: This really cute and sparkly wine colored babydoll shirt, black pants, and those heeled mary janes (again!) with curly hair and sparkly rhinestone hair clips. Dangly wine colored earrings. Wedding Ring.
Eating: Chicken Fried Rice with 1 Eggroll
"Take Action" Link of the Day: Mom's are discriminated against while seeking employment, based on children and marital status.
I have had a bout a BAZILLION thoughts to blog about. Most of them brief. Then I sit down and I can't remember them. Argh!
Last night, as I was getting ready for bed, I saw a new pimple and I was like "NO!" and then I realized that THIS SATURDAY (as in like 2 days away) is my 10 year class reunion. And I did not, even ONCE think about what I might wear. What does that tell you? Well, I know what it tells me. I am so super comfy in my own skin and as myself, I am not even concerned about what I will wear. I see lots of my friends on a regular basis. No reason for this to be any different. Right? Am I wrong? Should I be shopping? Oh boy. Am I unprepared? Nah. I think I'll just wear my camo pants and my matching jimi hendrix t-shirt. I'ts my outfit that I feel super comfortable in, I have room to eat lots of food, and it reflects my personality. And when I wore it in Utah, my friends Carrie and Angela said "Oh you look so freakin cute!" so I guess that means it's A-OK. And now that I think about it, I wore it to Jackson's one weekend- so maybe he can give a seal of approval or vote for something else. I think I might curl my hair for something different than the same old straight hair. It's just an outdoor family picnic, and I am excited about it! I am thinking of going to the football game Friday night, it's the homecoming game. I guess I SHOULD wear school colors but I don't really have any... except my tennis shoes. So we will see. So comment people! Wear the Camo pants or go SHOPPING?!?!
Note to self- ask to borrow Anya's camera to take to the reunion since I haven't bought my new one yet.
So I finally made it to the salon to pick up the liter of shampoo they ordered for me when I left for Utah. I am a salon whore. Since I was 16, I have been loyal to three salons. IN all fairness, the first one closed and I followed my hairdresser's daughter to a new salon. Then I moved to my current Salon, Guys and Gals in Princeton, because my friend Kelly begged me to let her cut my hair, and she did such an awesome job, that I had to go to her. She can cut and color like no other. It's like she's inside my head. I almost don't have to tell her what I want. She just does it, and I always love it. I do, however, still go to Rita's Rendezvous because Trish Moon does the most excellent manicures and pedicures. Not to mention she is super cute, super sweet, and lots of fun. I just love her to death. She is also the one who initially convinced me to buy a CHI Ceramic Straightening Iron, and I usually buy my styling products from them because they have what I like, and they are super happy with ordering what they don't have on hand. It's difficult to find a salon that carries Biolage, and they have a huge selection of Big Sexy hair products, which I adore. So I split my time between two salons.
Another thing that dawned on me today. I do not like caramel as much as I am apparently supposed to. I know that sounds bizarre. But just today I realized for real that people REALLY like caramel. Hmm. I don't mind caramel topping. But it is NOT the first, or even second on my list. I don't really care a whole lot for caramel candy bars. I don't really care alot for eating caramels themselves (the square ones) and although I do LOVE me some taffy/caramel apples, I am not really one to sit and dip apples in melted caramel. I don't know what it is. I have just never been a real caramel fan. I guess I thought everyone just sort of tolerated caramel, but lately people have been making lots of comments about "oohh the caramel ones." I love turtles, but I am totally in it for the nuts (Bet you'd never thought I'd say that! LOL) and the chocolate. I guess that peanut butter and peanuts are my caramel. Give me a peanut butter cup, peanut butter M&M, or anything peanut and chocolate ANYDAY.
Just in case I haven't mentioned it enough, or in case you didn't HEAR me, I should tell you (again) that you should buy the Wreckers new CD. The entire CD is fabulous. I find myself singing along constantly. I also find me singing the songs without accompaniment occasionally.
Ohhh have any of you tried the new Blogger Spell Check lately? If you switch to Blogger Beta, you will love it! You click the spellchecking button and it HIGHLIGHTS all misspelled words in yellow. You can just scroll through and ignore all the ones that you know are your own "lingo" and then just click once on any highlighted word and suggestions pop up like in Office 2003. It's swEEt. One downfall. I thought that if I turned it on and then typed, it would show me what I was misspelling as I went along. But no such luck. It just highlights what you already have typed, not what you ARE typing incorrectly. But still, Wicked Cool. And I have alot of Lingo. People often say that I write as though I am really having a conversation. What they don't know, is that I grew up talking to myself. Another thing I got from Daddy-o. He talkes through and rationalizes everything, laying out his options to himself. When I first started working at my current job, co-workers would always say "Did you just say something to me?" and I would be all like "no." and they would say "Wow, I swore I heard you say something" and I would be like "Oh, I was talking just not to you?" and they would all look around because we would be the ONLY people there. So yeah, I talk to myself. And I like it. I even talk dirty to myself. Chew on that for a while, eh?