Monday, June 30, 2008

Nostalgia

On Saturday, NBC aired the original episode of Saturday Night (Live) hosted by George Carlin. The first episode hit the airwaves in 1975 - I was fifteen years old and thought it was the most amazing piece of television I'd ever seen. I was smitten with both Carlin and the show from that point on. I saw Carlin perform live in Seattle in 78 I think. I wonder if my then-boyfriend was reminded of me as I was reminded of him as Carlin passed this past week.

While watching the show, I noticed a skit where Jane was wearing a tied-at-the-waist apron. I miss aprons - my grandmother had a bunch of aprons - most were functional, but the "fancy" aprons were always pulled out on holidays, when the women in the family dressed for our dinners, which included aprons made of organza and tulle, ribbons and lace to wear while prepping food. Aprons of that ilk seem to have gone out of fashion, as have many of the "home making" arts.

I was thinking of that this weekend as I was putting together a couple of fresh flower/plant/herb arrangements for the house. I picked a bouquet of what I think are bluebells for the table and since I was on a roll, went out to the herb garden and created not really a flower arrangement, but more a greenscape arrangement to sit on the coffee table in the living room. It has rosemary, artemesia (a couple of varieties), thai basil, mint, some blooming parsely and other stuff that I can't remember. It turned out really cute and smells delicious. It did make me realize that I would like to take a class in flower arranging. I know the basics, as Mom took some classes back in the day and taught me a few things - I'm able to recognize a properly designed arrangement, but could certainly use some help in creating displays of my own. Those classes just don't seem to be as available as they were some years ago, at least that I've seen.

I also cut up and froze some more of our bountiful zucs. I don't know how this will work, as I've never done it, but I just washed and sliced the squash and then put it in the freezer on trays to freeze as individual pieces then placed the veg into gallon freezer bags. I also did some onions that the neighbors gave us that way, as well as green peppers from our own garden. Then they just go into bags and are available to pull out by the handfuls for use in sauces, stir frys, etc. All in all, a very satisfying weekend.

Take good care of yourself. Be kind to others. Think back.

-Roxie

Sunday, June 29, 2008

Pick a peck of pickled okra

Well, not nearly a peck, just three pints. I don't know that I've ever pickled anything (except my liver on occasion). I didn't stuff enough okra into the jars and now they look a little meager, but I don't suppose that will effect the taste. Now the wait begins. Five weeks until opening the first jar. Our plan is to now freeze our okra until the time is up and then, if my pickling doesn't kill us, we'll see if the recipe that I selected is any good and make adjustments from there. The very fun thing is that I used dill seed from my own garden, as well. Oh, and I made the extra spicy variety.

Did make it to the gym on Friday afternoon for my hours worth of elliptical. Got up Saturday and took the dog for a walk, brought her home and then went out and ran for an hour. This morning calls for the same thing.

Spent the rest of the morning working around the new pavillion - taking down the ugly brown fence and hauling it off to the dump. Actually, the fencing was in good shape, being just over two years old and we set it off to the side in a nice neat stack, with the hope that someone would reuse it. A couple of hours later we made our second trip and the fencing was all gone. Hope someone gets some good use out of it, ugly brown stain and all.

Met Pebbles and Guy for a late lunch in downtown Grapevine yesterday, and then went out to the outlet mall and did some shopping. Actually, they shopped and I just hung out and looked at stuff. Still feeling far too frumpy to venture into the fitting room.

Don't know what today will hold. I must at least begin to pack because I will be on the tarmac in about 48 hours.


Take good care of yourself. Be kind to others. Don't be a dillweed.

-Roxie

Friday, June 27, 2008

Friday Night Fitness

I'm going to the gym before I go home from work. I will not pass the gym and go directly to my car, I will go to the gym. I will. Really.

Yoga Studio

Bick tells me that my yoga studio nee the-third-bedroom-now serving as the garage will be ready to decorate upon my return from vacay.

Hey, you decorator types, what would you do to create a serene yoga/meditation/reading room?

I am thinking of buying this chair.

A different step

My sister handed in her resignation yesterday after 16 years at her current job. She's decided that the job isn't doing right by her and I applaud her decision. It's the first step I've seen her take to stand up for herself. I am hopeful that this is the first of many. It was a difficult thing for her to do and I applaud her courage.

Take good care of yourself. Be kind to others. Be your own champion.

-Roxie

Thursday, June 26, 2008

Done.

60 minutes on the elliptical.

I think I can, I think I can

I will go to the gym today. I will.

I won't go afterwork, however, as I need to go to Reata south and pick up my big ladder. Bick thinks he is going to be very, very productive while I'm away on vacay. We'll see.

The tired hasn't let up. Could taking vitamins with minerals make you feel worse?

Take good care of yourself. Be kind to others. Do the next right thing.

-Roxie

Tuesday, June 24, 2008

If It's Tuesday, This Must Be Belgium

Tiredness abounds, even though I haven't done much in the way of actual manual work in the last few days.

I am going to the gym at lunch and will have to give myself a stern talking to in order to get me to the pool this afternoon. It seems I've been overtaken by exhaustion.

The funeral was good, as those things go, Bick said. It was a nice memorial that was true to the man who died, complete with stories and show tunes. Sad, but hopeful is how he described it.

The work crew was the most amazing thing I've ever seen. They worked like a well-oiled machine, a beautifully choreographed ballet, without so much as taking a break. They stopped for about 20 minutes for lunch to eat what I'd provided and then it was right back at it. The crew, consisting of The Kid's Dad, Ray (a guy that the Dad used to frame with) and Pancho, a guy that Ray currently works with. Ray was the saw guy, with Dad and Pancho the installers. The Kid and The Kid's 14 year old brother were also on the payroll. The 14 yo was assigned to Ray, and The Kid worked with his Dad and Pancho.

Boards were flying, measurements were barked and echoed, dueling air compressors and nail guns were hard at work. Bick and I just stood on the porch and watched in slack-jawed amazement as this structure went up. By the time Bick left to go to the funeral at 8am, the storage area was decked and framed in. By the time he got home, the structure was completely framed. He still had some labor money left over, as these guys were so much faster than he'd planned that at the end of the day, he asked them to stay over and finish the siding and the trim work. Turns out there is a shortage of shingles in Texas these days and our particular model that matches the house are in especially short supply - so Bick used the money to have a few more hours of work done on the pavillion. When the shingles come in, then we'll either hire the same crew to come back on some weekend or else he and I will do it ourselves. It's probably a better use of our limited skills than trying to trim out/box in eaves - Bick totally made the right call to get that done by the pros.

We've still got to install the special order storage unit-type roll up door that Bick wanted, but that should be pretty easy to do. There is some more detail trim work, but the bulk of the skilled work is complete. Paint will be next, followed by a several tons of decomposed granite. Then it's on to the rest of the fencing and backyard and garden redesign. That should be fun and take us well into next year, I think.

Take good care of yourself. Be kind to others. Instant gratification is, well, gratifying.

-Roxie

Saturday, June 21, 2008

Saturday Morning Post

I'm CrabbyPatty today - and yesterday. Unfit to be around, I suspect. I've been dreading this weekend - awfulizing, as is my wont.

Bick went to visitation last night. The funeral is today. The good news is that his mom didn't have a stroke, at least recently. The test results were showing a mild stroke that she had had sometime in the past. The doctors think the most recent episode is a result of a medication reaction. So that is very good news indeed. She is expected to be released from the hospital today.

Interesting thing I discovered last evening while I was trying to prepare food, snacks, clean up the house for the work crew this weekend - I was really pissed that I "had" to have all this food in the house that I couldn't eat. How stupid is that? I had a whole evening of "it's not fair" as I kept myself away from the cinnamon rolls, coffee cake and cheese cake, as well as the chips. I was just flat pissed. Don't know what to make of it, but it was the first thought I had again this morning - there is dangerous food in the house and I can't have any of it. I think this may pretty much be a dry drunk, in alcoholic terms. jesus.

Guy (Pebble's beau) had day surgery on his hand yesterday to biopsy a nodule that has returned after surgery back in February. The doctors have called in an infectious disease specialist, as this problem has been plaguing him for nearly a year and after countless treatments, plus on surgery, nothing has been resolved and his right hand has been nearly unuseable. Makes it kind of tough when you are trying to build an addition to your house.

Well, the first of the crew has arrived.

Take good care. Be kind to others. Have a cookie.

-Roxie

Friday, June 20, 2008

Update

Bick's Mom's stroke didn't appear to do much, if any, damage. She's still hospitalized and still undergoing tests, but appears to be doing okay. Bick's torn between going to see her and the wake/funeral of a long-time friend. At this point, his plan is to go to see his Mom (all his sisters are with her) when I go to WA - which is in just a little over a week. I'm so not prepared.

I've got an unsettling weekend ahead of me, with the framing/roofing crew scheduled to come in tomorrow bright and early. I just hope all goes well and on schedule.

Eating is still going well, although this weekend will be a challenge, as I brought home snacks, treats, etc for the crew. It will be tough to keep me out of them. Exercise has fallen off, between work and the stressors at home.

I'll just be glad when this workday is done and I can better get my ducks wrangled into a damned row.

Take good care of yourself. Be kind to others. Plan for coffee breaks.

-Roxie

Thursday, June 19, 2008

more upset

Bick's mom had a stroke yesterday. She seems to be doing okay, the damage not too extensive - she's still in ICU and we'll know more tomorrow.

Wednesday, June 18, 2008

brain dump

I am loving my books on tape. My commute is such a long one that I get through them pretty quickly. I'm also supplimenting with actual, real reading and am loving that as well.

My body decided to let go of a couple of pounds. Nice.

Things have not been good for Bick. One of his childhood friends was found murdered over the weekend. It's an ugly, ugly deal with all sort of rumors flying about. Bick will participate in the services in his hometown on Saturday.

The framing crew is scheduled to appear on Saturday morning, so I will be functioning as the GC. I'm being left with Bick's pickup and a pile of cash and told to make this happen.

We can't get any roofing company to even call us back, much less come out to give Bick an estimate on the wind damage he sustained during the nearly 80-mph winds we had a few weeks back.

If you miss picking zucs by even one day, you get some unuseable monster vegetables. Must wear glasses into the garden.

Read some distressing research that says if you exercise vigorously and then stop and gain weight, your exercise levels must now EXCEED your old levels in order to lose weight. I don't want to run that much! Very disheartening.

Pebbles called Bick last Sunday morning to wish him a happy father's day and to invite he and SadieLu (and me) to go watch a semi-pro baseball game set up for Dad's and Dogs on Father's Day. We didn't go, but Bick certainly appreciated the gesture.

Tuesday, June 17, 2008

Aftermath

It seems like everytime I try to gain some control over my weight, all I do is gain. After nearly a week of "watching it", I've gained a half a pound. Actually, I'm not really surprised - my body just hasn't been responding as it normally would and everything I've eaten recently seems to have a high salt content - so I'm chalking this up to water retention. Onward and downward!

By the time I made my long commute home, things with The Kid had improved. He had made his usual foray over to visit with Bick as soon as he got home and said that his dad had apologized and that he (The Kid) was feeling better. The dad came over at one point in the evening while I was inside fixing dinner - don't know what was said, but it appears that some sort of order has been restored.

With The Kid hanging close last night, I got out of Elvis duty. Seems Bick has a pretty serious nibble on the Cadillac, and the biter wanted to see a couple of more specific pictures before flying in this weekend to look at Elvis in person. So The Kid and Bick went up to the airport to pick up the car, get it cleaned up again, and take the requested pictures. That completed, Bick let The Kid follow him back to the airport driving Elvis (1/2 mile away) and on their way home, they stopped to visit with the airstrip owner.

The owner was outside checking out his RV, as he and the missus were a couple of days from leaving for a 2 month stint elsewhere. He mentioned that he was looking for someone to take care of the mowing around the airstrip while he was gone and Bick pointed out that The Kid would make an excellent mower. Bick plans to make a stop by the airport tonight to really talk with the owner about The Kid, lest he was put off by the black hair dye(wtf?) and the baggy-assed pants that he wears. Hope that works out.

Take good care of yourself. Be kind to others. Hitch up your britches!

-Roxie

Monday, June 16, 2008

Happy Father's Day

In his head he knew that Sandy wouldn't acknowledge the day. In his heart, I think he secretly hoped that she would come through. We had talked about his expectations a few days before the weekend and I knew he would be a bit tender. I decided that it might do us a bit of good to get out of the house and to go dance on some tabletops, metaphorically speaking. So I invited him out on Saturday night to dinner, followed by some bullriding (watching, not participating) and a Charlie Robison concert - cuz nothing says love and concern quite like a snot-slinging, bone-breaking, chute-crashing Brahma-cross bull. I had some other errands to run during the day on Saturday and I came home to learn that he'd asked our 15-year old neighbor to join us.

I don't know if I've talked alot about The Kid, but Bick and I adore him. He struggles academically in school, but is as chockful of common sense and gumption as any kid his age I've ever seen. He's forever coming over and jumping in to help us with whatever we are doing, either for pay or not. He is just trying to stay busy. Bick and I made it a point to try to attend some of his football games last fall and we each took some vacation time to make sure someone was there to support him if his parents were unable to attend. Our goal has been to make this kid see that the world has more to offer him than what he sees day in and day out in our neighborhood.

Our neighborhood is a neighborhood of the working poor. It's an mixture of white and hispanic - those on the bottom rung of the homeownership ladder. Many have bought out here because of the owner financing options and are overpaying for their homes, but their options are limited. Bick bought out here on the cheap because of the location and his desire to have a little bit of space. It's a pretty safe bet to say that Bick and I are better off, better educated than anyone else in the area, but since we are both from blue collar backgrounds, it's never been an issue for either of us. We are comfortable here and we like our neighbors. It is, however, disheartening to see the number of alcoholics in this neighborhood, and on that issue, Bick doesn't get a pass. He's another of the high functioning, alcohol-dependent men in the neighborhood who go to work every day.

The Kid's Dad falls into this category I think. I don't know a harder working man. He works 6 days a week as a diesel mechanic in a sweatbox of a garage and at least from outward appearances, he and The Kid have a good relationship under normal circumstances. I like this guy. He's always treated me and Bick well and he's been a good neighbor. The family is a blended one and is under a great deal of pressure right now - her 18 year old daughter is pregnant and while married, the new husband, also 18, is jobless and the baby is due in a month. Her son is 20 and is shipping of to Iraq in a couple of weeks. His father was just diagnosed with cancer. His oldest son is somewhat estranged. She doesn't work outside the home, as they have a 14 year old with some developmental problems and appears to need pretty constant supervision when not in school. So I am sure there are money woes, etc.

And last night things apparently went too far. I wasn't aware of any of it, as after dinner, I had fallen asleep on the couch watching TV while Bick went outside to mess around in the garden. Apparently lots of yelling could be heard from the place next door, with the Kid standing in the middle of his yard, his mom was outside as well and his dad was yelling at one or both of them from an open door. Bick heard his Mom say to the Kid "Go over to Bick's" and so he came over.

The Kid was in tears - crying like a little bitty kid, Bick said. Bick stopped what he was doing, took the Kid aside to find out what was going on. I don't know all of the details, as I wasn't there, but Bick said that the Dad and the Kid had evidently gotten into some sort of row and the Kid was ready to move out with his older, somewhat estranged brother in East Texas. Bick calmed the Kid, hugged him, encouraged him to talk about what had happened, gave him time to gather himself and talk about how he felt, asked if he'd been assaulted etc. Bick told him how much he/we thought of him - that we think he's very special and has many, many good things going for him and that our biggest concern for him was dropping out of school and that moving to east Texas would not make things easier in that regard. Bick talked about being an alcoholic and making many, many mistakes with Sandy and how he regretted things that he had said and done, just as he was sure the Kid's dad would. Bick offered our home as a place where the Kid was always welcome - to talk or not talk, just hang out or just get away from whatever was going on at home. The Kid said that he was tired of the fighting, the yelling. And Bick got to hear from the child's perspective what it was like to live in a home with fighting, alcoholic parents.

When Bick came in the house and woke me up to tell me what had happened, he was pretty much in tears himself. And with a new resolve to try to make amends for past mistakes with Sandy, without expecting anything in return from her.

Take good care of yourself. Be kind to others. Teach your children well.

-Roxie

Hopping down the bunny trail

Got a late start on my run on Saturday, so let it go at four miles. Hot weather has landed with a vengence here and I fear getting overheated. Next Saturday I'll have to start getting up much earlier to get my mileage in while before the sun comes up. Normally that doesn't happen until mid-July, but I'm struggling with the heat, it seems.

But my Saturday run was filled with bunnies! I think I counted eight along my route. Not in a herd, of course, but spread out along the route. I went back out on the same walking route that I took with Meg a week or so ago to get another look at some acreage that's for sale back behind us. 27 acres with a creek that runs through it for a reasonable price. We don't want that much land and I don't know that anyone would parcel us out between 5 and 10 acress. I don't want any more than 5 and Bick wants 15, so I don't know how this will play itself out. We are at least a year away from buying, but I thought I would check out something right in our back yard. Unfortunately, it doesn't look like my commute will ease anytime soon, as this is pretty much the area we will need to live in, if we both want to work in our current jobs.

Take good care of yourself. Be kind to others. Beat the heat.

-Roxie

Friday, June 13, 2008

Farm Fresh Onions

Our neighbors have bunches and bunches of onions. Too many for them to use and they are bringing them to us by the bagful. Last weekend I wrapped them in foil, added some olive oil and assorted herbs and threw them on the grill to roast with the ribs. All this week I've been adding roasted onions to just about everything. Yummy.

Same time next week

I was not able to stick with the weekly weigh in schedule. Idiot. So while I ate appropriately and exercised like a fiend, the scale did not budge one iota. And it shouldn't, necessarily. But I somehow convinced myself - me, with years of experience in this matter, that the scale should somehow magically reward my renewed efforts. It did not. And so this morning I feel like I have somehow failed, when in fact, I'm doing just fine. I'm not trying to crash diet, as I do know that way lies folly. I'm completely happy with a pound/pound and a half weight loss per WEEK. I just need to step away from the scale.

I did discuss with Bick last night my need to clean up the home environment a bit to make it easier for me to stay on track. He was completely supportive and actually this will tie in with our whole garage/yoga room exercise. In addition to serving as the garage, the third bedroom also serves as the freezer room and the pantry. The freezer could use a good defrosting and the pantry could use a good reorganizing. So we've declared June to be the "let's use up what we've got" month and try to eat from the garden, freezer and pantry. This will also allow Bick to throw some more dollars into the labor fund for the framers and roofers. Unfortunately, progress appears stalled as we can't get the damn store to deliver our lumber order. We placed it the day after Memorial Day, but it still hasn't been delivered.

Today will be a rest day. I feel like I need one. By last night I was just exhausted, but the good news is that I'm sleeping pretty soundly. My plan is to put in a few miles early on Saturday morning and then see what Sunday brings. Sundays are just my worst days and I need a new plan.

Take good care of yourself. Be kind to others. Patience is a virtue.

-Roxie

Thursday, June 12, 2008

Weights and measures

A little good news, if you could call it that. My scale at home weighs four pounds lighter than the scale-of-doom at the gym. Now this doesn't mean that I've magically lost four pounds, but it does allow me to compare apples to apples, rather than apples to say, mashed potatoes with extra butter and gravy. Mmmm, gravy.

So my new plan is WEEKLY weigh ins until I can get this Titanic righted and get on about my business. I read somewhere that diet accounts for 80% and exercise for 20% when trying to drop some poundage. While my exercise levels aren't nearly what they were two years ago, there are still pretty decent. I just need to focus on eating cleaner, less emotional eating and to get my ass out of the kitchen!

The crux of this issue is how do I manage me when I am in a relationship without completely losing sight of what is important for me. I seem all too quick to put other priorities in front of my own - as Bick said about me - I'll step in front of a bullet faster than anyone he's ever seen. I just can't seem to keep me in front of the line. I can't seem to make the little corrections needed to keep me on-course. And if I don't learn to do this, I might eventually have to make a big correction and change and I don't want to do that - I'm the happiest and most at peace that I've ever been. But yet, I'm doing this all to myself - I couldn't ask for a more supportive and understanding partner and yet I seem determined to undermine my own serenity.

Take good care of yourself. Be kind to others. Weigh your options.

-Roxie

Wednesday, June 11, 2008

In a pickle

Our very short okra has started to produce. It isn't even a foot tall and already I've had to throw away pods for being too large and stringy. We weren't paying attention, I guess. So the harvesting has begun - okra and zucs, zucs and okra - every day. Looks like a bad tomato and pepper year for me and my lettuce is bolting. I got one mess of heritage tarheel beans and then I think it got too hot and too windy.

So for my next trick, I am going to pickle okra. While I have canned, I've never really pickled anything, but I'm excited. Hot and spicy pickled okra will be the first on my list.

Take good care of yourself. Be kind to others. Be well-preserved.

Roxie

Tuesday, June 10, 2008

Wading back in

I stepped on the scales at the gym at lunchtime for the first time in months. The news was not good. Not good at all. I am no longer maintaining a hundred pound plus weight loss.

I'm doing okay with getting exercise. I'm just eating too damn much.

Monday, June 9, 2008

Groundbreaking

The strings are up, the footers are going in. The new structure has begun. Reader Meg was at the house during the kick-off and the golden shovel groundbreaking. Let's see - maybe by this time next year I"ll have my yoga room. Yep, that's what I'm getting out of this - the extra bedroom as a room of my own. I actually have a space of my own now - what was the dining room (if you were a midget) and then became the foosball room, but now has a bunch of stuff in it that we don't know what to do with. But there really is no door and as much as I love SadieLu, it's damned hard to meditate or yoga practice when the dog thinks you are doing these things just for her. So when I get the third bedroom, which is now called the "garage", complete with a door, it will become my own private oasis, complete with TV and dvd player ALWAYS set up with my Rodney. I'll get a comfy reading chair in there and paint the room of it to look like a Starbuck's, which always fill me with peace and comfort.

Had a most wonderful visit with Meg on her trip to the area. Never, ever enough time - it seems like we just get a good head of steam built up and then it's time to go. We did do some double-duty - going on a nearly three-hour walk and talking about a million miles a minute while doing it. The time just flew by and it was only the next day that my calves began to tell me that I'd put in some miles. Meg is embarking on a yearlong project to launch her own business and it's such an exciting time. I always love hearing about such creative and interesting projects - the energy surrounding such things is infectious.

The wind has blew off a good number of shingles off the roof and onto my car and scratched the crap out of it. The wind has damn near killed the garden, most everything has blown over or just been scorched with the combination of the heat and the high, high winds. Damnedest thing I've ever seen.

Take good care of yourself. Be kind to others. Build a good foundation.

-Roxie

Friday, June 6, 2008

Danica ate my homework

I declared today a work from home day. The indy cars are in town and traffic will be a snarled up mess all weekend. I feel a little guilty and may mark down some vacay hours, but I do have a conference call that I need to take at 2pm. I am hopeful that I will remember and that the gotomeeting technology works okay from home.


Longtime friend Reader Meg is in town this week and will be attempting to weave her way through the Danica fans - although tonight it will the the Truck racing fans to get here to Reata North sometime before midnight. I've routed her from Dallas through Denton, over hill and dale and out through Grandma's back pasture to avoid race traffic - if we see her before Sunday, we'll know it worked.

If I'm feeling really froggy, I may sneak up to the Jesus Gym to get in some exercise today. Just walking around outside counts as a core exercise with it being as windy as it is. My plants/gardens are just taking an absolute beating, although I did manage to harvest my first zucs this morning. The first zucs are always exciting; the last zucs are treated like trying to pawn off nuclear waste. I think I'll use them for dippers with tonight's dinner.

Take good care of yourself. Be kind to others. Do not spit into the wind.

-Roxie

Wednesday, June 4, 2008

Every child's nightmare

Brussel sprouts with lentils. Except it really was yummy. Bick and I are trying to do the vegetarian thing once or twice a week, so yesterday I went trolling for a recipe that contained the unlikely combination of brussel sprouts and lentils, two items that I had on hand. And I came up with this. The only thing that I would change next time would be to shred my sprouts and carmelize them on the stove top with the onions, rather than in the oven separately, but it was still a very good recipe, one that I will make again.

Did time on the elliptical yesterday and followed up with the afternoon splash time aka water aerobics with Angela or should I say, Devila. Good class that leaves me very, very relaxed and tired.

Take good care of yourself. Be kind to others. Eat your vegetables.

-Roxie

Tuesday, June 3, 2008

Simon, the god of hairdos: Electric Boogaloo

You'd think I'd learn. But apparently, not so much. I was pressed for time - with only a couple of slots open this week if I wanted to get my hair done in time for my July vacation. Yea, June is that crazy busy for me. So I went to the same expensive, but ultimately okay place to get my hair done.

The operator that I requested (and was confirmed with) was out on maternity leave so I had the option of going with someone else. I'd already taken an afternoon's vacation so I decided to proceed. Big honking mistake. I asked for a little more highlights this time and got big, brassy overprocessed horrible looking gunk. And I told her so. She then low-lighted it and it still looked like I had dark roots and that Sun-In look from the 70s. The manager finally came over and I'm going back on Thursday to have the regional style director and color specialist try to fix me.

Monday, June 2, 2008

A thousand simple pleasures

This weekend was just lovely and not as the result of any one thing. There were many, many things that were both small and wonderful. An early morning trip to the farmer's market, a quick, but nice visit with some friends, a morning spent with a cup of coffee in the garden, my first mess of heirloom green beans out of my garden, enjoying my new ipod and dining al fresco every evening.