- I woke up this morning with my forehead itching. Really, really bad. Then I run my fingers through my hair and ICK. Don’t worry. I don’t have headlice. But it felt like I didn’t wash any of the shampoo out of my hair last night in the shower. Umm…I can’t really remember. That would be weird for me. So first thing this morning I washed my hair. Now I’m sitting here with a towel on my head and a cup of hot chocolate. And no more greasy limp hair.
- Sorry if I grossed you out. It’s pretty nasty.
- Yesterday, my mom had to endure a drama-filled trip to Wal-Mart and a crazy employee who seems to have some issues. I know. I ended up on the phone with this lunatic. This requires a lengthy blog post. That will be up later today.
- Regarding the Olympics: I haven’t met many people that are upset about Johnny Weir (confession: I always spell his name “Weird” first and then have to backspace) not scoring higher, but there are a few. And what I think is the dude needs to decide what his goals are. I’m sure he loves skating, but reality TV and fashion seem to be right up there as well. I really hope that he does retire before the next Olympics. His attitude annoys me.
- Also annoying: Evgeni Plushenko. Dude, I’ve loved you since your halfway naughty performance of one of my favorite songs. But now? Now I don’t feel like I can use that video to rickroll people anymore. I’ve got news for you — what’s going on in your brain does not matter. Reality matters. You start making comments like that and people start questioning how much of a hold you’ve got on the world around you (can’t find the link, but what he said was, “In my brain, I actually won.”). I mean, shoot. When I was 13, in my mind, I was a viable candidate to be the bride of Prince William and go on to be queen. I think we all know what a hit I would have been. Seriously, that sounds like the plot of a bad movie. Oh wait. It was.
- Oh, we have a chance of flurries today? BIG SURPRISE.
- Tomorrow is my husband’s birthday. And it’s his last one in his 20s. Sigh.
- I always thought I’d end up with an older man.
- We’re celebrating at Red Robin during the week and this weekend we’re taking my parents to The Melting Pot. Yum. I love birthday weeks.
- Tonight I will make a beautiful layer cake and display it on this lovely wedding gift from Jolene and her hubby:
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That is so funny and I love that one of your ads this a.m. if for a free hair and scalp analysis! : )
-DWM
You assessment of Johnny Weir (I too think of his last name as weird minus the d) is right on. I think he’s capable of more, but he’s got too many interests apart from figure skating. In and of itself, this isn’t a big deal. He seemed happy with his score, so kudos to him, even if it was a rather Canadian attitude (I find they’re always happy with good efforts). I like controversial characters, so I don’t mind having him around.
Evgeni didn’t win gold because all his tricks were at the beginning of his program. Evan’s performance might have been “just as good” but it was more difficult. Hence, gold. Good grief. Also, he was way better.
I love Olympics! Thanks for blogging about them!
That vid reminds me of when I was in Spain and asked by my host mom what a “sex bomb” was. Kinda hard to explain in a foreign language, ya know?
I should have bought one of those cake plate for myself too.