Sunday, September 23, 2007
Questionable Decisions and Taste
After growing out all those dead cells until they hung down over my shoulders, and acquiring all those hair bands, clips, and ties, I got it all chopped off and it feels wonderful. A local hair cutting professional was very stressed out, and the ladies in neighboring chairs were casting those furtive, sideways glances, but that messy, straight, fine, dry, time-consuming, good-for-nothing hair is history, discarded with yesterday's trash. Hallelujah.
Want head bands? They're in style now. I have brown, tan, dark pink, black, and assorted colors in plastic. I have those stay-put elastic bands for sports, too. Oh, and hair ponytail bands--any color on the planet.
Lately, I have been forced to listen to country music at work. Dreadful stuff, and this station we're subjected to plays a very small list of tunes over and over again. Adults should be embarrassed about listening to this stuff. There is ONE song that tickled my funny bone--and it's actually supposed to be funny. It's Brad Paisley's So Much Cooler Online (embedding has been disabled, but check it out on YouTube).
Daddy Niks has just entered his last year of being "seventy-something." He had a peaceful birthday this year, but we won't let him get away with that, next year. It's too bad about PSU losing to Michigan again, but I think that was his only disappointment for the day.
At work: the cafeteria is now totally dismantled, the mail room employees are gone as of this past Friday (some were crying--I won't be), a few more people have received Official Word of the End, and I am being trained to cover a couple people who are being forced to transfer to the sister warehouse, where they will probably get another year in before being laid off. (breath) Good times!
AND, I got a great closeout deal on Fort Collins Brewery's Chocolate Stout. It was cheaper than Yuengling, and yes, this is a big deal. I have not yet sampled the tequila I brought home with me, though. I don't know what's wrong with me.