Saturday, February 25, 2012

New Hair

Shit. I am going to have to start putting a black oval where my face belongs. I look like a tired old basset hound, anymore. :P

 I toned it, this morning and it is much more even. I am liking it. I still need to gently but firmly tweak the lift and tone a bit... I want to abolish more of the dark gold and red tones, but I don't want to push my hair too hard, too fast. It came through everything in great condition (strand tests rule, never do colour without one! :D) and, from a test I did, this morning on my previously tested strand, can take a good bit more and still be fine. My hair always did hold up amazingly well to peroxide. Anyway, yeah. I am happy with my hair and have to smile, every time I look in my mirror. I finally feel like me, again. :D

It was another beautiful day, here today. Seventy, sunny and a dreamy, warm little breeze. A beautiful harbinger of Spring.

Food is good, today. I think I need to take some extra potassium, tho. I had monster leg cramps, last night in my thighs. Both. Jerked me out of a sound sleep and I was in agony. I couldn't move, just try to breathe through the horrible and try to survive them. I hate leg cramps. And I dread and fear them and I get them pretty often. Yuk. My thigh muscles are crampy, this evening, too. I dread going to bed. 

I'm going to get that potassium and I think I'll see if there is a banana floating around here, too.

Friday, February 24, 2012

I'm Blonde! :D

Ni pictures, yet. I have one more thing I need to do then I will have it as I want it and can take photos. I'm pretty happy with it, overall but my roots and crown are a little lighter than I expected and a little yellow. I am going to go to Sally's and pick up some 10 volume and a toner to match my length and cool my hot roots and crown down a bit and finish it all off with some of that purple conditioner and I should be all set.

Looking in my mirror is a little strange, right now hee hee... but it is also like coming home. I am a light haired person by nature and personality and I have been wanting to do this for a very long time. Needless to say, I am staying this way, now. No more forays to the dark side for me. Right now, my roots and crown are about a level... 10-ish and my length and ends more like an 8. I actually prefer the slightly darker, cooler tone of my length and ends and I want all of my hair to match that tone.

Oh, all of my greys? Not a damned one of them got covered. ha ha Which is fine. I kind of like them, to be perfectly honest and now they look like really super light natural highlights running in streaks and strands throughout my hair. I can dig it.

Yes, I am a child of the seventies. :P

Food is good, so far. I did my customary smoothie for brekkie and am munching on a turkey sandwich and a few Special K cheddar cracker chips for lunch. I am drinking my water pretty well... I am not going to get a huge amount down because I have to go out later and I'll be hanged if I am going to spend all of that time running from one ladies room to another.

It's a really gorgeous day, here. It's 57, right now, according to The Weather Channel. It feels warmer than that, to me but whatever. It's supposed to top out around 62. I can live with that.

Mmmm... Diet Pepsi... *slurp*

I keep looking down and seeing my hair and thinking, "Huh?!?!" for a second. I'm going to adjust quickly, tho.

Okay. I need to finish my lunch and get some makeup on so I can run out, later. 

Strand Test In

Fingers crossed.

Thirty minutes to go...

*drinks coffee... checks watch...*

Thursday, February 23, 2012

Title Assery Goes Here

So, I finally did it. I was in Sally's tonight... Originally to buy a couple of new polishes. There are two or three more the the China Glaze Electropop collection I wanted; I had Dance Baby and Techno in my hand and I wandered over to the hair colour section. Stood there and hemmed and hawed and thought and debated with myself and finally had a nice little confab with one of the gals who works there and walked out sans polish (I can always go back for them, this weekend ;)) carrying a bag with a ton of tubes of high lift blonde colour and two big bottles of developer. 

God willing and the creek doesn't rise and my strand test works, by this time, tomorrow, I should be a blonde, again. After all this time. November of 2006 was the last time I had my "natural" colour and I have missed it so. much. Yes, I now have dark hair (I am between a level 5 and 6, in case you were wondering) but I was born blonde. I was platinum blonde as a child and as I got older, my hair got darker. I dyed it blonde for years. Went brunette a couple of times, always lightened it again. Then in '06 I went first brunette, then spent a year and some months a henna redhead. Loved what henna did for my hair. Seriously, if you like having red, consider henna. It is fabulous in the extreme. But I am just not a redhead in my heart. 

I tried to remove the henna. Didn't happen. That shit is permanent. I am talking you can't nuke it out of your hair permanent and I destroyed my tailbone length hair in the process. *waaahhhhh* So, too long story short, I now have virgin hair and am over my base colour. I hate it and I want my blondie locks back. Nao! A salon visit isn't in the cards. One of the cars needed repairs and having a running and safe vehicle trumps my vanity so I am going to do it, myself. So, strand test, first then hopefully, full head. I am excited. I like to colour my hair. Always have. I loved doing henna. It was a day long process, a ritual that I just adored. Yeah, I know. I am seriously weird.

Anyway, if the blondification works, I'll post pics. Promise. :D

It was almost seventy, today. I sat in my Sanctuary doing my makeup today with my window open, enjoying the lovely, balmy breeze blowing in. Once the sun went down it chilled off fast but the day was just lovely. It might get over seventy, tomorrow. :D

Okay. I am tired. I am dappled and drowsy and ready for sleep.

Oh! I drank lots of water. But my eating wasn't stellar. It wasn't a total washout but... Yeah. 

I am an asshole.

Wednesday, February 22, 2012


Oops. I did it again. Went a long time between posting. I don't mean to. But lately, every time I think about blogging, my Internet goes down.And if you think that I am full of shit, just come see our crap node that keeps crashing. I am on high speed cable modem and the company recently upgraded the service without first updating the infrastructure on which it runs. Hence the crashing of my Internet and hours and hours of no Internet, at all.


I had a good day, yesterday. Not so much, today. I kind of went crazy on a bag of low fat potato chips (yeah, yeah, I know...) and boy, am I ever paying for it, tonight. This evening, Explosive Man has got nothing on me. *cries*

That'll serve me right.

A part of me is wondering if Spring is going to spring early and that Winter is, for all intents and purposes over. I wouldn't mind, really. I am enjoying the unseasonably warm weather. It is supposed to be 67, tomorrow. That is freaking hot for this area, this time of year. Yes, I am in Arizona, but at higher elevation and it actually gets cold here and isn't supposed to be almost seventy in February.

We went walking at the lake, last night. There was just enough daylight to get a good mile in real quick, by the time William got home from work. We ar planning to hit it on Friday, again. I need exercise. So. Bad.

Urgh! Massive hot flash! It feels as if heat ants are crawling up my bod and I am on fire. Sometimes they are worse than others. They seem to be bad, lately.I was under the impression that this far out from my surgery, I wouldn't have the damned things any longer. Ha! Fucking liars.

Monday, February 13, 2012

Monday, Monday

Good Monday Morning!

The weekend wasn't much of anything. I was a total sloth. I mean, total. I sat around all day, yesterday trying to get my nail art right. Absolute fail. Jacked up funky French tips. I need to get this shit off my nails before it drives me crazy. Oh no, this design didn't take all day, I did another one that was a total wreck and had to be cleaned off after hours and effort and dry time in between stages. and just... gah!!!

Eating, yesterday? Gah!


I am drinking coffee, answering e-mails and trying to get a blog post in before my Internet decides to go tits up on me, again. The dumbassery it takes to launch a new Internet service and not upgrade the infrastructure that has to carry it is mind boggling to me. Nodes keep crashing, there is noise in all of the lines and they are spending more man hours and money putting out fires and patching it together than if they had just done it properly in the first place. But what do I know? The increased speed and capability of the new Internet is nice but it doesn't do me a hell of a lot of good if it is down. KnowwhatImean?

Okay, I need another cup of java and I need to get my day started.

Friday, February 10, 2012

A Double Dose of my Crazy, Just for You: Bring on the BYOC

Hello hinnies. Time to do the BYOC thang. I missed last week, so I am doing a Double Feature, this week. I get yappy in this one so buckle up, kids.You're going to be here for a while.

 1. Name a Valentine gift you would NOT want to receive.

 Herpes.(Hey, you asked. :P) An appliance. Clothes. A bottle of body wash... You get the idea. STDs and normal, everyday type items are off limits when it comes to pressies.

 2. What’s your vacation personality? Do you act/eat/talk/do things differently or completely opposite from when you are not on vacation?

I go into total chill mode. I let go of all responsibility and thought of the everyday and I throw myself completely into relaxing, enjoying myself and letting others do the cooking, cleaning and fretting. 

A vacay sounds really, really nice, right about now...  

 3. Describe yourself in 5 POSITIVE words.


 4. Do you have any phobias or irrational fears or dislikes?

I am absolutely phobic about heights. We are talking freak out just seeing high places on TV or in a movie. I have been known to panic and nearly pass out at the top of an unfamiliar flight of stairs (imagine how fun it is to live in a home with a staircase. I am still nervous when I hit the top of the stairs to go down. And my room is, you guessed it... Downstairs.) and can't bear even standing on a dining chair. Glass walled elevators are unthinkable, I can't handle them. I can't be near a window on any floor above the ground floor of a building and forget about stepping out on a roof. Not going to happen. 

I am afraid of the dark and I sleep with a light on. 

Clowns creep me out. Totally. Creep. Me. Out. *shudder*  

 5. Have you ever bought undies/bra/lingerie for someone else? Or has anyone ever bought them for you? How was the “experience”?

Nope. I don't buy undies for others (if you don't count picking up packages of Hanes or Fruit of the Loom for my guys) and I don't want others doing so for me. I have very specific tastes in undies and "sizing issues" and have no wish to inflict them on someone else. 

 6. Do you have an internal song you replay in your head that is just yours?

Aside from the odd earworm? Yeah, this one:


Hey, don't judge me. lolol

 7. I heard on the news the other day that something like 80% of people think a tan person is way sexier than “not tan”. How do you feel about that? Do you tan? Fake bake? Real sun? Or do you wear SPF 150?

Okay, I admit it, I like to be tanned. Not leathery, old suitcase dark brown (I am not trashing people who are naturally dark brown, so stand down! I am stating my preference for my own skin.) but a nice, sun kissed glow? Yeah. I dig it. I usually end up with a mix of natural and applied tan in warmer weather. 

I can't just slap on any old sun protection or cosmetic that claims to have SPF as I am allergic to chemical sunscreens. I have to use a naturally sourced, mineral sunblock.  Those products are effective, tho I do tan some through them and they are stupid expensive. I know that my skin is more important than my budget but I often save money and get golden. 

Shopping for makeup is a lot of fun, let me tell you. I have to carry a list of chemical sunscreen ingredients with me and scrutinize each and every label of each and every item I buy. No ingredients list? No buy, no use. I wish that cosmetics companies would stop putting chemical SPF in almost every-fucking-thing they  release! I honestly believe that a lot of problems people have with their skin; redness, breakouts, itchiness and so forth is because they are sensitive to the highly irritating sunscreen ingredients packed into everything from moisturizer to lip balm to leave in hair conditioners. 

Not that I am ranting, or anything...  

 8. Do you vote in the presidential election? Do you vote based on news, family opinions or research or your gut?

Yes, I vote. I don't vote based on news or family opinion or other external factors. I vote my conscience and my gut. Yes, that usually ends up with me voting down my party line, but not always. 

And that is as far as I am willing to discuss anything political on this blog. 

9. Do you have any odd little OCD-ish quirks?

I don't like odd numbers, so I had to add an extra question to this BYOC to end on an even number. I also like things balanced, symmetrical, even. I think that is one reason why I like more traditional, formal decor. Contemporary decor tends to be too off balance to please my eye and brain and my sense of what is right.

10. Repeat question: Summarize your week in real life and in blog land.

Yeah. I'll get right on that. :P

Thursday, February 9, 2012

More Sunshine

I am growing tired of the sunshine. We need rain so badly and it is so dry. The only precip we have had all this Winter was a small snowstorm the first of December and a few sprinkles of rain. It is going to be a bad fire season, this year and I am soooo happy that we aren't living in the forest.

I need to get my lazy arse in the shower and get myself pulled together. I would like to run out to Ross, later. Hopefully, they will have the new Color Club Spring collection in. It's been a while since I have found anything good there so it's time. Yes, indeedy.

I am having good day  s and bad, with my eating. Today is going very well. May it continue. I need to make it continue. This whole bullshit of "I'll just eat this today and start again, tomorrow", can't continue. It just can't because tomorrow isn't the right time Now is.

Yesterday was headbanger day. My head was so bad that I wished that my brain would implode and I wanted to throw up all day. Urgh. I still haave a headache but at least I can function, today.

Marley keeps trying to climb on me so that he can get warm. He is under the impression that I am a human cat warming device.

Wednesday, February 1, 2012

What a Bunch of Whiners

The Biggest Loser is populated by a bunch of pissers, moaners, complainers and whiners, this season. Seriously. Waaahhh, waaahhh, waaahhh. Excuse, excuse, excuse. Bitch, bitch, bitch.

I am no better; not really. That is all I have fucking done, this last year. Whine. Complain. Make excuses. This season is actually a learning experience for me. And it is holding up a mirror in front of my face and showing me my own bullshit. Because I sure am full of it. Bullshit. Stuffed to the gills with it. Stuffed to the gills with excuses and complaints and victim mentality and nonsense.

Oh yes. I see it. And I am turning it around. Step One, completed. I bought batteries for my scale and grew a set and stepped on it. 291.0 pounds. *sigh* It is a good news/bad news scenario. The bad news? I am up eight pounds for the year. Good news? I am still down seven, overall for the year. Not good and I am hardly happy or impressed with myself. But I am glad. Oh-so-very-very-very-glad that I didn't blow myself right up over three hundred, again. That is something that could have so easily have happened. *blows out a huge sigh of relief*

Step Two, in progress. Stay on track. Stay accountable to the most important person in this whole thing. Me. (No, not you, Me/Draz lol tho yes, to you, too. ;)) I am what matters, here. And I do matter and I have to keep reminding myself of this fact each and every frakking day. Because I am worth it, dammit! Each and every one of us are worth it! We really, really are! I have to constantly guard against sliding back into my old thought patterns and hate self talk and self loathing. It isn't easy. I don't deserve it. I don't deserve to be hated by others and I most certainly don't deserve to be hated by myself.

Step Three, in progress. Fluids; three quarts a day, minimum. At least tow quarts a day must be plain water. I am not going to force myself to down six quarts of water a day. I am not going to force water to the point that I am gagging every time I pick up my water bottle. Hydration should be healthy. Not drudgery and torture. When I start feeling as if I am being water boarded, it is time to re think my approach. The thing is, by setting a three quart target, I am coming in at closer to four. I can live with that and I think that is good, for me.

Step Four, exercise. Silence is telling.

So, that is where I am, right now. Welcome to February. No more wasted time.