Tuesday, September 28, 2010

Bob Free!

As you know, a little over a year ago I cut my hair from halfway down my back to cupping my chin. Yeah, I know I was stupid -- and I've hated it since.

Growing hair out sucks. The awkward stage is, well, awkward.

So, I was pleased to find tonight, during my regular trim, that my hair is long enough to get rid of the bob!!! It feels like I am close to having "real" hair again. I'm so excited!!!

And...I decided to sexy it up a bit and add some side bangs.

Sorry about the crappy cellphone pic, but what do you think?

I think it totally Sazzles...

Thursday, September 16, 2010

One Month Mission

Yesterday, I got a little card in the mail telling me that Niko needs a few shots in exactly a month.

Hmmm...Problem. She's fat.

You see, the vet gives me a REALLY hard time that she doesn't weigh 85 pounds...but more like 98 pounds.... Now I could go on and on about how she is an ENGLISH lab, not an AMERICAN lab and how they are stockier, shorter, etc... but I won't. I understand she is a big girl and we need to get to work.

We have exactly a month to turn her from this:

Into this:

Tonight we went for a jog. She went crazy, barking at a little dog, some cute guy runner saw it, and we both almost died of exhaustion...apparently we both need the jogging. Needless to say, it was a rough one.

One month 'til the weigh-in...prayers are welcome :)

Wednesday, September 15, 2010

Happy Sad Birthday

Today a sweet, little boy turns 6.

I'm quite certain he doesn't get the cards or photos I send...and quite certain I'll never see him again...

To the little boy I loved like my own:

"I love you Monkey. Life isn't the same for me and Niko without you. I miss coloring, playing cars/monster trucks/trains, watching you cuddle with Niko and the hugs. I hope you are loving first grade and that you get everything you want for your birthday. Please know it's not a choice that I no longer get to see you. Niko and Nonie love you and miss you more than words can express!"
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Sunday, September 12, 2010

Congrats Scotty Potty!!!

My brother, Scott, just got engaged!!!!

To be fair...I knew it was coming. I talked to him about a week ago and he told me that he had the ring and was thinking about a plan.... I don't know if he told me early because he was excited, or if he was sick of me hounding him to propose :)

I love his finacee, Sara! She is a beautiful woman who is caring, funny and great with children. I couldn't be happier with Scott's selection of my new sister.

The wedding is in August...so I have to make sure I'm looking HOT -- after all, he is 5 years younger than me and getting married before me. I have also elected myself as dress-finder for my mom :)

Congratulations Scotty and Sara!!!!

Thursday, September 9, 2010

Ghetto Injection?

So...am I ghetto?

I get a shot every few months. The way it works is that I get a prescription and pick up the vile at the pharmacy. I, of course, have to pay for the meds at the pharmacy. Then, I take the vile to the doctor and I pay ANOTHER fee for them to inject me.

Well, they have started to not give me a vile, but give me a pre-filled syringe...with instructions on how to inject written right on the box...

So, why do I pay an injection fee? It's $40!!!

Frankly, $40 can pay for a pair of shoes.

Instead of sucking it up and paying the cash, I had Tami meet me at the Walgreens parking lot near my work when she got out of work. In her car, I freaked out about how long the needle was...but still had her inject it. My arm DOES hurt -- but that means she did it correctly because she injected it in the muscle deep enough...gross...

Anyway, it went so well that I'll probably be hounding her every few months to meet me at Walgreens and shoot me up.

Is that ghetto? .... or does it Sazzle?

Tuesday, September 7, 2010

Deal Breakers

So, I went on a couple of dates with a guy. I thought it was going well...polite, complementary, insisted on paying, great job, lots of cash money, etc...

Then...we are at dinner the other night and he shocked me with some deal breakers.

Deal Breaker #1: He doesn't believe in God, Heaven or Hell. Biggest deal breaker of them all. However, he is apparently confused because he said that he doesn't believe in God, but that if God really does exist, he will go to Heaven? What? Not possible. He claims that throughout his life he has always been in the right place at the right time -- almost like someone has been looking out for him. Guess what dude? That means you believe in a higher power...he disagreed because he is obviously stupid.

Deal Breaker #2: He has a kid on the way. While that fact alone is NOT a deal breaker (check my track record with guys)...he told me that he will not play any part of the child's life.  WHAT? I do not respect any person (because I will not call him a man) who will not be an active role in his child's life.

Deal Breaker #3: He lifted up his sleeve and showed me a HIDEOUS tattoo. We are talking BAD PRISON TAT. (No, he wasn't in prison, it just looked like a bad prison tat) It is the all-seeing eye but it looks like a 5-year old drew it. When you have a huge tattoo, it MUST be really detailed in order to look good. This wasn't. Horrid orange...gross.

Deal Breaker #4: He feels the need to "educate young girls". This is probably my biggest pet peeve about guys -- which I absolutely hated about my ex. We were talking about my car and how I need a new car but I have no desire to have a car loan. Well, douche bag began "educating" me on the fact that I need a car loan to build credit and maintain a high credit score. Sigh. I was in banking for 8 years. I am a strong, independent woman that knows exactly where my credit score is and how it got there. Now, being that he probably didn't know all those details, I told him simply, "I have perfect, well-established credit. I am not in need of a car loan to establish anything." Well, douche bag wouldn't drop it. I HATE, HATE, HATE when guys feel like they know everything and have to "coach" others who must not know... He would not drop it even after I explained 3 times that I was fully aware of how credit was built, that I know my score and that I am well-established.

Say it with me... "DOUCHE BAG"

So, I told him that there were too many differences and that it wasn't going to work.

Another one bites the dust...

Hurray for me not dating a douche bag just because he has bank :)

Sazzle on dear friends!!!