paradox of beauty

Firstly - click on the headline to see more of Christian Dior's spring/summer collection. I think this photo represents the quintessence of skill and dispatch. I defy even Lip Service to create a more "I just traipsed through a river of blood, but don't I look fabulous" line of clothing.

Wow. I clearly need to update my look, after losing at least 100 pounds.

In other news, the sky was gorgeous driving down the 280 this morning. There were fluffy white cloud islands amid stripes of peach and steel grey.

Sometimes I just love California.

made with real lemon...

I've been wondering, in all my free time of late, about pink lemonade.

Why does it seem so much more refreshing than regular old lemonade? Is it because regular lemonade, when in its original form, resembles dirty dishwater? I don't mean any of those brand name lemonades, like Country Time or Crystal Light, I mean real live made with lemons and water and sugar lemonade.

I actually prefer pink, when I can get it. Although I have to say it doesn't even compare with the stuff made with meyer lemons.

I love lemonade.

the continuing story...

...of a cat that's gone to the dogs.

The countdown continues. I'm weary and worn and in need of sleep. My hair, however, is beginning to get more and more platinum - Huzzah for Debbie the New Hairdresser. She rocks, and apparently does hair for fun. I'm continually amazed at the things that people consider fun. Of course, her real job is beyond stressful and depressing. She works with underage prostitutes, trying to get them off the street and away from their pimps. I admire people who can do things which would have me dissolved into tears in a matter of seconds.

in other news:
I can't asy that I've ever wished that someone would forget my birthday - but I'm wishing it for everyone right now. If they forget, then maybe I wont' actually turn 35.

no, No, NO

Why is it that everything happens on Friday? Not only have I gotten a hundred layouts, but they all need to be done, if not yesterday, then today. Okay, so maybe not a hundred. More like three or four - but they need to be blown out into ten extensions each - which is all me baby. Not to mention I was late in because of some moron parking his car under a propane truck on 880.

ACK.

In other news, there's a kick-butt hawaiian barbecue place for real cheap right near work, to which we hied ourselves for lunch in celebration of one of our contractors' last days. Not really a celebration, more of a fare-thee-well and damn it, why do you have to leave now? kind of thing.

I'm having my nails done tomorrow.

It looks like I have one or maybe two more processings to get me back to platinum (hair, that is).

I don't have to work this weekend.

I'm going to lunch with all of my siblings on sunday for my birthday. We had such an interesting time shopping the tuesday after christmas, I'm interested to find out what they're really like away from my parents.

I've started a new crochet project, with the biggest and fattest hook I could lay hands on, and we've started a little needlework klatch at lunchtime. Wow, I AM getting old. The next things will be an afgan for when I'm in a wheelchair and fragile and osteoporosisized. This will be next year, apparently.

Welcome to the new horizon of drooling dementia!

too tired...

to work anymore, nor to think.

today's subject: what do you really want?

as for me:
a real boyfriend
to be thinner
to win an obscene amount of $ in the lottery
to run my own theatre company
to sleep
to not have to do my roots every three weeks
to not have high blood pressure
or asthma

to go home!

that at least I can do...

oh HI...

...cute new photoshop boy. More eye candy for me, though in the "do not touch" category, as he works with me. Whatever, I can still look.

The coming of a new year does NOT herald a change from the fac that tuesdays still suck.

white knuckle...

Driving, that is. This morning - after not sleeping and a new year's day spent four hours in the dark - it was raining. It was a steady rain, at least until I got past the fremot corridor. For readers (yeah, right.) who don't reside in the Bay Area, this is a choke point which on any other day is bumper-to-bumper slow. Today it was a bona-fide LAKE. And this wasn't even the worst part. I hit a patch of standing water just before the De Anza exit in Cupertino at about 45 mph, which gave me the third fright of the morning. I managed not to fishtail, got off at the appointed place, parked my car at 7:50 this morning, and began to shake.

Like I'm going to complain, I don't live in Guerneville[sp]. I could be literally floating away. Neither did i get trapped in five feet of water, like that poor reporter who had to smash out his window and swim to safety.

But it did rattle me, greatly. I should have worked from home.