Wow.

Wow. Not much else to say about that.

I think I have an alien living in my tummy

My tummy’s been taken over by an alien being, I do believe. It really hurts.

Sometimes things just don’t work out that way….

“If you were a hotel, I’d lean on your doorbell/ I’d call you my home”

Goddammit.

I miss my babies

Man, do I miss the babies.

I wanna go home.

Again with the hair!

So seven more people commented on the hair today…I really am a walking ad for SpaLon.

And, I used a white towel this morning to dry my hair…and it’s not white no more. Uhoh!

So while on site today, they ordered chinese (I’d already eaten) then GQ called and told me he was going to get chinese for lunch….and now I really want to have chinese for dinner. Yummy.

Pretty hair

So today, my new lovely red hair was commented on by many strangers. Once outside of Wawa, a couple times at the doctors office I worked at today, then more at the mall, and finally the hotel I’m in.

If only Spa-Lon made cards, they’d get a ton more business that way. I’m a walking advertisement.

Glutton for punishment….

So while on a site visit for work, I decided to suck it up and go see a movie all by myself. Granted, there were only two other people in the theater with me, so it wasn’t like I was the only person alone in a room full of couples or anything.

So I saw Hellboy again, and yes, it was still as bad as it was the first time. When the German Ilsa chick cracked Myers on the head with the mallet thingy, I could imagine Geoff saying again “Yep, she’s a Nazi”.

Then afterwords, I was spending some quality time in the Hamilton mall, in a changing room when GQ called. I was totally in the middle of not wearing a shirt and my purse starts to vibrate. Wouldn’tcha know. Just like old times, it was. Just calling to tell me he missed me, totally what I needed to hear. Although he’s 3000 miles away. I still miss him too.

ARRGH.

Redheads do have more fun, I’m sure of it.

So I was partially a redhead last night, and that was unexpected, to say the least.

But I’m a REAL redhead now (if you’ve seen my living room walls, it’s pretty close) and I’m just waiting for fun and exciting things to show up and knock on my door.

Ok…go!

my new dream job

So I was listening to NPR this morning, and on Morning Edition they had some chick on from Penn who’s a research assitant in the psych department talking about training drug/bomb detection dogs. How cool a job would that be to train dogs to do stuff like that? That would rock. And get to play with pups all day? Man. I could do that.

Or I could go back to school for a masters in foreign policy/public relations and work for the UN. Me and Geoff. All right! Back together again.

108266381567034120

Thanks, GQ.