Bellini-induced Brain Freeze

I must confess So my comp has been up and running for a little over 2 days now but I thought I'd be productive first.  Work before play.  So I caught up with all the new job postings and read my email, still working on finishing off my library for my HOT lil iPod, and now here I am blogging again from the comfort of my own computer. And it feels so good.  No more lurking. My parents had their 26th wedding anniversary last Thursday so we took them out for some Smuggler's Inn and bubble tea.  26 years.  I love it. And on a somewhat related vein, my coworkers and I were fooling around in our department and out of curiousity I tried on a wedding band.  I was shocked when I took a good look at my hand and I didn't like what I saw.  I then tried to "prettify" the look by topping it off with an "engagement ring" and I still didn't like it. "Oh my god, ML, it looks awful!  What does this mean?!" Yeah, so apparently I don't like having a

The hotness! Following Joe's advice to "blog smarter." (I mean, geez, I must seriously be out of blogging practice if I didn't even realize the obvious solution to this whole "connection timeout" crap.) I am now blogging at you from WordPad offline rather than straight on the Blogger edit page. And if that isn't computer/bloggy-geeky enough for you then I don't know what is. :) Thanks to Bizkette I am back to the raven-haired hotness. We, or actually it was more she, dyed my hair "Deepest Indigo" last night with the hopes of having some blue going on in my tresses a la Veronica from the Archie comics...something I've always wanted to try. Alas, there isn't much blue going on on my head I'm afraid, but my horrendously faded highlights are now long gone and covered in jet-black beauty...and I feel all gorgeous being back in my "natural" hue. And taking my cue from the high demand down in the U.S. I lined up ube

Ugga bugga I might as well be painting this on the wall of some cave somewhere with a twig and some ink made of berries 'cuz things are downright archaic right here. But this is what a girl will resort to when she's suffering from blogger's withdrawal. I'm on our old Pentium 256 computer, the free university dial-up connection (bless my brother's student status) which isn't even 56k and only connects you for an hour, Netscape Navigator...who knows which version but all I know is Gmail isn't supported on this ancient version, a mouse with no scrollwheel (and it's driving me insane) but I just had to post something or else I might just whither away into nothingness. So yeah, how've you been lately? Synopsis of what's happened since my last post: Daisy's birthday, Daisy's birthday part 2, a funky Stampede breakfast, HUGE issues with mr. guy which have since been resolved, Daisy leaving us all for Ireland, and just plain living. Bah.

Toasted I'm sooooo tanned it's not even funny. I tried to get rid of the tanlines I got from Calaway Park while I was at the Stampede on Monday but all that did was create OTHER tanlines which adds up to MORE lines. Bah. I'm horrible about not wearing sunblock, though. I hate how it ruins any fragrances you've got on at the time, not to mention it makes my skin look all chalky. Yuck. But then again, I also hate getting darker. "Joy, look at your skin! Look at your skin, Joy, you're so dark! My god, you're so dark, Joy! Nobody is going to marry you!" ~ Rex Navarrete There's something in the air these days. Or maybe it's the moon. Bottom line: I'm exasperated. With people. Say what you mean and mean what you say. That is what I expect from others because that is what they can, and should, expect from me. So to have people manipulate my words to give them a whole other slant, and a negative slant at that, grrrrrr. You KNO

And it's like that I don't get to blog much anymore...it's not that I don't have anything to say, it's just that I can't seem to get it all down when I'm feeling motivated to write. So I just end up talking about it with anyone who'll listen, which is very good, very social...but what about my written record to fall back on? Ah well. So last night I finally learned how to play Mah Jong. I say finally since I'm the last one in my family to learn the game. Yes, even my baby sister learned before I did. I blame it on poor scheduling (they always seem to play on Friday nights when they know I'm always out). Now they're thrilled since there is no shortage of Mah Jong players within the house at any given time. Oy vay. But I do admit it's kind of fun. I ended up having another "Mah Jong class" tonite after dinner and 8 turned into 11 p.m. turned into 1 a.m. and they're still playing upstairs. I can hear them. Addicts

It's still on My friend went on that date with that guy Friday night. He bought her dinner, a lot of drinks (which is always good for a girl like her) and she didn't call mr. guy and I until 1 in the morning. She didn't set him straight. Her argument is: unless he makes a blatant move on her, thus making his intentions clear, she would be presumptious and *cough* bitchy to tell him she just wants to be friends. Sure, I absolutely agree with her there...there's an itty-bitty smidge of a chance he's just looking for a new friend to hang out with. I doubt it, maybe I'm wrong, but I still doubt it. And at this rate, they'll be on their 3rd date which in some books starts edging them into bf-gf territory and she still will not have clued him in. *sigh* I don't know. The poor sucker is going to get even more hurt the longer this goes on, and she's too soft to end the charade before it goes too deep. Personally, she could seriously be making it

*throws rice* Congratulations to Air Romeo and his darling bride! May this be the beginning of an even more beautiful life together!

Happy Canada Day! Make it a fun one! And also, even though they're celebs who don't know me, a very happy birthday (muah!) to my yummy hot boy, Jarome! I love you, Iggy! And a happy birthday as well to my girl, Missy Elliott! Rock the red!