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Remember my 101 things in 1001 days list?

Well, I can cross another one off of the list. The other day I was in town with a friend and I finally managed to go into Lula Lu Petite Lingerie. They’ve always been closed before, you see. While I was there the sales lady offered to measure me. It turns out that I’ve been wearing the correct size (you hear that Mum?). It’s just that I have previously purchased bras of…er…lesser quality.

Obviously I had to buy three while I was there. One of them I swear that I will return and buy one of every color. It’s just that comfortable.

I’ve decided to name the unknown plant in the corner of my garden…Austin Powers: International Plant of Mystery.

Just so you know.

Musings on Saturday:

Saturday we shopped, as we have a little money right now, and soon we will have a lot less. We stopped by ULTA and made a hair appointment for Koshvader straight away. Then lunch. Which I didn’t eat much of, as I had in fact eaten before my fellow had gotten up. Then we went to the mall. I had a fruit craving, so I got a smoothie before anything else. (Translation: I stared in horror at the seriously disorganized line. Tried to talk Koshvader into putting off the smoothie until later to avoid attempting to figure out where said line ended. Koshvader stood firm, however, and the confusing line was conquered in due course.) Originally, I had planned to come to the mall to buy clothing, but we ended up in the kitchen/home area of Macy’s somehow instead. There we purchased a small vacuum for the stairs and a griddle that you can put over two burners on the stove. I need a griddle if I am to finally make crumpets, you see. We ended up saving $80 on these purchases. (Yes, I called my parents to share the Sale Squee.)

By this point it was time to go to the hair appointment. Our hair-stylist insisted that she could do both of us, so after Koshvader’s hair was done (and my, he looks nice) it was my turn. It would seem that my hair makes our stylist a bit crazed. Every time she sees me, it looks the same, she said. So, instead of just taking off two inches from the bottom, I have a new, sexier haircut. Everyone seems to like it so far, but it is a bit weird having such a light head.

Once we were done with hair, we decided to ignore responsibilities for the evening (’cause really, they’re always there. You have to make time for fun, or you won’t have any.) And went out to get tickets to the cinema. Our plan was to see different films at the same time. That didn’t work out. I wanted to see Nim’s Island, but it was sold out. So, we got two tickets to the new Harold and Kumar film. (No, I haven’t seen the first one.) And then went off to have sushi. Yum.

Done eating, and with time to kill, we went back to the mall to get clothing. This time we managed it, but I still didn’t find any new work shoes. Hanging out at Border’s afterwards did bring two surprises. 1) I already had the Torchwood and Doctor Who Magazines and 2) Someone had re-arranged three of the Sue Grafton Alphabet Mysteries to spell NOM. Needless to say, I LOLd.

And then we saw the film. I still can’t decide if I liked it or not. On the one hand, much of the humour was not my thing. But on the other hand, it actually had a couple of layers to it. The parts with a certain celebrity were amusing, in any case.

When we finally made it home, I fell over with a thud into bed, knowing full well that I had a party to attend the next day. So…I had to put off watching Doctor Who.

Oh, the tragedy.

In my family, and among my close friends, we have come up with many words and phrases that can only be understood by those in the know. So…I’m putting you wise.

Word/Phrase: Pink Pants

Origin: Once upon a time, when my sister was young, she went shopping with my mother. While they were out, she set her eyes on something she decided that she had to have. It was a pair of pink pants. Sadly, no matter how much she begged, Mum wouldn’t buy her those pants. (She has never heard the end of this.)

Meaning: Something you wanted but never got to have, as you were prevented for some reason.

Usage: I always wanted to spend a semester abroad in college, but it’s totally pink pants. We couldn’t afford it.
or

Argh! I always wanted to go to Space Camp. Pink Pants! Pink Pants!

Consider yourselved informed.
(Oh, and the pink pants in question would have been smaller than those shown. These came from Interpunk. I just liked the picture.)

words, phrases, Pink Pants

Today’s socks feature Scooby Doo and some Asian writing. No idea what it says. For all I know, it reads “Bad Wolf.” *shrug*

I’m madly trying to get ahead on my blogging and other household stuff today. This is proving a bit difficult, as I was up ’til 4am last night doing basically the same thing. Today I feel like a zombie. Good thing I have those gummy watermelon-flavored brains in the cupboard.

I’m also doing some of my Christmas shopping. It turns out that it’s really handy to have money over on Paypal. Ebay can be your friend when you are too busy/don’t like crowds.

Well, I’d better go check on the laundry…and choose my socks for the week.

Scooby Doo, socks

Hello folks. Did you survive the time change? I was awake for the whole thing again. Sigh. And now my internal clock is all screwed up and I need to go make a coffee. Or perhaps two. In any case, here are the socks of the day. I love Eeyore.

Oh, and my Vet appointment is all set for way too early on Wednesday.

Are you participating in National Blog Posting Month (aka NaBloPoMo)? Well, I am. I’m way too busy to do NaNoWriMo this year, and really…I need to work on the stories I’ve already started. So, instead I will be posting at least once a day for the entire month of November…which starts on Thursday. To help me achieve this goal I have chosen a theme. I will be keeping track of which pair of silly socks that I am wearing each day. I have more than enough socks to do this with. I won’t even be duplicating.

At this point I’ll bet you’re wondering how a contest fits into all of this silliness. Well, as I wear my silly socks each day, I challenge you to send me pics of your favorite pairs of silly socks. I define silly socks as: socks that are not white or just one color. I’d like to avoid the boring tube socks that are all one color and have a couple of stripes on top as well, if you please. I’m talking about socks with cartoon characters, Daleks, stars, skulls, multicolored stripes, frolicking cats, and anything that is fun.

To be more specific:

During the month of November (and not before) send me pictures of your silly socks.
These socks may be on your feet (or…hands?) or laid out neatly so that I can see their true silliness.
Send the pics to: thesillysocks@gmail.com
You may enter as many times as you like during the month of November.
Please include your name and e-mail address in the e-mail. You never know what Cyberspace might do to your header.
At the end of the month I will choose a picture that shows the socks that I like the best. This winner will receive…a pair of silly socks of my choice, shiny and new from the store.

That clear enough? Good. Please join me each day for my sock choices, and my attempts to keep writing in this darn blog.
If you have any questions, please feel free to comment.

NaBloPoMo, silly socks

I thought that you might be interested in a little bit of history before I make with the pictures. I was born with Strawberry Blond hair, and it stayed that way until I was about two years old. By that point I was sort of blond. By which I mean, several different colors that conspired to look blond together. When streaking your hair was really in back in the 80s, I didn’t have to do anything apart from hang out in the sun a bit. When I went away to college, I decided to dye my hair red for Halloween and I loved the effect. I have red hair skin, you see, and my eyebrows are sort of brown. Every year after that I used Halloween as my excuse to dye my hair red each year. After a while, I would dye my hair when it got boring. For a couple of years I even had Rogue’s hair, red with a blond streak. I’ve had highlights, lowlights, you name it. This last spring I had an attack of the “OMG, my hair is boring” and went out to get it cut and colored. (Layered it and added three colors.)

My hair grows really fast, and it tends to shed color over time. So, when I went in to get a trim this weekend, all of the layers had pretty much grown out. Seeing as I will be working on Halloween this year, and my current job had yet to encounter my love of playing with my hair, I thought it was time to bring back a tradition.

My hair before:

The color is a bit off in this photo, but really, it’s close enough. Like my shower curtain?

My hair after:

Look! Bright red that looks strangely good with my skin tone and greenish eyes. Also…my camera balancing trick. My husband was kind enough to spend the time to do the actual dye application. He’s quite meticulous. It’ll fade to just a normal red in a week or two, but that’ll be fun too. It’s certainly one way to brighten up things around here. *grin*

Look what I came across in the latest copy of Faerie Magazine! - Faerie Rings. Basically, you get a chain, and then you can buy all sorts of cool charms and such (new items appear monthly) and mix and match for each occasion. Now…I think I need a raise.

Now, I am not in any position to hand down fashion judgments. I almost never wear make up (too lazy and not much skill in that area.) I prefer to live in Jeans and a decent shirt. (Although I do have a variety of boots and sneakers.) Truthfully, this is because I have difficulty finding things that fit. What I wouldn’t give for a personal tailor. *sigh* To me, though, jeans are dressed down. Below jeans on the fashion scale are sweats. I will not wear sweats out of the house unless I am on my way to exercise. I can deal with other folks wearing their sweats and track suits about if that is what they find comfortable. I can’t agree with it, but it’s their choice.

On the other hand, what is the deal with the folks (mostly teen girls it seems) that wear their pajama bottoms and slippers everywhere? That’s at least one step below even sweats. I just can’t seem to shake the desire to call the fashion police in hopes that they will get ticketed. Wearing PJs to school for Pajama Day during Homecoming week is one thing. Wearing your PJs to the Library and The Mall? That would be a fashion don’t.

(For the record, I also don’t like jeans that are so big that folks need to hold them to walk or belt them under their butt. I have no desire to see your boxer shorts or tighty whities. And guess what? I can out-run you without difficulty. Yes, the real reason that I don’t like *this* fashion, besides the underwear thing, is its complete lack of functionality. meh)

You’d never suspect that I live in California with attitudes like these, would you?