You know you have had an adequate break when you actually , sorta, kinda, feel like getting back into the routine.
What did I do with all this time off, you ask?
Not much, I answer. That's okay.
Since the last post I watched some mindless television.
The Bachelorette! What's that about? How could any self respecting woman or man submit themselves to such foolishness? I actually catch myself talking at the t.v. and feel embarrassed for poor Ashley as she finds herself "falling for" EVERY GUY SHE SPENDS AN HOUR WITH!! Geeeez. Then I feel even more embarrassed for myself, not only because I spent 2 hours watching but because I made a conscious effort to record it! Ughh.
Hoarders, my all time favorite. Yes, I record this one also, but I save the recordings until I find myself in a mood where I am feeling a bit blue or inadequate. Somehow watching people scale a mountain of 80's glitter sweaters and Beany Babies makes me feel better about myself. I am a deeply flawed human being. Smirk.
If I'm feeling extravagantly bored, like a child from a wealthy family that is given an expense account and has nothing required of them....I watch Wipeout. Yesssss! Wipeout! After watching a few episodes of this silliness I find one becomes desensitized from seeing people being flung into the water by giant, padded, rotating arms and sliding off of big red balls while having paint and dead fish thrown at them. Hard to believe, I know. The thing I don't get tired of is the nicknames people on the show are given like: The Circus Freak, Naked Stevie, Headband Dan and Jon and his Beard.
I like to name things too. The Boyfriend and I have names for all kinds of things like his Gumboots and my weeding tool,
He has a pair of shoes we call "the Lindsays" because they look like something Lindsay Buckingham would wear in California.......
So you see, I didn't get a whole lot accomplished on my vacation. It was nice, like being off for summer after grade 4. Just plod around in bare feet and hope to find some friends to play with.
I did get the spare bedroom, almost finished and will have a picture when it is done....
I got my hair cut.....short....no more hair-doodles, a.k.a. elastics, because if there is the slightest hope of a ponytail, I will make one, and the Boyfriend will tell me I look like cleaning staff in a 2 star motel.
I didn't take a picture in to the stylist but told her I wanted something fun, a little messy, easy, and maybe a bit Meg Ryanesque.
She did a great job. I went out and bought a shwack of new cosmetics after. Always a good thing.
This morning however, I got up looking more like,
That's okay too.
Now if I could just remember where I put my brain.