Comment on people who went blonde this summer...

So as the last warm breath of sun dwindles in favor of autumn's crisp breeze

(that sentence didn't take me as long to think of as you might expect)

I want to reflect on those who blazed new trails to see how the other half lives-and went blonde.....

Sandra Bullock

Leighton Meester

And me

(please ignore the fact that in this photo I'm wearing NO make-up-if you sat in a chair for 6 hours at the salon you wouldn't have the energy to put on make-up either)

Sandra and Leighton went blonde for movie roles, which is why they are paid more than I am for their days' work. But my reasoning for going blonde? I did it on a whim one week. I do that-I get an idea and it sticks and the next thing I know I'm getting getting a 3rd ear piercing or dying my hair red, or black, or blonde, going to nursing school, buying a blackberry, buying a new car, whatever. This summer it was going blonde. It happens. Leighton's gone back to her dark roots, I'm not sure about Sandra but I hope she does-and as for me....I'm weighting my options....

Since everything is a learning experience I'd like to share with my fellow bloggers the good and the bad of this summer's hairstyle.

I didn't recognize myself for a good month when i looked in the mirror-and when I did I felt really pale-which caused me to actually use the foundation and bronzer from my Bare Minerals Starter Kit, which added time to my daily routine, when I bothered to care. Which I usually did care, at 3am while looking at my reflection under the fluorescent lights of the bathroom at work when my skin looked grey and my hair looked like straw and I questioned why on earth I even look in the mirror at that time of day.

While living as a blonde I found out why my (not so natural) blonde roommates from years passed only washed their hair every few days-because the bleach dried their hair out so much oil ran away in fear. That was kind of nice. Straightening my hair became a cinch since my ringlets had no idea what to do with all the chemicals and wanted to be straight more than curly.

I seemed to lose some interest from the latino male population which actually was more of a plus than a negative. But did I gain interest from the caucasion sect? Not too sure.

I do know that I don't feel quite myself without my dark hair-and when I see pictures of my dark hair I miss it, and I miss being able to have my normal curly hair (never thought I'd ever say that 10 years ago!). But it has taken a long time to do the blonde and I do really like it. What to do?

Help me decide!!!!

Comment on learning something new about myself....

Sometimes people give me a hard time, or 'crap' if you will, about my use of styrofoam cups.

But I can't help it-it's genetic.

Like Father......

Like Daughter......

Comment on my lack of creative juices.....

So for awhile there I had all kinds of blog post ideas running around my head-as if I could post comments for years.

And then I lost it.

What caused this loss? Among other things I blame:

1. Work which sucks my imagination and creativity dry.
2. The onset of the Fall TV Season. Yes, I capitalized that as if it's a national holiday because for me, it is. Speaking of which-I'm loving Glee (as previously mentioned), Mercy, SYTYCD, The Biggest Loser, The Good Wife, The Office, Community, etc. etc. etc. Yes, I have a problem. Admission is the first step.
3. Going to Idaho to visit my parents-I go and then I never leave-only due to impending shifts at work do I come back-at the last possible second.

I think I'm coming back though. I had a few thoughts I'd like to throw out to the internets:

I'm freezing. The last three days (aka my nights) I've slept in sweatpants, a sweatshirt, and socks with extra blankets on my bed. Because I'm freezing in my apartment I overdress and end up being too hot when I go outside. That's something I hate about "Indian Summer". Speaking of Indian Summer-shouldn't it be renamed Native American Summer? It just seems more PC.

I hate emptying the dishwasher. I will load it till the cows come home-but emptying it takes me forever to get around to doing. I think it's because the tupperwares get all tossed around and filled with water and then I have to dry them. Ugh.

I swear whenever I meet a cute guy he's either married or gay. Yes, that's right-I said it. Even if dude isn't wearing a ring I still assume he's married or gay-not every guy wears a ring. I think they should just so I don't bother with unneccessary conversation.

I read A Thousand Splendid Suns basically in one night shift (don't tell my managers). I loved it.

My place of business needs to always have bran muffins for the night shift workers. Or just one for me. I love them.

I'm pretty sure that edamame gives me heartburn. I'm also pretty sure that excessive diet coke drinking has given me heartburn. I was going to cut back on diet coke, but I decided to pick up some Pepsid AC at Walgreen's today so that won't be necessary.

I'm coming down with a cold. I hate that feeling. The headache, the semi-nauseated stomach (or at least that's just me), the sore throat, the combo of Alka Seltzer Cold, TheraFlu, and Airborne. Yuck.

Zupa's has the best Wild Mushroom Bisque soup. I had some tonight-I ordered the combo and barely touched the salad because the soup was just that good. Combine that with catching up with one of my favorite people and it was a good night (can't wait to do it again Marie-preferably in Seattle!).

My Aunt Pat makes the lightest, flakiest, most tasty (I hate that word but it works here) peach pie ever-holy crap! I had half a piece tonight and may need to go back in for the rest of it.....

That's all for now. I can feel those creative juices flowing-hallelujah-I'm back!