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Name: Grosa
Country: United States
State: Illinois
Metro: Chicago
Gender: Female
Interests: DDR, cooking, WoT, reading, video games, volunteering, working, driving, sleeping, painting/drawing, skating (and falling), shopping, writing, traveling.
Occupation: Sales
Industry: Nonprofit
Message: message me
Member Since:
6/11/2002
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| Ladies... Ya know when you are done being pampered at the salon, you want to peek at yourself in mirrors - catch a reflection of your new hair as you pass by picture windows? I can't do that.
I've loved what my stylist has done with my hair for the past year. She's been great with artsy color and unique "weird" haircuts. I've been asymmetrical for quite some time - the right side of my hair was significantly longer than the left side.
This time, I told her I wanted to grow out my hair a bit and that I wanted the blonde changed in the front. I gave her free reign with the color and cut with those stipulations in place. In fact, I wanted to be surprised, so I didn't even face the mirror. When I felt the long chunk being whacked off, I questioned it, and she said we need to balance out the sides to grow it out.
Then she showed me her work of art. I could at least hold back the tears until I got to the car. But I outright said "I look like a boy". She said to give it some time - that I would get used to it.
So this morning, I dared to look in the mirror. And I started sobbing.
Lately, change has been extremely hard for me. The video store closed and I'm still not used to netflix (and I will not keep selling my soul to Blockbuster). I cried over that. And my hair... I've always been ok with change as far as my hair goes... it grows quickly and I like having something different every time. But it's so bloody short.
I guess my only choices are to 1. shampoo and spray my hair with the hair grow quick stuff that does work or 2. drive back out there with the tears and beg her to give me extensions.
Maybe I'll get brave enough to post a photo at the other blog.
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| For some reason, unknown to me, I started receiving a subscription to Entertainment Weekly. Why, I don't know. My neighbor used to get it, and sometimes, the mailman would misdeliver to my house. I would promptly return it to her mailbox, as I am not interested in it at all.
I don't have enough time to read my regular news magazines. Why in the world would I want to read entertainment magazines. Bleh.
I canceled it.
I hate the weather change... My heat takes awhile to kick-on. The rule of thumb is that it needs to be colder than 40 degrees for several evenings in a row before it gets cold. For someone who is used to a temp of 74 degrees in her place, this is brutal. My thermostat has been sitting solid at 62. It's cold! So, I bought a space heater.... Finally, it's helped raised the temperature to 70. Ahhhhh, sweet justice!
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| (TUESDAY NIGHT)
This is turning into my whiny bitchy blog...
After a weekend of spending nearly all my time with at least 5 other people (and up to 50), it's very odd to be home alone again. I find myself bored and lonesome. sad sniff whine whine.
(LATER, THE NEXT MORNING)
Luckily, after I got off the phone with a couple of friends, I got motivated to clean... I had slept on the couch for about a week before the trip, and while packing for the trip, I had torn my place apart. So, it had turned into a disaster. I still have a tape measure sitting on my dining table. Why? I'm not quite sure.
But my house is now a little cleaner - woo! And I slept in my bed after breaking out "The People's History," which has been sitting in my to be read pile for well over two years, but The Artist is plowing through it, and maybe now if I catch up, we can have a real book club.
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| Recipe for a crappy night
1 asshole father in town showing his true asshole-ness
1 sweet mom who will undergo surgery soon
1 crazy niece who is going to end up as a crack whore
3 months of errors from staff at work mixed with 8 hours of hunting out those mistakes
1 badass undying headache
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Not being prepared for a trip
Throw ingredients together in random order. Headache should last for at least 12 hours or crappy night will not happen. Questions about mom's surgery should be left unanswered. Top it all off with a dose of feeling completely wrecked and alone since you won't talk to anyone about everything. Remember, trying to talk about it is futile.
Enjoy nausea, problems with vision, and overall physical weakness.
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| Every once in awhile, you get an uplifting comment from a friend or family member - something that makes you feel like you're doing the right thing.
I got one of those yesterday. My nephew and I have a unique relationship. We're friends. We're 12 years apart in age, so I was very young when he came into my life (about 13 - he is adopted). I always treated him as a peer. That gets harder as I've aged - now that I pay for his cellphone and have to police him or I will have a $250 bill every month. But, I still think we're very close. We talk about a lot of different things - he knows my friends - he talks to me about drugs and sex and all that crazy stuff. I love him dearly and would do anything for him. I rarely say no to him, and when I do, I usually struggle with it, but stick to my guns. (The lil guy, at 16, still doesn't have Madden 08 for the xbox.)
His grandpa (who is in no way related to me) told me yesterday "You're a very special aunt - he loves you very much." What a warm fuzzy!
For awhile there, a few months ago, I would end my conversations with my nephew with "I love you buddy!" and he would respond with his version of the same, "Yeah." And once in a great moon, he would slip and say "I love you too," but those came few & far between.
He doesn't need to tell me, because I know. He wants to live with me when he graduates from high school - so I need to start planning for a bigger place.
All things said, he is one of the most important people in my life. And when he turns 18, I'll be 30. Good god.
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