So... did anyone know it was going to snow last night? What the shit. I go from running around the seawall in merely a long sleeved technical shirt and a fleece jacket to a veritable gong show this morning. My favourite time was every time my car started moving sideways instead of forward. And then I pulled in to work and the entrance to the garage is on a downward slope and I was quite sure I wouldn't be able to stop my car at the swipe car thingy and that it would just continue to slide directly into the gate, so I parked in the general parking area where none of the parking lines were visible so, you know, bedlam (she says, espousing jazz hands and speaking facetiously).On a completely unrelated topic, my mom once said to me (and I once blogged about this) "You're too independent". Like this is a bad thing?
There's some grey areas here that I'm finding. Predominately they center around things that involve the terms "compromise" and "consideration". I won't get into the nitty gritty of it, but if I want to do something and you don't want to do said thing with me, don't expect me not to do it.
I understand that there are exceptions to this rule. Vaguely. Not really. Father's daughter says what now?
Okay. New Year's resolution: I will try hard to communicate more around possible contentious social outings and key holiday dates that I wasn't aware were a big deal but now am aware of that.
Remember how I thought Statistics was hard in college? This shit is harder. I got an A+ in Stats. I'm currently getting a C- in Being Considerate.
The other thing that I did today was cut all my hair off. The likelihood that Michael will leave me in the next week is hovering around 67%. The likelihood of getting any action in what remains of 2012 is approximately 0%. I had a shower tonight and the percentage of time I will save on my hair (and hair products) in the morning is 85%. And there is a 100% chance a woman with large arms and Doc Martens will spend a little too much time gazing my way in the next little while.
To sum up: it is just slightly passable to do what you want with your own appearance. But when it comes to any sort of statutory holiday, always, always make sure you're on the same page and don't assume anything.
We were in the high 70's today and no I don't want to trade places. I cut my hair off once and Jody told me "I've never been in a bed with anyone that had hair as short as mine."
ReplyDeleteBasically our city shut down because of this small snowfall. BC recently built the world's widest bridge, and it was entirely closed during rush hour yesterday because ice bombs were falling from its girders.
DeleteHow did Jody like your short hair?
He hasn't liked my hair for the last 25 years. Once it got too short for him to lay on in the bed he put a hit out on my hairdresser. I think he liked me screaming "you're on my hair!"
DeleteShort hair is easier to manage, that's for sure..
ReplyDeleteYup. I need to set my alarm ten minutes later, now.
Delete"On being MY own me" would have been a better headline.
ReplyDeleteNo, actually. That's how we talk on the North Shore.
DeleteI'm going to grab me coffee mug now and procure some caffeine as, apparently, I needs it.
I got mine cut too, though not as short as yours because while YOU look amazing with short hair, I look like a fat little boy with a penchant for cherry coloured lipgloss.
ReplyDeleteStill, one inch of dried ends gone! Using slightly less shampoo conditioner! Woo!