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Tuesday, August 22, 2006

Time for a style change...

I discovered yesterday that I totally and inexplicably HATE my hair, as well as all of the other stylists at the salon. I can't believe that it took me over two years to come to this conclusion, but I do—I absolutely HATE my hair—and I hate all the stupid stuff I have to up with everyday because of my hair. Unfortunately, it's not easy to change your hair—it takes a lot of time and effort to find new hair—you have to interview for new hair (sometimes a few times), and of course, new hair isn't always what it's cracked up to be, but after yesterday, I think I'm ready to start looking for new hair in ernest.

Yesterday morning, my hair was fine. No problems, but then the salon manager called me into a meeting, and told me that she didn't like the way I was doing my hair, and that the people I work with would start to follow my hair trends, and she didn't want that—apparently, blinking and yawning are considered bad hair practice and show disrespect. It doesn't matter that her hair looks like crap b/c she doesn't even know how to do it—but she has the nerve to try to tell ME how to do MY HAIR? Let me tell you—I was NOT happy. Of course, this hair situation has been culminating for months now—because, to be honest, I'm bored with my hair. I do the same thing to it every day. There's no change. It's the SAME THING every single day. And I'm tired of it. I know that I won't be going anywhere with this particular hair—and to be honest—I've stopped caring and even trying. What's the point, when my hair provides no opportunity for change?

And the worst part—the salon manager—yes, the mgr of the salon I do my hair at—was asking for a listing of 50 abbreviations for the stars on the flag—b/c apparently, she doesn't know them. how do you NOT know abbreviations for 50 stars? WTF—but I'm pretty sure that while I take a break from my hair next week, I'll come back to the salon after labor day and find out that all h3ll has broken loose, and of course, it will be my fault—and the salon will probably kick me out of my hair—which solves the problem of wanting a hair change—but doesn't help pay bills until that new hair is located. ARRRRRRGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH! I'm stuck in hair h3ll—and there is no escape. :(

Friday, August 18, 2006

How can this be bad for you?

Thursday, August 17, 2006

Ode to a Friday

Friday, thou art my reason for living.
You, and you alone, are the brigtht spot in an otherwise dim week of days.
Your beauty is outshone by none (except for Saturday--my other true love).
Don't be fickle, dear Friday.
I will always love you.

Tuesday, August 15, 2006

The things you learn from NPR...

Peregrination: To travel or journey from place to place, especially on foot


Friday, August 11, 2006

Embracing my (African) heritage...

I have discovered that I am not white, as I originally thought. Don't let the blonde hair and blue eyes deceive you--I am black. Big, Black, and Beautiful. Normally, this might have come as a shock to me, but FINALLY, after 30 years, I can embrace my heritage. Now, my booty (big butt to all you crackers), as well as my grasp of ghettonomics make sense! How did I come about to this amazing discovery? Well, Cover Girl sent me the following email:

I had NO IDEA I was anything other than the whitest white girl ever known. From now on, I prefer to answer only to my African name: Ru Dique'.

Wednesday, August 09, 2006

A meme for my followers...

“Participate with me on this. I only sent this to friends whose answers are bound to be clever! This is what you are supposed to do, and try not to be LAME and spoil the fun! Just give in and do it. Copy, not forward, this entire e-mail and paste it into new email. Change all the answers so that they apply to you then send this to a whole bunch of people you know *including* the person who sent it to you. Put your name in the subject.
The theory is that you will learn a lot of little known facts about your friends. It is fun and easy 48 questions to answer.”

1. FIRST NAME? Ruthie

2. WERE YOU NAMED AFTER ANYONE? Yes—my grandmother on my moms side, and great-grandmother on my dad’s side. What can I say? My parents are traditionalists.

3. WHEN DID YOU LAST CRY? Yesterday—it was a very emotional day….don’t judge me!

4. DO YOU LIKE YOUR HANDWRITING? Meh—I can take it or leave it.

5. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE LUNCHMEAT? I’ve never met a lunch meat I haven’t liked.

6. IF YOU WERE ANOTHER PERSON WOULD YOU BE FRIENDS WITH YOU? I don’t know—I’m kind of a snob and might not like myself that much.

7. DO YOU HAVE A JOURNAL? Does this blog count?

8. DO YOU STILL HAVE YOUR TONSILS? Nope! I sold those babies for research when I was

9. WOULD YOU BUNGEE JUMP? If I was on the Amazing Race I would!

10. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE CEREAL? Honey Bunches of Oats with Almonds…..mmmmmmm……

11. DO YOU UNTIE YOUR SHOES WHEN YOU TAKE THEM OFF? The only shoes with ties I own are tennis shoes—and, no—I don’t.

12. DO YOU THINK YOU ARE STRONG? Define “strong”. Mentally? Physically? Emotionally? Yes, Yes, and maybe.

13. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE ICE CREAM FLAVOR? Ice Cream is bad for you. I eat cake.

14. SHOE SIZE? Big enough to cause a problem shopping, small enough so that I don’t have to wear men’s shoes.

15. FAVORITE COLOR? Blue (and sometimes pink, green, red, black, and more blue)

16. WHAT IS THE LEAST FAVORITE THING ABOUT YOURSELF? My inability to obtain 'emaciated’ status.

17. WHO DO YOU MISS THE MOST? My friends—being lonely sucks!

18. DO YOU WANT EVERYONE TO SEND THIS BACK TO YOU? not necessarily send it back—but post it, sure.

19. WHAT COLOR PANTS AND SHOES ARE YOU WEARING? Black and strappy black.

20. LAST THING YOU ATE? Peach yogurt

21. WHAT ARE YOU LISTENING TO RIGHT NOW? the tapping of my co-workers incessant foot-tapping

22. IF YOU WERE A CRAYON, WHAT COLOR WOULD YOU BE? Burnt umber (because I always wondered what an ‘umber’ was)

23. FAVORITE SMELL? New shower curtain liners…pine-sol….lillacs…jasemine…coconut…and vanilla (not necessarily together)




27. FAVORITE DRINK? I’ve discovered an affinity for pina coladas.

28. FAVORITE SPORT? That I watch? That I play? Pick one, damnit!

29. EYE COLOR? Whatever they feel like at any given time, apparently.

30. HAT SIZE? Girls don’t HAVE hat sizes.

31. DO YOU WEAR CONTACTS? Doesn’t everyone?

32. FAVORITE FOOD? Macaroni and cheese with meatloaf on the side

33. SCARY MOVIES OR HAPPY ENDING? Scary movies WITH happy endings!


35. SUMMER OR WINTER? Winter over summer—fall overall.

36. HUGS OR KISSES? I’ll take what I can get.

37. FAVORITE DESSERT? I love them all equally.

38. MOST LIKELY TO RESPOND? ummm…Tracey? Aisha? I don’t know—guess whoever reads mine and wants to post their own

39. LEAST LIKELY TO RESPOND? JoDee (so I’m not even gonna tell her about it)

40. WHAT BOOKS ARE YOU READING? A collection of Scott Turrow I bought for like, 3 bucks. In HARDBACK. How cool is that?

41. WHAT’S ON YOUR MOUSE PAD? I have a mousepad?

42. WHAT DID YOU WATCH LAST NIGHT ON TV? Some HGTV on bathroom remodeling, some Southpark (the Seamen episode) a little “Bring it On”, some Dave Chappell, and ten minutes of Roseanne

43.FAVORITE SOUNDS? The ones muffled by a good heavy snowfall


45. THE FURTHEST YOU’VE BEEN FROM HOME? When I lived in which state? I guess West Palm Beach is the answer for both.

46. WHAT’S YOUR SPECIAL TALENT? Singing the Greek Alphabet and tying knots in cherry stems. Wanna see?

47.AND WHERE WERE YOU BORN? Virginia (but re-born in the non-biblical sense when I moved to Michigan)

48. WHO SENT THIS TO YOU? Technically—no one—but it WAS posted on Craigers site.

(If you decide to post this to your own site--let me know so I can read your responses)

Thursday, August 03, 2006

I give up...

after another futile search for shoes has failed me. Listen up Richmond Retailers--the more shoes in size 11 you carry, the more you will sell. Apparently, I'm not the only woman in the area that wears size 11--otherwise, that one pair you order would still be available when I go to buy it.

I'm planning on joining a co-ed softball team. I need softball cleats. I have visited and called every single sporting goods and shoe store in the west end and southside. I have yet to find ONE pair of softball cleats in my size. What is the deal? I have checked every website that mentions the word "softball" "cleat" and "women" on it. NOTHING in size 11. I am very disappointed.

True, I'll admit that it is a bit late in the season to be looking for cleats. However, in May, I didn't know I would be possibly joining a softball team in August. And even though the cleats I wore in HS are still somewhere around my parents house, they don't do me much good now. Besides, I got them when I was like, fourteen. They're old--and nasty--and I don't want to wear them. I want something new and cute, not crusty with orange dust and falling apart from dryrot.

Why is it, when I'm broke and need shoes, I can never find the right shoes in the right size at the right price--but when I'm just aimlessly wandering, I'll find 47 pairs of shoes I don't need?