Friday, November 26, 2010

Like a rock

There comes a time in one's life when it is appropriate to toot one's horn.
 Now is that time.

Last night I had a dream that Chevy sent me another check for $500.00. I was so excited. I woke up this morning and while laying in bed I thought about how awesome it would be if that really happened. I doubted it would though.I am more than happy with my current money I have received thus far. I shouldn't be greedy, after all, I didn't even really DO anything to get this money in the first place. I signed some papers, that's about it.

Steve and I went to my sister's house this evening for Thanksgiving. Due to all the ice my family was unable to get together for Thanksgiving on Thursday so it was postponed till Friday. It was small, just my family and Steve's parents.

We watched national Lampoons Christmas Vacation
" The shitter was full"


 And Garfield's Christmas
" If I'm not back in an hour send a banana cream pie"


And Claymation Christmas
 " I want a waffle with extra butter"


These were all movies my sister and I grew up on. Classics from the 80's no doubt.

After that Steve and I headed home.
Originally we planned to stop at our friend's house to try out the new Kinect they bought.
We have been considering buying  one, but want to do a test run first.


 I wasn't feeling amazing though, kinda stuffed, food coma-ing and well... lets face it... gassy. Yeah, I went there. So we decided to go straight home.
On the way in we checked the mail.
As I walked to the box I thought, wouldn't it be awesome if I got another check in the mail!?

As I take out the mail..... I notice the envelope on top is a check..to me...from the talent agency.
NO WAY!
 I jump in the truck and rip it open. At first I thought it said $240.00.
Which honestly is what I was expecting, if anything.
Then I REread it... it was $2445.00!
HAHAHA Are you kidding me?
I'm still kinda in shock.

TOOT TOOT

EDIT: This morning I went throught the rest of the mail I tossed aside when I opened the check.
 I discovered a 2nd check for $655.00!
 Bringing the Chevy Commercial total to $4100.00!

Hair today Part deux

 On Wednesday night I hit the salon to start on my journey to blondness.
We discussed taking small steps in order to not stress out & fry my hair. 
I chose to do highlights that we will continue to lighten at each appointment as well as add more of them overall each visit.

Here I am with a ton of foils in my hair waiting to be done cooking.
After taking the foils out, we added a neutral toner. The lightening didn't take evenly since my hair is still a little darker towards the ends vs. the roots.
After adding the toner, it made the color more consistent.

Leaving me with these caramel tone highlights




I understand this is a "process" I am going from one extreme to the other. Not only that, the black wasn't natural , it was a dye, which takes much longer to rid my hair of before it is even physically able to begin to bleach out.
I also realize that it will take many visits to get my entire head done if I am doing foils and not an all over bleach and tone. With that said, I am a little disappointed with my current results. I am not sure if there is anyone to blame, or if it is just the chemistry of my hair but I feel like visit left me with a very "mild" version of what I had in mind for this appointment.

When I heard I was getting medium to wide foils put in, I suppose I imagined something more like this




And that's totally not what my hair looks like!
Am I way off base here?
I have taken my hair to hell and back and in much less time than this appointment took me ,and for much less than this costs for that matter.
I don't know if I just need to be more patient and it's my hair that isn't cooperating. Or if my stylist doesn't quite understand what I want or what I am willing to commit to.
I feel like maybe she is apprehensive about being more aggressive, due to the fact that most people want their hair to look as natural & normal as possible.  I am really not one to be scared to take a risk with my hair though. I know exactly what I am asking for and what I am getting myself into.
 I feel like no hairstylist believes me when I say that though!
It's just hair.... it grows back. If it looks bad, I'll dye it again, if I can't dye it, I'll cut it off.
I'm really not that worried about it!
 I just want what I want and I want it now!
 Opinions?!

Tuesday, November 23, 2010

Hair today Gone tomorrow

I am making a drastic change with my hair this season.
 I have been wearing it black for about 2 years now.
There hasn't really been a time during my life that I haven't colored my hair.
I do know what my natural color is... I think.
 Here is what it has looked like for the last year.


Over this past weekend I started my transformation.
We used a chemical wash that pulled out the remaining dye in my hair.
I haven't had it colored since the beginning of August so it was starting to fade on its own.
Here is the faded black.


 This is what it looked like after that treatment. Its a little lighter than its natural color.


My plan is go get all the way to this. A platinum all over blonde


Yeah, no one believes me.

I was blonde once before but it looked kinda shitty.
 I am going about it in a different way this time.
 First of all I am not doing it myself!
Secondly, I am not doing it all at once.
 I am having the lightening done in stages until we achieve the blonde I want.

Here is what my mess of a head looked like a few years back when I tried my DIY bleach bath.

1st Attempt-2000





2nd Attempt- 2004



Both of which I look at now and think look horrid.

What I hope it doesn't turn out like is one of my previous pics or this one below.
This blonde just looks trashy.

I love Kristen Stewart's new look a lot.
Depending on how my hair takes the dye we will either do heavy highlights and add more and more each visit.
Or do an all over lightening and take it lighter and lighter lifting my color.
So most likely it will look like this at some point before getting platinum

Due to the snow my hair apt for tonight has been cancelled:(
So I have to wait till tomorrow to start the blonde!
I will keep ya'll posted!!

Sunday, November 21, 2010

I got the tattoo voodoo

So, as most of you know I have come in to a little bit of money from the Chevy Commercial. This was money I earned by doing absolutely nothing, so of course I feel the need to spend it instead of putting it in my savings like an adult. I am almost 27 but far from considering myself an adult. When does that happen btw?!
I am at a crossroads today. Buy the new bedding I have been wanting... or add to my tattoo. I got my skull tattoo about 2 1/2 years ago with the intention of making it a quarter or half sleeve. I have never changed my mind about that, but when you have bills to pay and a cat's mouth to feed, you have to set your own needs aside and take care of business first. Yea, I referred to getting a tattoo as a need.
If you have one, you get it.



Which reminds me of a story.
When I was flying home from Missouri ( hell on earth), I was stuck in the airport for a few hours with some locals of the bible belt of America. A stranger sitting next to me in the waiting area struck up a conversation with me regarding my sparrow tattoo on my foot. I had my legs crossed and she could only see one of them.
 She asked about why I got it and what it meant. Then went into what you might call a sermon, preaching to me that it's alright to get JUST one tattoo. She admitted she was guilty of that as she showed me her crappy homemade tattoo on her thigh. I think it was a heart.
She told me getting one is not a sin, though she does regret it since accepting Jesus Christ as her Lord and Savior.
It's the people who get more that one tattoo who are working for the devil. If you get more than one tattoo, the ink gets into your bloodstream and it poisons you and your thoughts. Thus causing you to want more and more of them! And I quote " That right there is the devils work."
 People who have multiple tattoos are not God's children. At this point i switched my legs and crossed them the opposite way revealing two more tattoos (Gasp)
She shut up.




The tattoo I have been wanting looks a little like this. Unfortunately there is too much stuff to fit  onto my existing arm tattoo.
 So, this might have to go on the other arm.

Sorry Mom, I know you are rolling your eyes.
What have you been dreaming about getting and why haven't you done it yet?

Thursday, November 18, 2010

She's not giving you the stink eye, that's just the way her face looks

Today I got on the elevator in my building for work. A man was already on there.
 The doors shuts.
He looks at me and the conversation goes a little like this:
Stranger: wow, bad day?
Me: Nope, everything is good actually.....?
Stranger: Your face looks upset, you look mad!
Me: Meh.. I get that a lot when I am not smiling. I look pissed off, but I'm not. That's just my regular face!!
Stranger: Oh, that's too bad.
Yep, that's me, Satan.

Maybe I'm just a cold hearted Bitch and people are seeing through to the real me.
I really don't know how to explain it but it sure is annoying.


It seems that since college I have acquired a certain "look". It is my face in neutral. When I am not talking or showing specific happiness in a smile or a laugh, I look angry. I don't know why. People I knew would approach me at parties, bars, dinner, wherever I was out at and ask me
 "What's wrong?"
 Strangers at bars would approach me and say " you look pissed, what's up!?"
 Nothing....am I not allowed to sit here and just be content?
I feel just fine, normal, me. But to others I look upset, angry or sad. 




It seemed random at first but then started happening frequently enough that it became annoying. It still IS annoying. I am not making this up. People I don't know approach me frequently and say " Smile!" or "You know, it's okay to smile!"

I want to flip these people off.

 Just ask Rindi, one of my best friends. She has been out with me on many occasions when strangers have asked me this same question over and over.  It makes me feel kinda crappy. Thus causing me to actually BE upset, then probably making me look even more pissed off.
I swear I am not doing it on purpose.

Anyone else have this problem!?


 

Tuesday, November 16, 2010

Things to Love on a Tuesday

oh deer.

Kitschy pillows on Etsy  

Perfect wedding shoes

Amazing manicures

Macaroons. The french ones.Not coconut.

A chandelier in your laundry room

My new winter coat from AE

The hood unzips and lays flat ( like the Hazen drill team jackets )


And even better, it's actually my Wednesday because I have Friday off!

What makes your Tuesday worth waking up for?

Friday, November 12, 2010

The life of a Military sorta wife

In the event that this week happens to be host to Veteran's day and the 235th Marine Corp Birthday
I wanted to share how the military has had a personal effect on my life.
From a young kid to an adult, it has always been there. 
Little me
Growing up, the only person I knew of who had anything to do with the military was my grandpa. He served in the Marines when he was a youngin’ and fought in World War II, Guadalcanal and was called back for the Korean Conflict. Even though he was long retired from a civilian job when I was little, there was a tone in his voice and crease in pants that reminded you where he came from. You could bounce a quarter off the beds in his house (in fact my mom and her siblings had to when they were growing up!) He still sported the High and Tight hair cut and had lots of military paraphernalia around the house. He was a stern man and I remember he was the one person growing up that I was scared to mouth off to, interrupt or misbehave around or I would surely get a harsh punishment.
Grandpa & Grandma

Grandma Ellen

 As I grew older, I learned of other family members who were part of the military as well. 
My grandma was part of WAC (Woman's Army  Corp.) during the war while grandpa was deployed. She lived in San Diego in Ocean beach doing paperwork. Their son, my uncle, who went to war to fight in Viet Nam as an Army helicopter mechanic that doubled as a door gunner when needed. Sadly it seems he has dealt with the repercussions of that war ever since. My own dad, who was drafted into the Navy but able to get out after boot camp since he was needed at home.

I remember finding his Navy Peacoat in the closet when I was younger and my mom telling me he had been a sailor for a few short months. It seemed so unreal, and almost unnerving that there was a past that I didn’t know about it.

Dad in his Uniform
In high school the recruiters would come and talk to students. I took the ASVAB with some friends just to see what we would score but never intended to enlist. Recruiters called my house and mom would tell them she would NEVER allow her daughter to join. A few guys from school did after graduation but living in Seattle, a pretty liberal and democratic area… joining the military at 18 isn’t the norm.

Flash Forward 2 years, I am going to college and working at Ace Hardware. My best friend Amy, who has plans to join the police academy, comes to meet me in the parking lot at closing. This is when she tells me she joined the Marines. I am speechless. She explains that she just decided it was a good move and will help her later on in her future career as a cop. She didn’t tell anyone this was even on her mind. She just went down to the recruiting office  one afternoon and signed over her life.

Amy in Iraq
I remember going home and telling my parents that night. My mom cried and asked if Amy understood what she had just done. This was 2003. We were in a war. Amy was reassured by her recruiter that there was NO WAY she would get deployed. First of all she had to go through boot camp which would take months, then get assigned to a specific job, sent to somewhere else for training…. By the time she was deployable, we would be out of the Middle East.
She didn’t have to worry about a thing! HA.
They also told her since she was a woman; she was less likely to get sent as well. Double HA.
Flash Forward 8 months, Amy gets out of boot camp and is immediately deployed to Iraq.
Surprised? Me neither.

After she came back to the states, she was based at Camp Pendleton in Oceanside ,CA. My friend Rindi and I went down to visit her for a long weekend. We met all her new friends, people we felt like we already knew because we had been hearing about them for the last year in letters Amy would send us. 

Liz & Tasia in Iraq ( The friends we would read about in Amy's letters home)


It was my first time in San Diego and I was in love immediately. On the flight home, Rindi and I decided we needed to move. We told our friends and they laughed, we told our parents and they laughed and told us they wouldn’t support us financially. We told our work and gave notice of 6 months. They realized we were serious. This would give us enough time to save for the move and find an apartment and new jobs in California.


Me & Rindi in San Diego for the first time



Our first Visit. Who wouldn't want to move here?!
April 2005 we loaded up the Uhaul and headed South. Arriving 2 days later in Oceanside at our little apartment with job interviews lined up for the next day.
We did it. (this is another blog in it’s self)


It was living here for the next 2 years of my life that I really learned what the military was all about. We made friends who we will have for life. We learned about what it is like to report to “the man”, go to war, say goodbye and lose loved ones. We watched new recruits join the battalions and old ones get promoted and move up in rank. We went to the Marine Corp. balls and pinning’s when promotions happened. We cut hair on Sunday nights and waited for Friday pay days to go out dancing .I hate to use the term " Groupie" because that gives the wrong idea. We weren't sleeping around or tagging along in envy. It was basically like Rindi and I lived as “Military Wives” but weren’t married to anyone. We partied with them, hosted thanksgiving dinners for them and tried to be family when they didn’t have anyone else around. Throughout it all, I watched my friends become something special, something honorable and courageous. We watched the wives we had become friends with send their husbands off on deployments. I even experienced it first hand with my own boyfriend at the time.

Let us reminisce



Toga Party at the Barracks

The girls- Marines not wives
 

Tasia deploying for the 2nd time


USMC Ball 2006 Amy, Rindi, Sara, Logan and Josh


USMC Ball 2005 Sara, Mae, Rindi, Amy(preggo) and me


Hanging out at the Barracks



Country dancing at the Stampede



USMC Ball

Throughout all the good times Rindi and I were having, the bad times some of them were having never went unnoticed. The group of friends we made consisted of  people who had deployed together to Iraq the year before. It was evident the effect the war had on a lot of them. I could never imagine what it must have been like for them. We heard all the war stories that they joked about as they told them, but you know they were shitting themselves when they actually happened

Amy and Liz in Iraq


Tasia, Liz, Sara


Liz & Amy
I think it really hit home one night when we had a sleep over after a party and one of the guys next to me woke up in the middle of the night with Night Tremors and flew off the bed. It scared the crap out of me. These poor guys, they would never be the same. They gave more than their 9 month/ 1 yr tour; they gave their lives, because there is trauma they will deal with forever.

As my grandpa got older, he also showed the effects of PTSD. It can creep up on you at anytime and sometimes takes years. He had trouble going in the walk in closet in his bedroom. It brought flash backs from Guadalcanal, when he had to enter enemy caves with no weapon but a knife in his hand.


Grandma came to visit me while I was in San Diego and we went to her old apt where her and grandpa lived while he was stationed down there. She was excited that I was living in the same area and around Marines like she had .



As always, with the good times, comes the bad. I learned it was more than just a saying. I saw it play out in real life. So this Veteran’s Day, I want to say thank you. I have learned what it means to “serve your country” and to do the job that many of us are far to scared to do ourselves.

We wouldn’t have what we do today without you.



That’s my story and I’m stickin to it.