Top 3 Things that Indicate You Have WAY Too Much Hair

I got my hair cut on Saturday afternoon. The haircut itself was fine. I was a little P.Oed when I booked my appointment for 2pm but they didn't have time for me until nearly 3. But I digress.
It was an interesting time. Whenever I go to get my hair done, it's just such an ordeal that it inspired me to write this blog. All these things happened on the Saturday during my hair appointment....enjoy.

Top Three Things that Indicate You Have WAY Too Much Hair

3. When you tell your hairdresser that you want you hair thinned out and she says "Oh, I have to!"-- as if gtting my hair thinned out was not a request by me, but more of a matter of fact statement; as in there WAS no decision to be made.

2. She takes two 5-minute breaks while cutting your hair to 'catch her breath'.

1. She recruits someone else to help blow dry your hair.

Not Enough Time

I hear people complaining everyday about how busy they are. I really just want to tell them all to shut up. I'm sure I have them all beat, two fold.

I have a full time job which runs me 35 hours+ a week. I then have a part time job on the side for about 15 hours a week. I'm also completing the Career Development Practitioner Certificate with Conestoga College-on a part time basis-with two classes over the summer. And if that wasn't enough, I decided to pick up my flute again (see my earlier posting) with a one hour weekly lesson and plenty of practice time on the side.

So I now carry around an agenda book which outlines my day for me. My inspiration regarding this blog I the fact that I forgot the thing at home. I'm now lost without it! That's how busy I am.

So, if we were to tally all this up we have:

35 hrs for my Full Time Job
15 hrs for my Part Time Job
20 hrs for my Part Time Courses
05 hrs for my Flute Lesson and practice
55 hrs for Sleeping (sleeping is overrated anyhow...)
12 hrs for Traveling Time To/From Jobs
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142 hrs in Total
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168 hrs in a Week (which leaves......)
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26 hrs of "Me Time"


Geez...a whole 26 hrs just for myself!? That's over a FULL day worth of time all to myself! What the heck am I complaining about then. Nevermind the house cleaning, the cooking and batheing too...but I guess that's all overrated too.

Back to work!

Dear Cute Boy

Dear Cute Boy,

I haven't seen you around before. It was wonderful to meet you the other day.

We chatted for a while, spoke with other friends and had a great night. Thanks for making an otherwise boring evening a lot of fun.

You caught me off guard when you asked me for my phone number. I was so flattered! It made me feel all giddy again! I told you I was married...you were crushed. I'm sorry.

It would never have worked out. You're so much younger than I am. You should never ask a lady how old she is! Let alone be shocked when she reveals it.

Who knows, another time, another place, another lifetime it might have worked out between us. Alas, it wasn't meant to be.

Was it you? Was it me? Does it really matter? Let's just remember the good time(s) and move on. Thanks again for a great evening!

Signed,
Flattered Girl

Where Has the Love Gone?

Dear Shea,

I honestly don't know where to start.

First, I want to congratulate you on your new "family edition" by adopting that beautiful little girl into your family. That deletes any visual images of your and your "wife" trying to produce one in my head. I know John Gibbons didn't congratulate you on your adoption... I'll apologize to you for his stupidity.....

You were so excited to meet me, spend time with me... I mean; I welcomed you to my HOME dammit. I loved you with open arms, no strings attached and you said you loved it here. You told me so!

Which is why this is so hard to write...how could you tell everyone that we're a sinking ship and that you want to leave me? We're trying to protect you by not saying anything to the pesky media; but you're just blabbing all over the place. What happened...oh Shea...what happened!?

Oh how oh how do I word this?

I can't believe you're leaving me. After all the love I gave you, after I poured out my heart, clapped when you scored a home run, blabbing to my friends you'd be back in town, drooling over your picture.....and now you're leaving me. All high and dry. You SAY you love me, but you're leaving me. I know our love has only lasted for 1.5 seasons, but the love felt so real. So real.

I feel so cheap, so used, so abused. Shea, where did the love go?

Signed,
Your Ex-Favourite Fan

"Ching"lish

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I'm not one to make fun of other ethnicities; honestly.

I was on my way home yesterday and someone was handing out free stuff. I'm never one to not pick up free stuff....so I got a free pedometer. Sweet ass!

I opened the instructions and the picture on the left is what it said. I had tears in my eyes with the "Operational Manual" section. So, let me get this straight...1 paragraph constitutes a "manual" nowadays!?

Anyhow, read...and enjoy!

One time...At Band Camp...

Well, it's been nearly 10 years, but I picked it up again. I had a flute lesson! It was fun...but I realized how much I've lost.

I won't be humble here; I was really good back in the day. I could play 4 octaves with no problem and trill like a master. I hardly had to write any notes in the staff, accidentials were a whiz and bring on the "Coda"s any time!

Pulling out my flute last night at my lesson was a very humbling experience. I couldn't remember how to count the notes, read many of them, and play lower octave notes. The fingerings for many of the notes I remember quite well, but again, I had to ask for help on some of them.

Despite all that, I had a lot of fun. It was great to pick it up again. I'm not sure what my overall goal is, but to play it again has been so much fun already. I'm hoping that I can get back to the level I was play at before; but I wished I never put it down in the first place!

I guess the one thing I've learned from this experience is that when you have a gift--a true and genuine gift--don't leave it by the wayside. Nuture it, foster it and let it grow.