After consulting the Gentleman Formerly Known As Liza's ManFriend, I have an addendum to the last post...
The Gentleman Formerly Known As Liza's ManFriend will now be dubbed:
"Liza's Tall Glass of Mantini, Shaken, Not Stirred".
Friday, July 31, 2009
My Fave
Yes, you read my post title correctly. I will tell you one of my fave things in the world at large. Ok, actually my fave elite and uber important person (other than myself).
Everybody and their brother from another mother has been out there blogging about their favorito stuff in life. Online and offline. From fave blogs, to books, to haircare products, etc etc etc. As you may or may not have noticed, I am a copycat. If I see you do or say something that I like, I'll steal that thing or word and make it my ownspice. Lamespice? Ask Lauren.
btw, Lauren- I bought that raisin Almay mascara and I'm wearing it today for the first time. So far I'm not in love with it. But, time will tell. Maybe it'll look better with different color eyeshadow?
So, here I am telling you about my love affair with Jack Handy. He is not only the bestest comedian out there, he is also my Baby Daddy. Just a joke- calm down peeps, I don't have a Baby Daddy in real life. I picked up the random and inappropriate use of that phrase/title while in Georgia! Isn't it fetch? Blame the Peaches.
“Is there anything more beautiful than a beautiful, beautiful flamingo, flying across in front of a beautiful sunset? And he's carrying a beautiful rose in his beak, and also he's carrying a very beautiful painting with his feet. And also, you're drunk.”
June Cleaver posted that quote from dear ole Jack and I stumbled across it today while stalking her and reading her old posts. While she is on her top-secret NASA mission, June refuses to post anything new for me to read... so what else am I supposed to do?? Pick a new fave blogizzle? Never!! I know you're saying to yourself "never say never", but #1 you are not my mom and you can't take that tone with me... and #2 you're tacky and I hate you. again, I'm joking with you. I don't rly hate you. And, without using google or an encyclopedia, can you tell me where the 'tacky' quote comes from? That right there is a challenge my friend who may or may not be tackier than tacky.
[aside: June, if you see someone peering in your windows while you drink your six-pack(s) tonight it is NOT, I repeat NOT me!! I was there stalking you last night as per usual, but I'm now home in NYC. It is most likely Matthew McConaughey so don't be alarmed and please blog about him soon. kthanxbye]
Where was I?? Ah yes, Jack Handy is the funniest person I know. After that I also enjoy the humor of me, myself, I, and also Liza's manfriend [who we will now call.... hrmmm.... Liza's ManFriend. That may not work tho bc when I abbreve it he becomes LMF which reminds me of MF'er, and hello ppl this blog is for kids... any suggestions? until you suggest something better that's all I've got]. Liza's ManFriend and I both quote Jack Handy quite often. It's what makes us so funny. Obvi. Hot Dang!
Reality is this. I do enjoy the quote June posted. However, it isn't rly my fave. No offense June. No offense.
My favie lil Jack quote is as follows... and I will leave you to ponder this thought...
.
.
.
“Probably the saddest thing you'll ever see is a mosquito sucking on a mummy. Forget it, little friend.”
If you didn't laugh then you need to re-read the quote in a monotone Jackish voice and picture a field of wildflowers in the sunset. If you still don't get it please inquire within and I will try to walk you thru the complexities of being funny.
Everybody and their brother from another mother has been out there blogging about their favorito stuff in life. Online and offline. From fave blogs, to books, to haircare products, etc etc etc. As you may or may not have noticed, I am a copycat. If I see you do or say something that I like, I'll steal that thing or word and make it my ownspice. Lamespice? Ask Lauren.
btw, Lauren- I bought that raisin Almay mascara and I'm wearing it today for the first time. So far I'm not in love with it. But, time will tell. Maybe it'll look better with different color eyeshadow?
So, here I am telling you about my love affair with Jack Handy. He is not only the bestest comedian out there, he is also my Baby Daddy. Just a joke- calm down peeps, I don't have a Baby Daddy in real life. I picked up the random and inappropriate use of that phrase/title while in Georgia! Isn't it fetch? Blame the Peaches.
“Is there anything more beautiful than a beautiful, beautiful flamingo, flying across in front of a beautiful sunset? And he's carrying a beautiful rose in his beak, and also he's carrying a very beautiful painting with his feet. And also, you're drunk.”
June Cleaver posted that quote from dear ole Jack and I stumbled across it today while stalking her and reading her old posts. While she is on her top-secret NASA mission, June refuses to post anything new for me to read... so what else am I supposed to do?? Pick a new fave blogizzle? Never!! I know you're saying to yourself "never say never", but #1 you are not my mom and you can't take that tone with me... and #2 you're tacky and I hate you. again, I'm joking with you. I don't rly hate you. And, without using google or an encyclopedia, can you tell me where the 'tacky' quote comes from? That right there is a challenge my friend who may or may not be tackier than tacky.
[aside: June, if you see someone peering in your windows while you drink your six-pack(s) tonight it is NOT, I repeat NOT me!! I was there stalking you last night as per usual, but I'm now home in NYC. It is most likely Matthew McConaughey so don't be alarmed and please blog about him soon. kthanxbye]
Where was I?? Ah yes, Jack Handy is the funniest person I know. After that I also enjoy the humor of me, myself, I, and also Liza's manfriend [who we will now call.... hrmmm.... Liza's ManFriend. That may not work tho bc when I abbreve it he becomes LMF which reminds me of MF'er, and hello ppl this blog is for kids... any suggestions? until you suggest something better that's all I've got]. Liza's ManFriend and I both quote Jack Handy quite often. It's what makes us so funny. Obvi. Hot Dang!
Reality is this. I do enjoy the quote June posted. However, it isn't rly my fave. No offense June. No offense.
My favie lil Jack quote is as follows... and I will leave you to ponder this thought...
.
.
.
“Probably the saddest thing you'll ever see is a mosquito sucking on a mummy. Forget it, little friend.”
If you didn't laugh then you need to re-read the quote in a monotone Jackish voice and picture a field of wildflowers in the sunset. If you still don't get it please inquire within and I will try to walk you thru the complexities of being funny.
Thursday, July 30, 2009
back to the future
Here I am. Back in business.
Who likes Hayward? I think Hayden Christensen would be a good fit. He could at least audition for the role anyway.
NYC missed me more than usual and I am not at liberty to say why. Let's just say it is because I'm amazing and leave it at that.
I have so much to tell you and so much to catch-up on now that I'm back in the home country.
I'll start by bringing you up to speed on the southern phrases...
I mentioned to Helena that I hadn't seen her in a year, although she insisted she was in NYC visiting me in May. Yeah... that was May, 2008. When she figured that out she said:
"It seems like I was just up there. It's been one hot minute."
Translation:
"Uptown Girl, you are so smart. I guess time flies."
Hot is hot. Hot is the new black. I heard it used in these 5 ways: Hot mess. Hot minute. Hot stuff. Hot and humid. Hot 80s costume.
In a hot minute I'll tell you some other phrases.
Negative. Negative is a big one. Instead of answering a question using the standard "no", I heard a lot of "negative".
That is a lie. Instead of correcting a word or a phrase, or taking it back, etc, Helena would state "that is a lie". For example....
"I like having you around Uptown Girl. That is a lie. I love having you around. Even if it is for only a few days. Negative. That is a lie. You are only here for a hot minute."
Moral of the story: Helena lies a lot.
Mary, on the other hand, is as honest as white on rice. She says a lot of "I'm not gonna lie". For example:
"I'm not gonna lie, you look like a hot mess Uptown Girl." Thanks for being so forthcoming Mary. You have my trust.
Well, those are all the new phrases I can recall. Aren't they fetch? *wink* *wink* Obvi.
The main thing I need to catch-up on now that I'm homeski is... wait for it... blogging! My bloggizzle missed me and my ferociously fierce self. And I missed reading all y'all's blogs. I'm way behind in my reading. My blog reading and my Harry Potter reading. Yes, I am reading the first HP book as we speak blog. So far... eh. It's aight. It's ok. I do kinda want my own owl to deliver my mail, newspaper, and parcels. I mean, why should I not have that? I live in the land of the free and home of the privileged. I should have an owl. I would send a lot more parcels if I had an owl. Totes. But it's no Lord of the Rings... and def not as good as Twilight so far... oh Edward Cullen. Oh me, oh my.
btw- i don't know about you, but I'm so falling out of love with Robward. I mean... I need to re-read Twilight after I finish HP, and I will always be Team Edward (sorry all you Team Jacob-ites. No comparison there. I mean, does Jacob sparkle?? that's what I thought. yeah. NO). But that Robert Pattinson kid? I'm liking and swooning less and less. And less. He just doesn't embody Edward Cullen for me. Too much? Is this giving you a mini-heart attack? I apologize ahead of time to those of you who may be scandalized and offended. And I offer you this peace offering:
I believe that jewelry can heal all wounds. Who doesn't love a new pair of earrings??
As for my ideas for an alternate movie Edward...
Who likes Hayward? I think Hayden Christensen would be a good fit. He could at least audition for the role anyway.
And another Robward! Robert Buckley. I can actually picture him sparkling in the sun. And wearing those glasses so we can't see his vampire-ish eye color.
Mr. Buckley, you have my vote.
Who are you voting for? Current Robward, Hayward, or alternate Robward? I would totally go for someone completely better but had to choose guys who could pass for 17. Oh this is getting awkward. Like a turtle on its back.
So, what's everybody been up to in my absence? A lot of tears? A lot of boredom? A lot of curiosity about my va-cay-cay? That's only natural. I'm back now so rest easy you little hot mess, you.
Tell me everything. aaaannnnnndddddd GO.
Sunday, July 26, 2009
Millions of Peaches... well just one actually :)
So its Sunday night, and my favorite Uptown Girl is currently holding in her little hand... what else but a peach!! Basically, we're supposed to be at movie night next door, but we weren't digging the movie (as Uptown Girl says "It's lamespice!") so now we're blogging. Please do't get mad at us Helena. You know it was lamespice.
A little introduction. I'm pretty much loving having this fabulous chick here with us in Augusta! My name is Mary, and Uptown Girl previously referred to me as the "presh" little sister of her friend Helena. Basically she wants me to blog, so I'm humoring her and hoping she doesn't try to cut me!
Apparently there's a fantasy that is brewing which involves me moving to NYC and covering the entire apartment's rent with the pay upgrade I will receive. Unfortunately I'm thinking this is pretty unlikely, but who knows. I guess as a wise woman would say, "Time will tell..."
I digress. Time to tell about the visit.
So my sister (not Helena... the other one, Rebecca) turned 30 during our visit with Uptown Girl and her "hot self" (as she refers to herself). Rebecca decided that we needed to have a costume party to celebrate the occasion. Now, I'm going to try to be unbiased, but we were pretty glamorous!!! I mean, I don't want to brag but... well how about we just show you.
From left to right: Ethan (disco-tech king with glue on chest hair), me (Roman empress, not to be confused with a golden angel), Uptown Girl (80's rocker extraordinaire) and Rebecca (the birthday girl in gypsy attire).
Sisterly love with the Georgia Peaches :) On the far right is Helena (Uptown Girl's bestie and twin 80's rocker-- and that's a pretty hot shoulder. Swoon as needed...)
Basically we danced the night away, and some stayed up until 4 am (hint: neither of those writing this post were involved in the 4 am madness because I work a real job and was exhausted on a Friday night, and Uptown Girl was having to adjust to the GA timezone. She had jetlag for the first 2 days of the visit.)
Here's a little rundown of the other things we've done:
Belly dancing for dummies- We learned some fantastic dance moves for Friday night's party from our aerobic dance class.
Shopping at Wal-Mart- Been there two times since arrival... INAPPROPRIATE!!! But apparently we have some pretty great deals on goods in Augusta!
Shopping at Target- Only once, but again, great deals!
Shopping at Old Navy- Uptown Girl was tired of trying on clothes after the Target experience, and as hard as she tried to find her size in the favorite shoes, alas, she left empty-handed. But Helena... not so much!!!
Eating, Swimming, Eating, Swimming- if you know Uptown Girl or me or Helena and how hot it gets in the GA summer, this one should be self explanatory.
Running. Because we're amazing. Boom Boom Pow. It was hot! Literally! Mazeltov.
Making friends with the little guys- My nephews think Uptown Girl is their new best friend and affectionately refer to her as their "Aunt". She loves it!
Getting acquainted with the GA crew- Uptown Girl was stunned at first, but thankfully the group has redeemed themselves since the first frightening encounter (and not because she's super-shy. Seriously. Frightening. I mean I would have been...)
Drinking from the same keg on Friday, Saturday, and at Sunday brunch (by orders of my brother-in-law). Everybody was called on to do their part.
Sadly, our friend goes home tomorrow. But never fear, plans have been made for a follow-up visit to NYC (at least by me. Don't really know what Helena's plan is).
In closing, I've got a feeling that tonight's gunna be a good night! Peach out! Later y'all!
A little introduction. I'm pretty much loving having this fabulous chick here with us in Augusta! My name is Mary, and Uptown Girl previously referred to me as the "presh" little sister of her friend Helena. Basically she wants me to blog, so I'm humoring her and hoping she doesn't try to cut me!
Apparently there's a fantasy that is brewing which involves me moving to NYC and covering the entire apartment's rent with the pay upgrade I will receive. Unfortunately I'm thinking this is pretty unlikely, but who knows. I guess as a wise woman would say, "Time will tell..."
I digress. Time to tell about the visit.
So my sister (not Helena... the other one, Rebecca) turned 30 during our visit with Uptown Girl and her "hot self" (as she refers to herself). Rebecca decided that we needed to have a costume party to celebrate the occasion. Now, I'm going to try to be unbiased, but we were pretty glamorous!!! I mean, I don't want to brag but... well how about we just show you.
From left to right: Ethan (disco-tech king with glue on chest hair), me (Roman empress, not to be confused with a golden angel), Uptown Girl (80's rocker extraordinaire) and Rebecca (the birthday girl in gypsy attire).
Sisterly love with the Georgia Peaches :) On the far right is Helena (Uptown Girl's bestie and twin 80's rocker-- and that's a pretty hot shoulder. Swoon as needed...)Basically we danced the night away, and some stayed up until 4 am (hint: neither of those writing this post were involved in the 4 am madness because I work a real job and was exhausted on a Friday night, and Uptown Girl was having to adjust to the GA timezone. She had jetlag for the first 2 days of the visit.)
Here's a little rundown of the other things we've done:
Belly dancing for dummies- We learned some fantastic dance moves for Friday night's party from our aerobic dance class.
Shopping at Wal-Mart- Been there two times since arrival... INAPPROPRIATE!!! But apparently we have some pretty great deals on goods in Augusta!
Shopping at Target- Only once, but again, great deals!
Shopping at Old Navy- Uptown Girl was tired of trying on clothes after the Target experience, and as hard as she tried to find her size in the favorite shoes, alas, she left empty-handed. But Helena... not so much!!!
Eating, Swimming, Eating, Swimming- if you know Uptown Girl or me or Helena and how hot it gets in the GA summer, this one should be self explanatory.
Running. Because we're amazing. Boom Boom Pow. It was hot! Literally! Mazeltov.
Making friends with the little guys- My nephews think Uptown Girl is their new best friend and affectionately refer to her as their "Aunt". She loves it!
Getting acquainted with the GA crew- Uptown Girl was stunned at first, but thankfully the group has redeemed themselves since the first frightening encounter (and not because she's super-shy. Seriously. Frightening. I mean I would have been...)
Drinking from the same keg on Friday, Saturday, and at Sunday brunch (by orders of my brother-in-law). Everybody was called on to do their part.
Sadly, our friend goes home tomorrow. But never fear, plans have been made for a follow-up visit to NYC (at least by me. Don't really know what Helena's plan is).
In closing, I've got a feeling that tonight's gunna be a good night! Peach out! Later y'all!
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
Georgia on My Mind
That's right bloggity bloggers I'm outey. Makey outey? Workey outey?
nope.
outey outey.
Heading to the great state of Georgia. Off to conquer the South like the Yankee I am.
Don't worry because I will try to post from Georgia. Really I'm gonna try to get my precious little Georgia Peaches (Helena and Mary) to post for me... so you can get the flava flave of those darling Southern accents and phrases. That's right, y'all.
My plan for a return post on Tuesday (yes I am planning ahead): I will collect all the little phrases, metaphors, and similes I hear while on vacay. And I will bring them back to you as a souvenir! I'm the best, I know. You don't have to thank me now. Thank me on Tuesday.
One phrase I happen to recall from *Adventures in Georgia: Trip 1-Izzle My Nizzle Lemon Drizzle* in March, 2003. Oh, those were the days... I remember them fondly.
I got off the plane, Helena picked me up at the postage-stamp-sized airport. We were both so excited and giggly. I asked her if she had to work while I was visiting, and if she could spend a lot of time with me. She replied:
"Girl, I'm gonna be stuck to you like white on rice!"
Translation: "No, I'm not working, you silly Yankee, and we'll get to spend a lot of time together... but I talk this way because I'm way cool... now let's go get some barbecue".
Ahhh... I know this is Uptown Blasphemy, but I think I was meant to be a Southerner. When I'm down yonder I even get into talking the way they talk, saying y'all, and trying to come up with weird sayings like this...
When I get off the plane tomorrow I plan on telling Helena:
"Girl, I'm so happy to be here, glad you don't hafta work this weekend cuz I'm gonna be stuck to you like gum in a little girl's curls!"
Translation: "So glad to be in Georgia with you and that you aren't working. I'm excited to spend time with you because you are the coolest. You are so so presh! And by the time Monday rolls around it'll be really rly hard to say goodbye so let's live it up! Let's party like the rockstars we are. Oh yeah, we have a costume party where we are dressing up as 80's rockstars, how should we do our hair? Do you have any banana clips?"
This is a picture of how I probably looked during *Trip 1*. Don't I look fetch?
nope.
outey outey.
Heading to the great state of Georgia. Off to conquer the South like the Yankee I am.
Don't worry because I will try to post from Georgia. Really I'm gonna try to get my precious little Georgia Peaches (Helena and Mary) to post for me... so you can get the flava flave of those darling Southern accents and phrases. That's right, y'all.
My plan for a return post on Tuesday (yes I am planning ahead): I will collect all the little phrases, metaphors, and similes I hear while on vacay. And I will bring them back to you as a souvenir! I'm the best, I know. You don't have to thank me now. Thank me on Tuesday.
One phrase I happen to recall from *Adventures in Georgia: Trip 1-Izzle My Nizzle Lemon Drizzle* in March, 2003. Oh, those were the days... I remember them fondly.
I got off the plane, Helena picked me up at the postage-stamp-sized airport. We were both so excited and giggly. I asked her if she had to work while I was visiting, and if she could spend a lot of time with me. She replied:
"Girl, I'm gonna be stuck to you like white on rice!"
Translation: "No, I'm not working, you silly Yankee, and we'll get to spend a lot of time together... but I talk this way because I'm way cool... now let's go get some barbecue".
Ahhh... I know this is Uptown Blasphemy, but I think I was meant to be a Southerner. When I'm down yonder I even get into talking the way they talk, saying y'all, and trying to come up with weird sayings like this...
When I get off the plane tomorrow I plan on telling Helena:
"Girl, I'm so happy to be here, glad you don't hafta work this weekend cuz I'm gonna be stuck to you like gum in a little girl's curls!"
Translation: "So glad to be in Georgia with you and that you aren't working. I'm excited to spend time with you because you are the coolest. You are so so presh! And by the time Monday rolls around it'll be really rly hard to say goodbye so let's live it up! Let's party like the rockstars we are. Oh yeah, we have a costume party where we are dressing up as 80's rockstars, how should we do our hair? Do you have any banana clips?"
This is a picture of how I probably looked during *Trip 1*. Don't I look fetch?Will you miss me while I'm away? I know you will. Don't cry little one. I will treasure you in my heart for the next 5 days until we are re-united. I will eat peaches and barbecue in your honor. I will suffer thru the massive amounts of humidity wishing you could experience it with me. I will get a tan and laugh away 10 pounds knowing that you want the best for me. I will swim my little heart out and have a handstand contest in the pool. I will win that handstand contest for you. To make you proud. I will have a grand ole time.
Until we meet again.... peace out trout.
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
Sam is my bestie.
You believe in the 6-degrees-of-Kevin-Bacon, right? Or at least the 6-degrees-of-separation?
Well, I know we all come to these blogs with different faiths and varying belief systems, but if we all believe in the 6-degrees then we are all really connected.
Therefore I am practically blood brothers with Sam Champion. obvi.
[aside- shout out to Laura of "Life is An Adventure--Dare It". She used the word 'obvi'. Good girl. She is the shiz-nit and always has been. Fo shizzle my nizzle lemon drizzle.]
Here's the flow.... my youngest sister Bina is 14. This morning she was in nyc at Good Morning America at 5:30 (AM!!!! 5:30 in the morning!!!! wtf???) for her friend's 14th bday celebration. The girls all came into the city to go to the show and have a blast. I don't know how anything is a blast at 5:30am, but I digress.
So, Sam Champion had a whole convo on tv with Bina's friends Katherine and the bday girl Julia. He even made a rude comment about Julia's braces. He said he likes them, but still... who says that... on live tv... to a 14 year old b-day girl... who is sensitive about her braces already??!!! Rood, Sam. Rood. Even so, Sam is my bestie. BFFs.
Also, Bina stood next to her friends waving at Sam and screaming WOOOHOOOOOOOO!!! She makes me proud.
Sammy and I have only 1 or 2 degrees of separation (1 degree if Bina shouting at Sam counts, 2 degrees if it is her friends. No, either way I have 1 degree bc I practically raised those girls. All three of them. On my own. I made them what they are today.). Ok, Sam and I have 1 degree separation. Done and doner.
I also have 1 degree separation from Kevin Bacon. Short story is this: he was staring at my brother Pete at a bar one night. Pete noticed him staring, and KBacon tried to avert his eyes, but he wasn't fast enough and Petie caught him. Poor K-BLT was embarrassed... obvi.
1 degree separation from Kevin Bacon, 2 to his wife Kyra Sedgwick aka Chief Brenda Lee Johnson. I less than three Kyra. She is so awesome on The Closer. Makes me want to confess to a crime I didn't even commit... or did I??? She's that good.
Well, I know we all come to these blogs with different faiths and varying belief systems, but if we all believe in the 6-degrees then we are all really connected.
Therefore I am practically blood brothers with Sam Champion. obvi.
[aside- shout out to Laura of "Life is An Adventure--Dare It". She used the word 'obvi'. Good girl. She is the shiz-nit and always has been. Fo shizzle my nizzle lemon drizzle.]
Here's the flow.... my youngest sister Bina is 14. This morning she was in nyc at Good Morning America at 5:30 (AM!!!! 5:30 in the morning!!!! wtf???) for her friend's 14th bday celebration. The girls all came into the city to go to the show and have a blast. I don't know how anything is a blast at 5:30am, but I digress.
So, Sam Champion had a whole convo on tv with Bina's friends Katherine and the bday girl Julia. He even made a rude comment about Julia's braces. He said he likes them, but still... who says that... on live tv... to a 14 year old b-day girl... who is sensitive about her braces already??!!! Rood, Sam. Rood. Even so, Sam is my bestie. BFFs.
Also, Bina stood next to her friends waving at Sam and screaming WOOOHOOOOOOOO!!! She makes me proud.
Sammy and I have only 1 or 2 degrees of separation (1 degree if Bina shouting at Sam counts, 2 degrees if it is her friends. No, either way I have 1 degree bc I practically raised those girls. All three of them. On my own. I made them what they are today.). Ok, Sam and I have 1 degree separation. Done and doner.
I also have 1 degree separation from Kevin Bacon. Short story is this: he was staring at my brother Pete at a bar one night. Pete noticed him staring, and KBacon tried to avert his eyes, but he wasn't fast enough and Petie caught him. Poor K-BLT was embarrassed... obvi.
1 degree separation from Kevin Bacon, 2 to his wife Kyra Sedgwick aka Chief Brenda Lee Johnson. I less than three Kyra. She is so awesome on The Closer. Makes me want to confess to a crime I didn't even commit... or did I??? She's that good.
Ok, so now that we're clear I want you to know something. I'm only 1 or 2 degrees away from these celebs. And from what I can tell, it makes the little people (Kevin Bacon, Kyra, and Sam) feel pretty important to be so closely related to me. How sacot is that? I mean, it's only natural (I know), but it is so humbling for me.
Monday, July 20, 2009
DRUM ROLL PLEASE........
I did it. I went to the salon after work on Friday with my friend (and roomie) Lovey.
I told Petra, my hairdresser to the stars, to do whatever she wanted. All I knew was that I wanted my greys to go away, to a land far far away to live greyly ever after.
Petra suggested red highlights throughout my hair. I heart red hair in general. On men. On women. Ask anyone. But maybe not on me?
So I gave her the go-ahead and this is the result:
I'm not in love with it. And my greys are still naked. And more noticeable than before. What now? Don't worry because I'm going back next week to try to get them camouflaged. You know it. Also, it was so $$ that I just got the color done and skipped the haircut. Obvi.
I'm still trying to give the color time to grow on me and I'm already up to the "sort of like it" level. But, in the meantime I'm a little out of it and not feeling 100% like blogging. It is making me wonder if this is simply a brunette blog?
I know I should own it, but I'm not. Feel free to call seCURity on me. I deserve it. I'm a complicated order.
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