It dawned on me recently how totally odd I am sometimes. I used to HATE dentists and I would only go to the best hair stylists. Last Monday, I went to a barber shop to get my hair cut and then went to my bi-annual dentist appointment. I cannot explain how AGAINST going to both places I used to be prior to...oh, Monday. I used to pride myself on good hair cuts...while, my haircut is beautifully done, I did not have the "salon" experience. I did not have 25 girls running around gossiping and stealing clients. I did not have 15 hair dryers blaring in my ears. Instead I had great music and a quality cut. All in about 20 minutes. Yup.
Now, my new years resolution has nothing to do with hair. Instead, I want to use my new electric toothbrush everyday and I am going to continue whitening my teeth. If I can force myself to stick with these tasks instead of being lazy and using my regular toothbrush since it doesn't MAKE me brush for 2 full minutes, I will perhaps make the investment in Invisi-hell. I know my teeth are straight enough. I'm just picky and i want them as perfect as they were in High School. Vanity sucks.
Sunday, February 1, 2009
Sunday, December 14, 2008
Blast from the past
A few months ago, April and I had a garage sale. I sold a standing picture frame that had slots for about 20 different sized pictures. I thought I had emptied the slots and put all the pictures in my house. One random picture of me and some friends MANY YEARS AGO at Disneyland ended up in April's front yard.
Fast forward to yesterday. I get a text msg on my work cell phone saying "Nicole????!!!" I respond "Yeah???!!!" Ends up being a great friend of mine from my Freshman - Junior years of college, Jimmy. He and I partied A LOT together 12ish years ago. He helped me through a major breakup after college and stood by me through many job changes.
We met at the Alexandria Hotel at a party because he asked me if I knew Steve or where Steve was and I pretended I did...Steve had stolen one of his friend's shoes and little did I know that Steve was a fictitious psychedelic rubber chicken. I spent all night with that group (oddly, I cannot remember who I actually went to this party with but can remember hanging out with this group of guys.) One thing led to another and our randomness led to a great friendship. One time I was staying at Karisma's house in Culver City for the weekend, since I was in school at UCSB and hated the drunk frat-boy scene. There were no parties that night, damn cops probably busted everything before it happened, or the promoters snorted all the money prior to the party even opening. Anyway, Jimmy calls me and asks what we're doing. "Um, nothing." He says he's coming to get me...UM from the Inland Empire? Okay. So he drives from BFE to Culver City, I get in his car to go WE DON'T KNOW WHERE and we end up at Disneyland at 8:30pm. We were excited because we had like 2 or 3 hours to RUN through Disneyland before it closed and we were on a mission to find Mickey Mouse. After searching and searching (and finding many rubber chickens that talked), we make it to Mickey's house and his little helper had said that Mickey had already gone to bed. Since the others were less than sober, they all began to literally cry. The helper felt so bad that she went and got Mickey from his "bedroom" and Mickey came out to take pictures with us. Many years later this picture ended up on the grass of my sister-in-law's house.
Yesterday, Jimmy called. We talked for about 30 minutes. It was great catching up with old friends. Technology is amazing, these days. Perhaps I will get annoyed with people from the past finding me but for now it warms my heart to know most of my friends are doing well and are happy. Some of the memories I have with these people with whom I have had no contact for years are priceless. I'm so thankful to have a means to rekindle friendships that were accidentally lost.
Fast forward to yesterday. I get a text msg on my work cell phone saying "Nicole????!!!" I respond "Yeah???!!!" Ends up being a great friend of mine from my Freshman - Junior years of college, Jimmy. He and I partied A LOT together 12ish years ago. He helped me through a major breakup after college and stood by me through many job changes.
We met at the Alexandria Hotel at a party because he asked me if I knew Steve or where Steve was and I pretended I did...Steve had stolen one of his friend's shoes and little did I know that Steve was a fictitious psychedelic rubber chicken. I spent all night with that group (oddly, I cannot remember who I actually went to this party with but can remember hanging out with this group of guys.) One thing led to another and our randomness led to a great friendship. One time I was staying at Karisma's house in Culver City for the weekend, since I was in school at UCSB and hated the drunk frat-boy scene. There were no parties that night, damn cops probably busted everything before it happened, or the promoters snorted all the money prior to the party even opening. Anyway, Jimmy calls me and asks what we're doing. "Um, nothing." He says he's coming to get me...UM from the Inland Empire? Okay. So he drives from BFE to Culver City, I get in his car to go WE DON'T KNOW WHERE and we end up at Disneyland at 8:30pm. We were excited because we had like 2 or 3 hours to RUN through Disneyland before it closed and we were on a mission to find Mickey Mouse. After searching and searching (and finding many rubber chickens that talked), we make it to Mickey's house and his little helper had said that Mickey had already gone to bed. Since the others were less than sober, they all began to literally cry. The helper felt so bad that she went and got Mickey from his "bedroom" and Mickey came out to take pictures with us. Many years later this picture ended up on the grass of my sister-in-law's house.
Yesterday, Jimmy called. We talked for about 30 minutes. It was great catching up with old friends. Technology is amazing, these days. Perhaps I will get annoyed with people from the past finding me but for now it warms my heart to know most of my friends are doing well and are happy. Some of the memories I have with these people with whom I have had no contact for years are priceless. I'm so thankful to have a means to rekindle friendships that were accidentally lost.
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
She made me laugh
So, a good friend of mine started blogging recently. I wait and wait on pins for her next post. The thought passed my mind a few times that I wanted to start an Ediary of some sort but I'm obviously not going to talk about my most personal things. Usually I just want to rant about some idiot who wasted an insane amout of my time.
Most recently I use my facebook to whine about my daily issues...hence the new blog. Facebook is seen by EVERYONE. I'm thinking I'mnot going to publish this to many people. At least I have place to whine while I'm drinking my wine every night.
I'm tired and not creative, so tonights blurb will be short. I'm annoyed that my beautiful oven is acting like a 2 year old and that I need to have it serviced. I'm not stoked that I have to make a decision regarding children SOON. I'm pleased that I found the beautiful stove for such a great price and I'm thankful for my health and great friends. Positive people. I'm trying to remember all the great things I have in my life versus the crap.
Though, this is my little place to whine. So, whine, I may do often.
Most recently I use my facebook to whine about my daily issues...hence the new blog. Facebook is seen by EVERYONE. I'm thinking I'mnot going to publish this to many people. At least I have place to whine while I'm drinking my wine every night.
I'm tired and not creative, so tonights blurb will be short. I'm annoyed that my beautiful oven is acting like a 2 year old and that I need to have it serviced. I'm not stoked that I have to make a decision regarding children SOON. I'm pleased that I found the beautiful stove for such a great price and I'm thankful for my health and great friends. Positive people. I'm trying to remember all the great things I have in my life versus the crap.
Though, this is my little place to whine. So, whine, I may do often.
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