26 August 2006

In which, the gals get new hairdos


Tee hee. The Brown and her brownlettes got new hairdos today. Ms J was firm on what she wanted. She wanted the same haircut she had when she was 3 yrs old. "I want my hair short, and with bangs, like when I was 3. That looked so cute".

Who am I to argue with a 5 yr old who knows her own mind regarding hairstyles? I'm trying to train my girls to be direct with the hairstylist. So many times, I've sat in the chair, not known what I wanted, let the stylist do what she wanted, and ended up not liking it. And then acting like it was great. NOT GOOD. Not something I want to teach my children. It's their hair! They should have it how they want it! Plus, you're paying a stylist for a service, and you should get your money's worth, get what you want, leave happy, etc. I also find it a bit retarded when diners tell the server everything is great, when...well, when they don't really think it's great. Anyhow, I digress...

I was a bit sad to think Ms J's long-all-one-length hair, which was hell in the growing, would be a thing of the past, but I told her "Well, discuss that with Judy, and you decide."

Judy agreed the length would be best shorter. But she tried to dissuade Ms J from losing the "all one length" and getting bangs. But Ms J was firm. So Judy finally said to me "well, it WILL look really cute. It just means more maintainance, and a big pain in the butt when she wants to grow the bangs out again. But it will look very cute on her."

So in the end, Ms J got what she wanted. And OH MY WORD, she is SOOOO pleased.

Ms C, on the other hand, was devastated that she wasn't getting her hair cut. She recently had hers done, and it had been ages since Ms J and I had been to the stylist, so I reminded her of that, but she was still very upset. She's been wanting pink streaks in her hair for quite awhile now, and last time I had her into Judy's, they discussed it, and Judy told her the best she could do would be some fuschia/ dark red-ish streaks, and they were going to be kinda pricey. Judy suggested blonde highlights for Ms C's haircolour, and said it would be smartest to just get the drugstore haircolour kit and do it at home.

So...to make up for her disappointment, I gave her blonde highlights myself. I think they turned out looking quite pretty. My mother is appalled. But...w/e, IT's NOT HER HAIR. Ms C is duly pleased with the result:

That's actually a pretty crappy picture of her hair. It looks better now that it has been washed, etc. Really. I'm not just saying that. It doesn't look as patchy as that picture portrays.

As for the Brown one. Well, I wanted more layers put in. And Judy suggested bangs. So, in the spirit of the day, I decided...why not!! (plus, she told me it would be kind of sexy). LMAO. Who wouldn't go for sexy??? I'm not saying it's sexy, per se, but I'm pretty happy with my haircut.

It was a fun day!

18 August 2006

Baseball names are so much more fun than "Real Life"

I'd so much rather be chanting random baseball names in my head than dealing with some of the craziness that has gone on around here in the last few days.

MiL has come and collected the brownlettes; they are touring around with her and her husband in their camper, with their dog, Tess, visiting different family members of MiL and said husband.

However, MiL's plans have drastically changed, and she is now keeping the brownlettes for only 6 days instead of the upwards of 14 that had originally been planned. This messes slightly with my commitment to work at the Realtor's for the next 3 weeks, but even that has changed. Now Fulltime gal will be coming back in to work 2 days next week and...I haven't even asked about whether or not the other 2 weeks are going to remain solid work-weeks or if she will come back in again.

The whole "Flying by the seat of one's pants" approach to life has its advantages, but there is a trickle-down effect, and...I'm feeling it. Trickle down to Brown. Great.

Is there a sign over my head, saying "just plan whatever you want. Brown will comply. She'll be flexible. She'll jump through the hoops."

If there is, I want someone to tear it down.

13 August 2006

baseball....names that be-dog me

There are times when baseball players' names STICK IN MY HEAD. It's quite bizarre. I'll be doing some everyday activity, like the dishes, or laundry, or I'll be at work at the restaurant, scraping the leftovers of some person's meal into the garbage, or making a martini, and I'll just hear random NAMES, in my head. In a sing-songy, chanty, mantra-ish sort of a way.

Here are some good-ies (and they usually have their own special soundtrack, inside my brain):

A.J. Pierzynski
Ben Sheets
Bengie Molina
Bobby Jenks
Boof Bonser
Brandon Inge
Brandon League
Bronson Arroyo
C. C. Sabathia
Chase Utley
Chien-Ming Wang
Chipper Jones
Chone Figgins
Coco Crisp
Curt Schilling
Curtis Granderson
Dan Uggla
Dontrelle Willis
Eddie Guardado
Edgar Renteria
Francisco Lariano
Frank Catalanotto
Grady Sizemore
Gustavo Chacin
Huston Street
Ichiro Suzuki
J.J. Putz
Jacque Jones
Jason Isringhausen
Jason Varitek
Jimmy Gobble
Joe Crede
Joey Gathright
Jonathan Papelbon
Jorge Cantu
Jorge Pasada
Jose Vizcaino
Juan Encarnacion
Juan Uribe
Justin Morneau
Kenji Johjima
Kevin Youkilis
Khalil Greene
Lastings Milledge
Maglio Ordonez
Marco Scutero
Mark Buehrle
Mark Teixeira
Melky Cabrera
Melvin Mora
Michael Cuddyer
Mike Mussina
Moises Alou
Nick Markakis
Nick Swisher
Nomar Garciaparra
Orlando Hudson
Prince Fielder
Rafael Furcal
Raul Ibanez
Rob Mackowiak
Robinson Cano
Scott Podsednik
Shawn Chacon
Steve Trachsel
Tanyon Sturtze
Trot Nixon
Ty Taubenheim
Victor Zambrano
Vinnie Chulk
Willie Mo Pena
Xavier Nady
Yorvit Torrealba
Yuniesky Betancourt

I can't really believe that I just spent an hour compiling that list, but maybe it was cathartic in some sort of way. Let's hope...

08 August 2006

In which, Brownie welcomes 3/5ths of her family home and calls for...

Calls for John Gibbons' head on a silver platter.

It was exciting to give happy kisses and hugs of "welcome home" to Mr Brown and the brownlettes! Things got predictably whiney and conflict-ridden by halfway through dinner, but...oh...they're just SO CUTE! all 3 of them!!

Then, the Jays game.

Blue Jays manager John Gibbons is now officially on my shit list. It's been coming for awhile. For the last 3 weeks or so, as the Jays have been struggling, I've been hearing lots of crap, blaming the manager, blaming the GM, blaming the pitchers, just general blaming blaming blaming, and I have not wanted to become a party to that.

I was having a discussion with The Boy, probably about 2 weeks back now, in which he was pointing out to me that the Jays still had 50 games left in their season. He pointed out to me, that were this a hockey team (NHL teams play 80 regular season games) and there were still 50 games left in the season, hockey fans would be all hardcore sure their team would still make a run for the playoffs, if not the Stanley Cup! And instead, here's a bunch of whining Jays fans who are counting their team out (of a 160 game season) and there are STILL 50 GAMES LEFT.

well, anyhow, that's all water under the bridge.

The Jays are sucking, and I now officially pin that on the manager, Mr John Gibbons. Mr John Gibbons, you suck at managing. I'm imagining myself right now as Heidi Klum "John Gibbons, you are out. Auf Wiedersehen!"

Ok, i'm done for now.