Saturday, March 21, 2015

Iced Coffee is for Losers And Other Musings

It's a pretty inconsequential weekend.  Nothing much happening. I tasted iced coffee for the first time and it reminded me of when my grandma would request hot water in a cup. No tea bag, no hot chocolate, no nothing. Just hot water.  Iced coffee is the same. Gross.  Think I'll stick with the original hot coffee and cold water. It's a classic and it is delightfully palatable.

Have been invited to an Easter egg hunt/potluck dinner.  Not sure if I can go or not. Depends on if Jon has to work and if his family has plans. My family is a bit too far to drive for just a dinner.  If he has to work, I'm down to go hang out with Jen, her girlfriend, her cat, Mr. Mistofeelees, and anyone else who drops by.

Anyone else look at the Lexus logo on the back of a car and think it stands for Loser?  Or just me?  I mean, they are one of the world's ugliest, most douche bagglery cars, but....I don't think the designers thought out that L logo very well. Or perhaps the designers were much more mature than I am. I still remember making that "L" out of my fingers and placing it on my forehead in an immature manner to signify someone was a LOSER.

Only virtually related:  Beck: Loser

Ordered a few things off the web to try out.  I'm nearly out of the home made moisturizing potion my friend Crystal gave me and I no longer just bump into her at work, so I ordered some all natural stuff from a small company and am excited for it to arrive so I can try it out. 

This stuff:  Roger's Honey

They also sell honey.

And ordered a few tubes of Pravana hair dye since apparently my District Manager didn't give a crap about my purple hair the other day.  So, I'm hoping this dye will be a bit more permanent than Manic Panic on my hair.  I have been washing my hair once a week and by the end of two weeks, its pretty much all gone.  The dryness of winter plus bleaching my roots prompted me to try shampooing once a week. Worked out pretty well. My hair seems less dry and more shiny.  Going into warmer weather, where my job will have me sweating a lot, I am going to want to shampoo more often.

I ordered these colors:
                                                                       Magenta

                                                                    Violet

My friend Ruth has suggested I try ombre. I may. It sounds like a lot of work but also sounds fun. I do like the ability to change my color all the time, I've found...if I get tired of having it colored, I can let it wash out and be blonde for a bit, then color it all over again. Never comes out the same way twice because my mixing is not the most scientific but I wouldn't have it any other way.

Currently, I ran out of the lighter purple I was mixing with the Ultra Violet so am just at Ultra Violet plus conditioner. (Manic Panic Ultra Violet goes a really long way if diluted.)  The lighter color which was Mystic Heather doesn't go as far, needs less dilution, but fades really prettily if mixed with the Ultra Violet.

                                          A couple of weeks ago, I was a platinum blonde.

                                        Manic Panic Ultra Violet mixed with hair conditioner. Today.

                                               Decided to make faces at myself, why not?

                                                            Pushing 40.  Huh. 

I remember freaking out when I was pushing 30.  Wonder why?  I'm going to be one of those little old ladies with wild colored hair.  It's less boring.  I have more energy than people I work with who are ten or more years younger.  But, I ascribe many things to good genes.

I get tons of compliments from absolute strangers on my choice of alternative hair color so I don't know why corporations have restrictions on the colors their employee's hair can be. I work for one of those companies. But, as long as my boss and my DM aren't going to say squat to me, I think it doesn't apply. 

As for the compliments, the age and sex range is diverse. Everyone seems to love it. Old people, young people, men, women, kids.  I'm thinking they love that I'm brave enough to try it and they like the result. I also hear how do you do this? And I'm happy to tell them.  And, that they are afraid of commitment, which, in my case, is small. It washes out soooo fast for me. So fast.  Look at the top picture. That had been purple just like this a few weeks previous. And I mean FEW. Two and a half weeks, tops.

                                        This is me and my brother back in the 80s. My natural hair color.

Look how tan I was. We lived outside.  I have no idea how old we are there. Maybe I was seven and he was five?  My hair hasn't been that color since I was in my early 20s. And I haven't been anywhere near that tan in ages. No idea how I got that tan in the first place considering I am white like a ghost and my face tends to burn and then peel. I'm fine with pale. It's healthy.


                                                        Burgundy hair

That was at my brother's wedding and COMPLETELY out of character. As the photo shows, I was having an awesome time attempting to balance on my heels (I almost fell over, no kidding) and trying to behave myself, which is always difficult at an event like a wedding.  I pretty much fail at all social norms, which is not a surprise, but some people have problems with me being me. Fuck those people.


That is that for the evolution of my hair. So far. I'm only almost 40.  I'll get tired of purple someday and pick something else.



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