Tuesday, September 28, 2004

I'm back, and so's my hair

Well, I don’t know what’s been happening. I don’t know why I didn’t blog last week. What was I doing? Oh, wait. Now I remember. I had to go get my hair done on Tuesday (when I usually blog) by the fabulous Christine, who was only in town for two days because she is the head stylist on (da-da-da-da!) Ambush Makeover. I have not seen the show, but I did look on the Website and was disappointed to see that she was not featured. Hmmm…

Anyway, my hair looks close to its natural color once again. That Christine, what would I do without her? I will never trust my hair to another.

In other world news, I have been having trouble with my e-mail, so apologies to everyone who I haven’t written to while I’m trying to fix it. I am not the most techno-savvy chick on the planet, is all I’m saying.

Oh, and I have to add to my list of the Worst Baby Names of all time: Magnes. This is the actual name of an actual kid who was playing in the sandbox at the park last week. The name was printed on the kid’s sand toys, so it is no mistake. Dear God! Doesn’t anybody have any compassion?

Friday, September 10, 2004

Stop the Insanity! It's Only Preschool!

Thoroughly sick of all this preschool business. I actually have an Excel spreadsheet with names, numbers, monthly tuition, and random notes about 12 schools within a five-mile radius of us. I got a message today from C., the other mom who is on the preschool warpath. She has actually checked out thirty schools. Thirty! She has personally visited most of them. And you thought I was nuts. She is a stay-at-home-mom to a 21-month-old (who is the cutest thing ever, by the way) and is seven months pregnant. Where does she find the energy?

Anyhoo, she said she really liked PS#3, where she was somehow able to get a tour. She just went today. That makes me want to scream. I do want Lovey to have the best start in life possible, but I could really work myself into a state of crazed anxiety about it all, which is clearly not healthy for any of us.

In other world news, if you ask Lovey what her own name is, she says, “Viva.” I like it. I think I’m keeping it.

Wednesday, September 08, 2004

TV's warm glow...fading...fading...

Our cable box is dying. Since it is a descrambler via which we were getting some channels we weren’t paying for, we can’t complain to the cable company. We are gradually losing all of our cool channels (HBO, Showtime, and the like), which is particularly vexing because the Six Feet Under season finale is this coming Sunday.

After that, we are going to disconnect the box and try to go without cable/satellite for as long as we can stand it. That’s right, you heard it here first! The Blah Blahs are giving TV the finger!

Until we go crawling back and pay some outrageous amount for a dish or something. Dang these modern contraptions!

Perhaps while we are TV-less, I will read Four Arguments for the Elimination of Television. (For those of you that click on the link, be sure to scroll down for some of the reviews of the book. It’s interesting to see what some people who actually don’t watch TV have to say about it.) Maybe that will strengthen my resolve!

I actually don’t think this is a bad thing. Theoretically, I will be able to spend more time talking my husband’s head off in the evenings, and how can that be wrong?

Tuesday, September 07, 2004

Blah Blah to the Nth Degree

Hello, dearies! Happy Labor Day to all.

Here (in no particular order) are the updates with what’s been going on with moi:

1. I went to the doctor last week for my annual comprehensive physical. Everything was fine and dandy until this weekend, when I received notice that one of my tests came back abnormal and I should come back and re-do the tests at my earliest convenience. Not what one wants to hear. I’m sure it’s nothing. You think it’s nothing, right?

2. On Saturday, I went at long last to have my hair color touched up. Because I’m vain like that, okay? My regular colorist, Christine (long may she reign), is on tour with an undisclosed extreme makeover reality show, so they booked me with Roger of the Two-Toned Hair. Part of Roger’s hair was platinum blond and the other part was a very dark brown and it was all spiked with gel. That should have been a red flag, but what was I to say?

So anyway, my hair was light brown when I went in. When Roger of the Two-Toned Hair rinsed my hair and brought me back to the styling station to style it, I said: “Oh! It’s RED.” “Yeah, it is a little red,” he said. “Oh my God,” I said, trying not to panic. Since I am not confrontational in the least, it was pretty much up to him to infer that I was not happy. But I think I got my point across, because then he decided to put a toner in it to get the red out. He was only partly successful. I then looked at my head and said to myself, “Well, it’s wet, so it may look different when it’s dry.” I paid up (too much for something I wasn’t happy with) and skedaddled back home. I had already been there for almost two hours and I was thoroughly sick of it.

Well, guess what? My hair is still red. I called the salon today to tell them how much I hate them and they agreed to schedule me with my regular colorist, who will be back on the 22nd. So I have to live with my hair like this until then, but that is fine, because I will trust no one else with my hair. But the salon receptionist, Marlene, and I are waiting to find out what the manager says because I told her I am not paying to have this corrected. Nor should I! And man, if they try to pull some b.s. with me, it will be on! Did I mention that my husband is a lawyer?

3. I am still fighting with Embassy Suites Hotel over $160.92, which they overcharged me in December of 2003. I left yet another message with them today. Do not ever use Embassy Suites or Hilton (their evil parent company). There, that’ll fix ‘em.

4. I am still (still!) researching preschools for my beloved cocoa puff for Summer/Fall 2005. We are visiting another one this Thursday and I am hoping to get in touch with the director of a third tomorrow. I had stopped thinking about it until I ran into a mom and baby on the playground a couple of weeks ago. They looked eerily familiar, and then I realized I had seen them on the tour of the first preschool we looked at. We talked (the moms, that is – the baby girls just swung on swings next to each other and did their girl thang) and exchanged info and now I have a co-conspirator in this whole preschool admissions evil disaster thing. She seems pretty cool. I need to call her today.

5. I still haven’t replaced our stolen sheets and towels. Nor have I purchased a new microwave. BUT! We rearranged our bedroom this weekend and moved our office area to a more sensible, easier-to-keep-BabyGirl-out-of area of the room, with a gate in front of it. AND! AND! We are finally wireless! My Genius Husband figured out how to fix it so that I can take my laptop anywhere in the apartment and not have to plug in to get on the Internet. That is pretty damn sweet, is all.

6. I had a facial today for the first time in…hmm, I honestly can’t remember when the last time was that I had a facial. It might have been when I was pregnant. No, seriously. My skin is practically vibrating with gratitude.

7. I have somehow managed to turn down two out of the three potential clients I was whining about in my last post, and the only reason I’m not three-for-three is that the third one and I keep missing each other (phone tag, you know the drill).

And that’s that. Happy September!