And I don't care if you get to be on a reality TV show either if you date him.There is just no excuse to date this loser! None!
vh1.com
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
Basement Dwellers
If he lives in his parent's basement, DHA! Immediately! Deal breaker!!
And I don't care if you get to be on a reality TV show either if you date him.There is just no excuse to date this loser! None!
And I don't care if you get to be on a reality TV show either if you date him.There is just no excuse to date this loser! None!
Monday, February 8, 2010
Dealbreakers with SJP
I almost forgot I wanted to do another theme this month! I guess between the injuries and the snow, it slipped my mind. This month is dedicated to deal breakers! Yes, those things that a guy does that is a show stopper. A DHA moment.
I'll try to do each of these based on a guy I went out with. Others will be based on just general knowledge. Today's is based on a guy I went out with...once.
If he wears more hair gel than Pauly D on Jersey Shore...Dealbreaker.
For your viewing pleasure. One of my favorite TV shows, and one of my favorite plot lines.
I'll try to do each of these based on a guy I went out with. Others will be based on just general knowledge. Today's is based on a guy I went out with...once.
If he wears more hair gel than Pauly D on Jersey Shore...Dealbreaker.
mtv.com
For your viewing pleasure. One of my favorite TV shows, and one of my favorite plot lines.
Friday, February 5, 2010
Worst Cities for Hair Health
Today, just poking around on websites, following one link to another, I found "The 13 Worst-Hair Cities" by totalbeauty.com.
Number 12 was Albuquerque, NM! And I will vouch for this. Only 3 days there, and both my hair and skin went to he11! My hair was so dried and fried. Although the lack of humidity kept it at bay size wise (I forgot my straightener, oh the horrors!), the texture of it was not good. I also have dry skin, and my face was constantly red from being so dry. I was literally slathering on the lotion all day long, and it was immediately soaked right up. When I finally got home, my face felt like it had gone through the ringer. Just very sensitive to the touch, quite red in the cheeks, and not looking as radiant as usual.
It made me wonder, however, do people that live there have more oily skin, or less dry hair? Sort of a survival of the fittest idea? I just couldn't imagine the shape my skin would be in if I lived there. Or does it get used to it? I have to wonder.
Albuquerque is so difficult to type!
Another snow day here in VA. Although it is pretty, it's getting quite old. We're normally lucky to get one inch per winter, and we've already had two storms at a foot and a half each. And it's always on the weekend. L's coming over tonight, to get snowed in! Yikes! I'm freaking out! Is it going to be too much to spend the weekend together? Locked up in the house? With no where to go? Or, will it make us that much stronger? Will keep you posted!
Number 12 was Albuquerque, NM! And I will vouch for this. Only 3 days there, and both my hair and skin went to he11! My hair was so dried and fried. Although the lack of humidity kept it at bay size wise (I forgot my straightener, oh the horrors!), the texture of it was not good. I also have dry skin, and my face was constantly red from being so dry. I was literally slathering on the lotion all day long, and it was immediately soaked right up. When I finally got home, my face felt like it had gone through the ringer. Just very sensitive to the touch, quite red in the cheeks, and not looking as radiant as usual.
It made me wonder, however, do people that live there have more oily skin, or less dry hair? Sort of a survival of the fittest idea? I just couldn't imagine the shape my skin would be in if I lived there. Or does it get used to it? I have to wonder.
Albuquerque is so difficult to type!
Another snow day here in VA. Although it is pretty, it's getting quite old. We're normally lucky to get one inch per winter, and we've already had two storms at a foot and a half each. And it's always on the weekend. L's coming over tonight, to get snowed in! Yikes! I'm freaking out! Is it going to be too much to spend the weekend together? Locked up in the house? With no where to go? Or, will it make us that much stronger? Will keep you posted!
Thursday, February 4, 2010
The Day After
On Monday, I called my supervisor and told her I wouldn't be coming in today. She told me I should go to the doctor, just in case, and therefore it'd be documented for worker's comp. Worker's comp!? Can you believe it? This is getting serious!
So, I went to see my orthopedic doctor. Yes, I have an old person/injury doctor. RE works at the practice as a physician's assistant (btw, when you're as clumbsy as me, it is SUPER to have a friend that knows what's going on). Anyways, because of my running injuries, I have been to see the orthopedist more times in one year than I've seen my PCP my whole life practically! I am pretty healthy when it comes to flu, colds, strep throat, etc., but not so much when it comes to my body. That has gone to hell in a handbasket in the past 3 years or so!
Anyways, I got a sling for my arm, which my shoulder still hurts like a b!tch! He said he thought I just bruised and sprained my rotator cuff, and at my age, probably nothing worse than that, but to watch it and if it doesn't have any improvement in a week, then they'll want to do an MRI. Good thoughts and prayers are welcome, as anything more serious could mean physical therapy, or worse, surgery!
Of course you know when you get an injury, you find out a very large number of people have suffered from the same ailment. Apparently, I have the fact that it never gets back to normal to look forward to. GREAT. How can one day, one second of your life, ruin it forever? This is beyond annoying. It hurts like hell to move my arm, and even just sitting here, it's throbbing. Such a pain in the butt.
Today, I finally got through to the worker's comp people. They're going to file it and I guess the third party administrator is going to be calling me sometime soon. I can just see the mess this will turn into already!
The only good thing that happened was L came over on Monday with dinner to take care of me. He is so cute. And also that RE is an amazing friend. Well, I already knew that, but she was so amazing on Monday. Just totally there the whole time while I was with the doctor. Willing to come over and help me with anything. So, thanks RE, you're the best!! :)
So, I went to see my orthopedic doctor. Yes, I have an old person/injury doctor. RE works at the practice as a physician's assistant (btw, when you're as clumbsy as me, it is SUPER to have a friend that knows what's going on). Anyways, because of my running injuries, I have been to see the orthopedist more times in one year than I've seen my PCP my whole life practically! I am pretty healthy when it comes to flu, colds, strep throat, etc., but not so much when it comes to my body. That has gone to hell in a handbasket in the past 3 years or so!
Anyways, I got a sling for my arm, which my shoulder still hurts like a b!tch! He said he thought I just bruised and sprained my rotator cuff, and at my age, probably nothing worse than that, but to watch it and if it doesn't have any improvement in a week, then they'll want to do an MRI. Good thoughts and prayers are welcome, as anything more serious could mean physical therapy, or worse, surgery!
Of course you know when you get an injury, you find out a very large number of people have suffered from the same ailment. Apparently, I have the fact that it never gets back to normal to look forward to. GREAT. How can one day, one second of your life, ruin it forever? This is beyond annoying. It hurts like hell to move my arm, and even just sitting here, it's throbbing. Such a pain in the butt.
Today, I finally got through to the worker's comp people. They're going to file it and I guess the third party administrator is going to be calling me sometime soon. I can just see the mess this will turn into already!
The only good thing that happened was L came over on Monday with dinner to take care of me. He is so cute. And also that RE is an amazing friend. Well, I already knew that, but she was so amazing on Monday. Just totally there the whole time while I was with the doctor. Willing to come over and help me with anything. So, thanks RE, you're the best!! :)
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
Literally, my worst day ever 1/31/10
So, as you all know, I ended up spending an additional day in Albuquerque, which was nice and I had a very lovely time. Well, that all was about to be ancient history on Sunday, which turned out to be the day from hell!!
I get to the Albuquerque airport around 5 am, as my flight is scheduled to leave at 6 am. Nothing unusual about my day so far. I get some water, get my book out and sit at the gate. Around 5:45, I hear an announcement that there are some technical issues with my plane, and we're going to be delayed about an hour! Well, that was settled, I was going to miss my flight! I went to the counter and the woman told me the 2:20 was booked, so she would hold me a spot on the 6 pm! 6 pm! I cried! That's nine hours in the airport! At this point, I should drive home, in my new bug that I think I'm planning on keeping. Well, I'm still optimistic. I'm a sucker like that.
The plan arrives at 9:20 am on the dot. My connection is at 9:25, but I'm hopeful it's a little delayed. After all, both flights to Albuquerque were, my first one back was also, plus there's the snow issue. So, I'm thinking, maybe, just maybe I can make it!
I get off the plane and I start hauling ass. Full out, balls out sprinting through the airport.
Suddenly, and the details here are a little murky, I find myself heading toward the ground. As I see the floor rushing up to meet me, the thought running through my head is "wow, this is going to be embarrassing." I don't manage to catch myself and I slam hard into the floor. As soon as I made contact, there was no room for thoughts of embarrassment, all thoughts were turned to intense, excruciating pain like I don't remember ever feeling before. Some kind strangers help me up, and my knees, shoulder, hands and head are all throbbing. I sort of half jog/half miserably walk to my gate, and of course, the plane has left.
At this point, I start crying. Well, I went into a little corner and start bawling. I'm in intense pain, I have 9 hours to spend in the airport and I'm a hot mess. A good cry always makes you feel better, well, sometimes anyways.
After I calm down a little bit, I go back to the desk, and she informs me there is in fact seats available on the 2:20. I am mixed between relief at not having 9 hours at the airport, and livid because I probably wouldn't have been in such a panic mode if I'd known there was this earlier flight.
The woman at the American Airlines counter was very helpful. She got me some bags and filled them with ice, and I spent the next four hours alternating between icing my knees, my shoulder, and walking so my knees didn't get stiff.
Finally 2:20 rolls around and I board the plane. Once the plane is loaded, we're sitting there and the captain makes an announcement.
"By now, you're probably wondering why we haven't taken off yet (it's 2:45). The maintenance people found an issue and we'll need to replace a part. If it's in inventory, it should take about an hour to get replaced. If it's not, this plane will be out of service."
Are. you. kidding. me!?
Thank the Good Lord they had the part, only about an hour and 15 minutes delay for my second flight of the day. Seriously, why is the 9:25 am flight the only one all weekend that left on time?
I get back to Richmond, and one would think I'd made it home safely. No such luck! I now have to brace the snow and the terrible plowing job that Richmond does to make it back home. With a bum arm. At this point, my shoulder was aching. I didn't have much movement in my shoulder, so it was a little difficult to drive, especially considering the road condition. L and D both did offer to come pick me up, very sweet, but I needed my car so I could get to the doctor's tomorrow! Something is wrong with my shoulder.
I finally made it home safely. And there was a small light at the end of the tunnel. There was a parking space shoveled out smack dab in from of my house. I would have felt guilty except for the fact it was exactly in front of my house. So I took it, got drugged up on some Tylenol PM and hit the sheets.
Stay tuned for Monday, also known as the Day After.
Here's a picture of my knee. Lovely, isn't it?
I get to the Albuquerque airport around 5 am, as my flight is scheduled to leave at 6 am. Nothing unusual about my day so far. I get some water, get my book out and sit at the gate. Around 5:45, I hear an announcement that there are some technical issues with my plane, and we're going to be delayed about an hour! Well, that was settled, I was going to miss my flight! I went to the counter and the woman told me the 2:20 was booked, so she would hold me a spot on the 6 pm! 6 pm! I cried! That's nine hours in the airport! At this point, I should drive home, in my new bug that I think I'm planning on keeping. Well, I'm still optimistic. I'm a sucker like that.
The plan arrives at 9:20 am on the dot. My connection is at 9:25, but I'm hopeful it's a little delayed. After all, both flights to Albuquerque were, my first one back was also, plus there's the snow issue. So, I'm thinking, maybe, just maybe I can make it!
I get off the plane and I start hauling ass. Full out, balls out sprinting through the airport.
Suddenly, and the details here are a little murky, I find myself heading toward the ground. As I see the floor rushing up to meet me, the thought running through my head is "wow, this is going to be embarrassing." I don't manage to catch myself and I slam hard into the floor. As soon as I made contact, there was no room for thoughts of embarrassment, all thoughts were turned to intense, excruciating pain like I don't remember ever feeling before. Some kind strangers help me up, and my knees, shoulder, hands and head are all throbbing. I sort of half jog/half miserably walk to my gate, and of course, the plane has left.
At this point, I start crying. Well, I went into a little corner and start bawling. I'm in intense pain, I have 9 hours to spend in the airport and I'm a hot mess. A good cry always makes you feel better, well, sometimes anyways.
After I calm down a little bit, I go back to the desk, and she informs me there is in fact seats available on the 2:20. I am mixed between relief at not having 9 hours at the airport, and livid because I probably wouldn't have been in such a panic mode if I'd known there was this earlier flight.
The woman at the American Airlines counter was very helpful. She got me some bags and filled them with ice, and I spent the next four hours alternating between icing my knees, my shoulder, and walking so my knees didn't get stiff.
Finally 2:20 rolls around and I board the plane. Once the plane is loaded, we're sitting there and the captain makes an announcement.
"By now, you're probably wondering why we haven't taken off yet (it's 2:45). The maintenance people found an issue and we'll need to replace a part. If it's in inventory, it should take about an hour to get replaced. If it's not, this plane will be out of service."
Are. you. kidding. me!?
Thank the Good Lord they had the part, only about an hour and 15 minutes delay for my second flight of the day. Seriously, why is the 9:25 am flight the only one all weekend that left on time?
I get back to Richmond, and one would think I'd made it home safely. No such luck! I now have to brace the snow and the terrible plowing job that Richmond does to make it back home. With a bum arm. At this point, my shoulder was aching. I didn't have much movement in my shoulder, so it was a little difficult to drive, especially considering the road condition. L and D both did offer to come pick me up, very sweet, but I needed my car so I could get to the doctor's tomorrow! Something is wrong with my shoulder.
I finally made it home safely. And there was a small light at the end of the tunnel. There was a parking space shoveled out smack dab in from of my house. I would have felt guilty except for the fact it was exactly in front of my house. So I took it, got drugged up on some Tylenol PM and hit the sheets.
Stay tuned for Monday, also known as the Day After.
Here's a picture of my knee. Lovely, isn't it?
And don't worry, my shoulder hurts worse than this looks!
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
Albuquerque Take 2
My flight on Saturday was canceled. Apparently they shut down the entire Richmond airport because of the snow storm. No flights coming in whatsoever. I was a little bummed, I wanted to see L this weekend, but the bummed feeling didn't last too long. Here I was in Albuquerque with my adorable red bug while everyone at home was snowed in with no hope of getting out. Time to explore the city!
I started my day off with a manicure. Yes, even in Albuquerque, there's parts of me that will never change.
Next, I headed up to the Sandia Mountains. These mountains were formed over 1.4 billion years ago and boast some of the highest elevation in New Mexico. The rocks are mostly mica and granite, and apparently turn pink when the sun sets, hence the name Sandia, which means watermelon in Spanish.
Here's a view from the base of the mountains.
There is also some ski slopes at the top, along with a restaurant with the most beautiful view. I heard drinking margaritas during sunset is a must-do for Albuquerque-ans.
I'm also assuming the houses at the base of the mountains are where all the well to do live. There were some gorgeous mansions, all in the Spanish style, complete with the most breathtaking views.
After Sandia Peak, I went shopping, and for some reason the Marshall's there is kick-ass! We all know I love me some Marshall's, and I was really upset I only had a carryon and couldn't buy the entire store up!
I went back to the Rio Grande to walk for a bit. I was feeling the itch to get a good workout in, but hadn't packed any gym stuff. Although it was only 3:30, the sun felt really low. It felt much later, I'm not sure if that's because of the high altitude or not.
That evening, I had a nice dinner, alone at Il Vicino in Nob Hill. I did feel a little lame sitting by myself on a crowded Saturday night. But hey, I didn't really care. The evening was really nice. I headed back home where I watched some TV, read my book and went to bed early to catch my rescheduled flight at 6 am.
Or so I thought...stay tuned.
I started my day off with a manicure. Yes, even in Albuquerque, there's parts of me that will never change.
Next, I headed up to the Sandia Mountains. These mountains were formed over 1.4 billion years ago and boast some of the highest elevation in New Mexico. The rocks are mostly mica and granite, and apparently turn pink when the sun sets, hence the name Sandia, which means watermelon in Spanish.
Here's a view from the base of the mountains.
Amazing aren't they?
This is also the home of the world's largest passenger aerial tram way, the Sandia Peak Ski and Tramway. It also has the world's third largest single span for a tramway. I heard this was a must do attraction while in Albuquerque. The tram goes up 2.7 miles to the top of the mountain, and raises 3,819 feet. It was completed in 1966 by a Swedish engineer who thought these mountains deserved the same sort of tramway as the Alps. This is not something to do if you are afraid of heights, but it made a magnificent and very picturesque ascent up into the mountains.
Here's the tram as seen from the top of the mountain.
I'm also assuming the houses at the base of the mountains are where all the well to do live. There were some gorgeous mansions, all in the Spanish style, complete with the most breathtaking views.
After Sandia Peak, I went shopping, and for some reason the Marshall's there is kick-ass! We all know I love me some Marshall's, and I was really upset I only had a carryon and couldn't buy the entire store up!
I went back to the Rio Grande to walk for a bit. I was feeling the itch to get a good workout in, but hadn't packed any gym stuff. Although it was only 3:30, the sun felt really low. It felt much later, I'm not sure if that's because of the high altitude or not.
That evening, I had a nice dinner, alone at Il Vicino in Nob Hill. I did feel a little lame sitting by myself on a crowded Saturday night. But hey, I didn't really care. The evening was really nice. I headed back home where I watched some TV, read my book and went to bed early to catch my rescheduled flight at 6 am.
Or so I thought...stay tuned.
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