irrelevant (and sometimes questionable) ramblings

Did I miss the memo?

You know, the one informing we poor, ignorant moms about the dangers of combining ordinary tapwater with Mango-scented “no tears” shampoo? Apparently, it can have lethal effects on your average five- (almost six) year-old. I had no clue.

How else could one fight so wholeheartedly (and loudly!) against having her hair washed??

I wish the Department in charge would keep us a little more regularly informed. It would make life a whole lot easier, I think…

There was a girl with looooong hair. (See exhibit A below.)

And then one day, she went to the hairstylist’s…

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This will give you some idea:

Bet you’re waiting to see what the goss is on this, huh? Patience, Grasshoppers…

*Edit: I haven’t measured, but I think that ponytail is about a foot long. Just in case you’re wondering… 

Day 1 of the j-o-b was today. Went not too badly, with the exception that my brain felt like it might just explode from information overload. (For those who are wondering, it’s a part-time data extraction/data entry position.) I guess when one does not challenge one’s brain often enough, it struggles when faced with a dramatic learning curve.

Anyway. After work I was able to frolic enjoyably in the out-of-doors with Mr. Hot Stuff P.T.

Well… okay. It wasn’t frolicking, per se…more like… torture. But that’s what I get for going weeks between sessions. So I suppose that’s my own fault.

In other news, tomorrow is the hair appointment, and then I need to start figuring out what’s next to tackle on the project list. Donna has invited me to try a “Novel in 90″ challenge — 90 days to a category-length novel. Amounts to about 750 words/day. Which, even for pokey moi, is reasonably doable. Now I just need to decide which idea to work on.

Now, however, I’m going to take my weary self and try to do something productive around the house. Catch you later, gang!

…we ate lots of ribs.

The weekend was a debauched spectacle involving entirely way too much scrumptious meat (of the barbequed kind, you pervert, you!). But it was definitely fun comparing various sauces and the quality of the pork itself.

This “Ribfest” — or charity rib grill-off — was a sight to behold. And not only did we indulge in multiple full racks of ribs (yes, you read that correctly), there were also several pulled-pork sandwiches consumed. Not to mention the Kettle Corn and mini-doughnuts. The company was also pretty damned awesome.

Now, I don’t want to step on the scale.

However, on the other plus side of things, I peeked my head out from the Pop-Culture Rock whereunder I usually reside. Have any of you heard about the HBO series, Flight of the Conchords?

Oh. My. Freaking. God.

If you haven’t, look it up now. It’s hysterical. It’s a half-hour comedy show that has the same kind of dry wit and snappy humour as Britcoms, and not only that — the two leads (who have their own band in the show) randomly burst into song.

Yes. I know it sounds ridiculous, but frankly, it’s TEH HAWESOME. Srsly.

And better yet — one of the two leads is Bret McKenzie, better known in some circles as Figwit. Anybody familiar with that little amusing bit of Lord of the Rings trivia?? (Except I think he’s even cuter in this — with the shaggy mop of hair and the facial fur…)

So my horizons were expanded this weekend (along with my waistline, I’m a-feared…), and now it’s down to w-o-r-k! Catch you on the flip side!

Well, Gentle Readers, this coming Monday, for the first time in over two years, Yours Truly will be rejoining that league of most of humanity — the work force.

I’ve got something new part-time, and I’m looking forward to it. It will take some getting used to, and some rearranging of schedules, but it’s all doable.

Not to worry, your Hostess With the Mostess will still be here to hopefully entertain you as much as possible — I promise! I just ask for your patience, as usual. ‘K?

Other than that, Clan Starr is on the road again tomorrow for a brief weekend holiday before we get into the swing of things with school. I don’t know if I’ll be able to post while I’m away. If not, I’ll see you on the flip side, gang! Have a good one!

*smooches*

Today’s Horoscope:

Decisions, decisions, decisions — you’ve got a lot of choices to think about today, but doing so will be an absolute joy! You are experiencing an embarrassment of riches right now, and the people you encounter today will be offering you even more gifts, in the form of kind words. Quality and quantity are both at a rare peak right now, which means that you have a unique opportunity to make some major changes happen in your life and the life of someone you care about a great deal.

You have got to be freakin’ kidding me. This is the biggest load of steaming bullshit that I’ve ever read. Not only have I physically felt like crap today, I slept horribly last night and am exhausted. And the cherry on the top of the bloody cake was the rejection letter I received today.

“Embarrassment of riches”, my ass. Where’s the booze?

Editor’s Note: We here at Kris’ blog apologize for today’s emotional and somewhat irrational outburst by our Mistress with the Mostess, and we assure you that she will be back to her (mostly) cheery and (somewhat) normal self shortly. Once the Prozac kicks in.

Kidding.

And the winner of the “sign up for the newsletter” contest is…

Donna! W000T!

Donna’s won herself a funky deck of Ellora’s Cave playing cards!

Your prize will be in the mail shortly, D!

Now for the rest of you — not to worry! Now that I’ve got the photo-uploading and photo-posting thing somewhat under control, I’ll be holding my “blogiversary / end of summer / WhateverTF you wanna call it now” Super Contest very, very shortly! So stay tuned!

Sometimes I wish I had a crystal-clear plastic (breathable!) bubble, or some kind of protective enclosure in which I could recline and stare at the beauty that is the night sky over Northern Canuckland.

The air is crisp outside, and still, and it’s only about 10C (50F) or so out there, which makes the sky clear. And the stars are strewn across the firmament like carelessly far-flung glitter and diamonds on night-dark velvet, stretching from horizon to horizon.

I stepped out of my car tonight and just gazed up at the canopy above me for several moments, wishing I could just lie down on the ground and watch the heavens take their nightly turn.

But that’s the problem. It’s too damned chilly out there. I was shivering after only a couple of minutes. Hence the need for a warm, comfortable bubble. or a sunroom with a glass roof.

Or a sleeping bag built for two.

Of course, my nose would still get cold…