The intriguing weekend

I guess that I had a fairly productive weekend. I mean, I sat around a lot, worked out a little, and saw some fairly interesting things.

Interesting thing #1:
I was getting my hair cut on Saturday (and maybe my hair colored… which by the way, I accidentally went blond… whoops!) and this little girl was sitting next to me with her mom. Her mom had some fried out blond hair, will have skin cancer by the age of 40, and was wearing too much makeup.

The daughter? Well, she had the most gorgeous brunette hair, was eight years old, and getting platinum blond highlights for the first time. I was so pissed off. I mean, I guess ultimately it is the mother’s decision to do that to her daughter, but geez, wait until she is in middle school, not when she just completed the second grade.

Interesting thing #2:
This guy at Kirbey Lane South looked like my granddad. Probably not that interesting, but I thought so J

Interesting thing #3:
Mexican Vanilla ice cream and the fat free/sugar free yogurt version at Amy’s Ice Cream is about the same. Maybe not as creamy, but still dang good.

Interesting thing #4:
Matrix Three isn’t as bad as people told me was (cough cough, my husband). I mean the almost grotesque use of “g-dang” is borderline ridiculous, but take that out (and this weird nipple scene) and it isn’t half bad ;)

Interesting thing #5:
The Crunch Dance Party workout video confirmed what I already knew: I am not capable of any type of dance moves. I stopped after twenty minutes and did pilates instead. It made me feel better.


Anyways, I have a headache and I’m about to go to bed! Night!

You know you're an addict when...

Thursday night, Justin and I were grabbing dinner at our favorite local hang out, Kirbey Lane (south), and there was a bit of a wait. So it was a lovely night and we sat outside with a few other people waiting to be seated.

From nowhere (and keep in mind this is Lamar, a.k.a. crazy people street), this skank nasty guy comes walking up (with no intention of eating at KL). By skank nasty, I mean, tight black jeans, white shirt with only two buttons, and greasy hair. Think Grease but fuglier.

So, he tries to bum a cigarette off of people, but no one around us smokes. He looks around, grabs a used cigarette off the ground and lights it, walking off to the gas station next door.

Okay, so first, gross. Are you that nasty that you are willing to put a cigarette in your mouth that could have belonged to an equally skank-nasty person????

Second, um, you aren't supposed to smoke around a gas station, idiot. Especially that close to the pumps.

That was so nasty, that six days later, I still get the shivers thinking about it. Yuck.