Ooooo!  A black Mustang!  He must be good!  Glad you've found a sole mate.  I hope everything works out for you.

As for the job - don't give up yet!  There are always a few bumps in the road before it smooths out.  Hang in there.

I'm thrilled that you've found a new love!  And I think it's fantastic that he was a friend first.   

((((((((((((((Trish & Magz))))))))))))))))))))

Thanx, you guys! 

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The sad thing is...I knew that the last guy wasn't worth it the night I met him...but I left the door open for him anyway. 
    Indeed, it was somewhat ironic to find myself so much closer to someone so much further away...but there are 2 different kinds of distance, after all.
    Communication is the foundation for every kind of relationship. While my parents were in high school, they lived in separate towns, about 100 miles apart...but they stayed in touch. Still dated, talked often and got together over the weekends. They've been married 32 years now.
    My grandparents also found themselves apart more often than not after my grandfather joined the Navy. But they wrote each other every day, and stayed together, eventually moving around the world as a family every time my grandfather was stationed somewhere different. Some 50 years later, my grandmother has passed on...but I know that papa doesn't love her any less.
    Point is...physical distance isn't always the kiss of death, as long as there's always something there to keep the fire burning. Personal, emotional distance is far deadlier.

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Wooo! I needed that! LOL    Not to worry, I've sworn it off for the last time. I promise.

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You forgot the new car.    hehehe But all 3 were quite necessary. Sometimes it just happens that the road you're on comes to a dead end and you have no choice but to find something else. Perhaps not a very good analogy for a relationship, but you see my point...maybe.
    I still have my eyes on a black Mustang. 

So....hair.

Yesterday, I finally had the opportunity, more or less, to do a deep conditioning treatment at home. My family had gone to the ranch that morning to work the horses, so I seized the opportunity and jumped into the shower. They returned earlier than I'd anticipated, cutting my treatment time down to 52 minutes from the usual hour. But better than nothing. I had to be very tactful...but it worked.
    The treatment was Pantene Restoratives Time Renewal Replenishing Mask. It has the consistency of Pantene's regular conditioners, but the beautiful Restoratives fragrance and better ingredients. Restoratives conditioners always seem to rinse out easier than regular Pantene conditioners.

Anywho, rinsed out the mask and followed with the Time Renewal conditioner. I would've followed that with the remains of my Suave Radiant Brunette conditioner, but mother made me get out of the shower before I would've had time. Plus, I'd left the Suave conditioner in my room anyway. Some other time...

Actually got to wash twice yesterday before treating, too, and learned that I do not need to after all. Once is enough...the 2nd time didn't do that much extra.

Today, I think my shower time was actually cut down to about 20 - 30 minutes.    Mother's trying for 15...but that ain't gonna happen. Anything beyond 20 minutes is "a week" to her. May as well be 2 years.    Personally, I see nothing wrong with an hour.

Her latest kick these days is facewash. Apparently, it is now an egregious sin for my sister or I to have anything in the shower except one shampoo, one conditioner and one bodywash or bar soap (but not both). Facewash is out of the question. "If you need any other lotions and potions, keep 'em in your room!" she says. 
    It only gets worse as she gets older. These days, whenever she starts into one of her 2-hour rants, I either tune out or leave the house. And people wonder why I settled to stay in the ghetto so long.    It might not have been the Four Seasons, but at least I didn't have someone breathing down my neck about every last trivial detail.

Again, I'll count my blessings that things aren't worse. God knows they have been. *shudder* I need a roommate.

Haha...a co-worker just walked into my office, wished me a Happy Monday and then asked how I was. heh He was asking for it. With a smirk, I retorted, "I'm almost 30 and live with my parents - why do you bother asking?" We laughed. He said he would loan me a weapon if he owned any. 

Still haven't called Scissor Lady. I know, this is getting ridiculous. I think Maggie needs to smack me a few more times. It's almost mid-September...and my last trim was in January! I hope to schedule an appointment today...if that means wearing a rubber band bracelet to remind myself, so be it.

Well, there's much more to tell, but this entry is long enough. Guess I'll save it for some other time.

Peace, love and long, long locks!

Hehe! I'am happy you found a new love interest! You go girl!  Living with parents is a drag.  I lived with my in-laws for the first two years of my marriage, it was so bad I told hubby ethier we move or I'm going home to the states. Happily we moved!! I can only take my in-laws in little doses.

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Quite true, Maggie, my sister. Quite true.  

Thanx for the writing-it-down suggestion, too. For what it's worth, I tried it and...a day later, I still haven't called and the "SL" is still on my hand (albeit very faint), even through many washings. *sigh* I'm hopeless.  
   I've learned that part of the reason I've been forgetting each day is because there's actually a very small window of time that I can call her, and I always seem to get distracted.    Nothing like a new romance to throw everything in your life off balance.    Ah well. *He* may have to practice with his band tonight, so I may have the opportunity to call Scissor Lady. *crosses fingers*

Speaking of said new romance...bleagh! Drama! Only a matter of weeks into this thing (who's counting?) and already the strings are coming loose. I've felt incredibly nauseous since last night. GAWD! Why?! Why now? Why ever? Why can't it ever just go right for once?
   I don't suppose PMS is helping much.      Hope this bs works itself out soon. I'm getting too old to deal with it.  
   
On the hair front, I bought a microfiber towel over the weekend & have been using it ever since. Picked it up in the auto care section at Target.  8)  It's a great little hair towel - suuuuper soft & sucks up water like crazy.

Also finally ran out of my TRESemmé Detangle and Pantene Light Spray Conditioner leave-in's. So I poured the last few drops of each into a full Pantene LSC. Still have my Daily Renewal Treatment to finish...but it's getting there.

Been oiling regularly the last few days & my hair has been more or less grateful. Though it's to the point now where oil doesn't help much. I need a trim, badly.

Still using Pantene Restoratives Time Renewal formulas. And yes, Maggie, they are relatively new. The shampoo was so thick that I had to dilute it a little. I don't know what it is about Restoratives that makes me go through the conditioner twice as fast, but it almost never fails.

For the past 2 days, I've been wearing my hair up in the usual ballerina bun, secured with a baby blue velour scrunchie. Ugh! See, if I wasn't PMS-ing, I'd never use phrases like "baby blue."    Gag me.

Anywho, that's about it. Until I finally get that trim, that's pretty much all I'll need to say. Hope everyone else is well...and not feeling sick...like I am.  

Don't get sentimental
It always ends up drivel
                        -Radiohead

LOL Magz.....what would I ever do without you, sis? 

Called Scissor Lady 3 times in the last 2 days and she was never home.      Man, I give up.
    It's going to be scary trying to find someone else...my current scissor lady has been cutting my hair since I was a child and she was the only one I could really depend on. *sigh* Ah well...c'est la vie.

I'm going to try & schedule an appointment with one of the gals that my mother & sister go to all the time. They're much costlier than my scissor lady, but it will be worth it if they're more consistent.

Hair is weird today. On one side, the ends didn't get enough oil. On the other side, they got way too much! 
    Didn't bring any sort of hair tie with me today, so I ended up just leaving my hair down. If it gets too annoying, I might put it up with a pencil...but whatevah.

Things are well on the "new romance" front again. Or at least well enough that I can function. I stayed up until 3:30 am talking with *him,* which left only 2 hours of sleep before another loooong day at work. I've stayed up late every night for a week and am bloody exhausted...but happy. I'll admit that the latter is rare for me. heh Like the Scorpions said..."there's no cure for love that kills."

That's about all there is for now. I'll see you all a little later...

Hehehe thanx, Curlgirl. You're too sweet.  

Yesterday I actually woke up on time...albeit with only 2 hours of sleep under my belt (unfortunately typical these days)...but I did have time enough in the shower to condition twice.  
   Washed first with Pantene Restoratives Breakage Defense shampoo and followed with the matching conditioner, which I left in my hair, in a beak clip, while I finished my shower. After rinsing it out, I chased with Suave Radiant Brunette conditioner. Hey, I have to get rid of it somehow...might as well put it to good use. Hair felt lovely afterwards.
   It's getting too cold in the mornings to use entirely cold water for all that washing and rinsing. I've had to warm it up a bit, which sux, but not to the point where it would be damaging.

At work yesterday, my mother transferred a call back to me from Mr. Payne, the lovely English gentleman with whom I had the pleasure of speaking a few months ago. *guilty power swooooooon!!*
   The last time he & I had spoken, I was a switchboard operator, so our conversation was quite brief. But yesterday, I was working customer service at just the right time, it seems. I got to take his order, so this conversation lasted a bit longer, which was awesome.    hehe Mother knows what an Anglophile I am.  
   In any case, it was a trip...definitely the best experience I've had in my new position so far. He even said "cheers" at the end.    My heart was pounding when I hung up the phone. What a rush!

And yet...it had to come with a string of guilt. For certainly such excitement on my part was not the least bit fair to my "new guy."      I am ashamed.

On that subject, however, I confess that I'm troubled with doubts about this new romantic endeavour.    It was bound to happen, I suppose....the doubt, that is. Chalk it up to my own insecurities. Or shortcomings. Or fate. What have you. I know that the best thing for him would be to turn around and run. *sigh*

Anyway...today. Breakage Defense...washed & conditioned once each. Still using 2 leave-in's at the moment, but my Daily Renewal Treatment is running low these days, so I should be down to just 1 soon, which I prefer.
   Didn't have time to oil this morning. Or condition twice. Or anything, really. I woke up on time, but found myself too tired to start the day on so little sleep (yet again...this is a very unhealthy habit), so I crawled back into bed for another 44 minutes. *smacks forehead* As if that helps...

As for work, well...I won't be speaking to Mr. Payne anytime soon. And even if I had the chance today, my defenses are much stronger now. His accent and demeanour are lovely, it's true. But he's not the one keeping me up at night. He's not the one aiming to please me with a joke and a song and a story....he's not the one I love. I may have my doubts....second thoughts....insecurities....but I'm not ready to give up on this new thing just yet. Not before it's even had a chance to start.

Yikes, better get going. Nearly time for my break. We'll see if today's braid is better than yesterday's. And will someone please get that infernal "No Sugar Tonight" song out of my head?!