AmandaC: When I was your age, I was about 5 feet even and maybe weighed 100 lbs. By the time I graduated from high school, I was 5'3" and 112. You've still got some growing to do.  

Little Luc: Wow. I don't think anyone's ever called me an "inspiration" before.   *blushhhh*
   And honey, don't concern yourself with what other people think or say. They are just jealous because they want so badly to be that thin, but never will be. When they tell you that you're "too thin," they're really just consoling themselves.  
   And for the record, I think that being thin and having long, dark hair is an absolutely gorgeous combination! In fact, I'm dead sure that that's what my spirit looks like. So I'll keep living in this shadow if you keep living in mine.  
   As for the earrings, meh. I'll probably just give them away to whomever wants them. I'm that kinda person.  

Trisha: Yes, my little sister has decided (at the ripe old age of 24) to become an egg donor. A couple has already signed on to take one of her eggs and they think she has blonde hair and blue eyes.  
   I don't know who's the bigger idiot, really. My sister for selling off my parents' first grandchild to the highest bidder to be raised by complete strangers ~or~ the couple for mistaking her for a fake & bake Barbie clone when she is really dark all over (that part I find darkly comedic, actually).    But anyway...

Hair: Last night, I did a heavy EVOO treatment, then washed it out this morning with Breakage Defense shampoo. Then I did an ACV rinse just to be sure that all of the oil residue was out of my hair. After squeezing out the excess water with a towel, I applied a deep conditioning concoction that I'd made earlier this morning of 4 tsp. Restoratives Time Renewal Replenishing Mask, 2 tsp. EVOO, 2 tsp. aloe vera gel, 1 tsp. honey. After leaving that in for well over an hour, I rinsed out with completely cold water (thanks to our dysfunctional water heater) and conditioned with Suave Tropical Coconut conditioner. No leave-in's today. I just didn't have time. So it was a very unconventional WTC.

Hair is down and au naturel until after I've measured this evening. Then I'll braid it before my walk. And maybe, just maybe, I'll work in a little EVOO before braiding.

Calamity Couture: So yesterday, while I was out shopping at the only mall in town that isn't totally ghetto, the iced tea that I'd had standing upright in my purse fell over and soaked everything. I only realized this when I reached into my purse for cash and found it floating - yes, floating - at the bottom. My heavens, I could have gone swimming in there!    Too embarrassed to spend sodden currency, I left.

So this morning was spent washing my wallet, purse and everything in them, then laying it all out in the backyard to dry. One good thing about the torrid desert conditions of inland SoCal is that outside becomes a natural drying rack, heater, oven and hairdryer all at the same time.

My wallet & purse were not yet dry when I had to leave for work, so I gathered the essentials and threw them into the only thing I could find - a Wal*Mart bag.    I know, right? I rolled it up when I carried it so no one could see the label and tried to look as inconspicuous as possible when going from place to place. I also run from my car to my office and back so my co-workers don't notice my incredibly high fashion handbag.    Oh yeah. Redneck chic.  

Then this afternoon, as I was preparing lunch in my office and gabbing with the gal in Cylinder Control about the suuuper cute new Fire employee,    the can of soup that I was opening suddenly erupted all over itself, all over the desk and all over my pants that I'd just washed this morning!    Just call me Dr. Smooth.

So needless to say, I spent all day hoping that the new cutie in Fire doesn't decide to swing by my office again while I'm still rockin' this look. Stringy hair...fierce. Wal*Mart handbag...sexy. Chicken soup splatter pants...right off the runway. And the accompanying fragrance...mmm. Sashay shanté, honeys.  

Aside From Fashion Atrocities: Got an invite yesterday to spend the night in Riverside County...with friend R.    Dear oh dear, and thank heavens for my hair appointment tomorrow morning!
   He said that he might come down to visit instead and I hope that he does. This is where most of his friends live. And he'll be much less likely to make a move if other people are around.

Hair: CWC routine. It's in better shape since the trim. I knew it would be.    Haven't braided yet today. And quite frankly, I am getting rather tired of braiding my hair all the time. Oh, I know that contained styles provide the best protection, especially for fine hair like mine, but I'm beginning to feel the need to wear my hair down at least sometimes! What's the point of having long hair if it's always put away? In fact, what's the point of having anything if you can never enjoy it?

Health: In lieu of power walking last night, I burned up calories by washing my car last night. Double benefits: my legs got a good workout and my car is shining like a black diamond (speaking of which, I do need new spray wax for her).
    Granted, I more than earned those calories back by going to Cold Stone for dinner, but it was sooo worth it!    Mint ice cream with Heath bars & Butterfinger mixed in. All in a waffle bowl. Mmmm... 

Today, I took my last vitamin E capsule. So now, I have only to finish the rest of my Hair, Skin & Nails vitamins and then I'll no longer concern myself.

Also used Dial antibacterial bodywash for the last time today. Or at least the last time in awhile. The base fragrance of all Dial antibacterial bodywashes seems to be the same and I can't stand it. It reminds me of when I nearly burned my arms off with Nair.    And since scent is so strongly connected to memory, I think it counterintuitive to continue using it, even though Dial is one of my favorite brands.

Other: I should be spending an hour every day practicing harmonies for the rock opera...but I'm not.    Instead, I've been immersing myself in The Smiths and dreaming up ways to spend my next paycheck.