Here’s *a* photo. There could be more, but it was all a blur. It was kinda badda boom badda bing this year. And by “it” I mean the office Christmas party. And nobody did the worm or pole danced, so I am sad. Also I am still at work; everyone else is gone. Murderus rage welling up as I type. Yup.
This is Teddy. He looks bloody good for his age, 33, which in teddy bear years is something like Yoda. This bear has been in 3 continents, lost in at least 2 MotherCares, driven across an entire nation to be retrieved, and received more surgery than Joan Rivers. That’s why his arms are all apostrophied. If you’re on Facebook or remember from when I was Fan of the Month on www.recoil.co.uk way back in the day, this is the same fluffy orange bear I had in my christening photo. Yes, when I was 2. My Nan took me to get him. I remember the walk to the shop & everything. There was an alley & a magical hedge. For the record, all alley hedges in urban England are magic. My mum used to give me messages from Teddy by having him whisper into her ear. This was accomplished by holding him up to the ear & wiggling him violently. She would then say "Teddy says he loves you & to be very, very good." I would sometimes convey messages from Teddy to other people in this same fashion. Teddy, unlike my other bears, did not prefer to speak out loud. I also sucked my thumb until I was 6 (shut up) so that is why his arms are squooshed. I would hold his arm in my four fingers, then pop my thumb in my mouth, effectively dragging my bear around from my face. There are a number of photos of me for a period of years where there is no evidence that I have a neck. Teddy is always there. And he always will be. Men come & go, but your bear is fo’ life. Word.
Look at this darling table! Didn’t my Mum do great? I made the sweet potatoes & my sister did the veggies. My brother joined us briefly, shoveled, then retired to his Man Cave (like they do). This was the best Thanksgiving EVER. Really. Will say more about that after the coma.
Get yer head out. This is after I got my clean bill of health, apres mammogram & ultrasound. I am wearing my new peacoat! This is the best light I could find and YES, Morgan, I had to hold the phone up high so you can see some of the coat. Old Navy, $62. Awesome Actually warm, satin lined, dry clean only. Yes, that is the final hair colour. It’s way in your face with bright reditude. Monster. Grr.
Here is the new hair after another wash & in flourescent light. I am acneriffic. Considering the amount of pink in the tub this morning, I am pretty sure this is NOT the final result. Meaningful content? Um… Research before ridicule. Can we be blamed for the security of ignorance? Er, the last one is Alan Wilder. The former is me. Thinkies not coming fast today.
Stephanie at work described this colour, Ion’s Demi-Permanent Light Burgundy Blonde, as “raspberry”. After taking several photos of it, I have to agree. This is obviously going to mellow after another couple of washes, but right now it’s pink, purple & red depending on where I am in relation to light. I posted 3 photos so you could see. The amazing thing is that I had pretty much given up on rich, nigh-punk salon colour out of a semi-permanent, no-ammonia formula. This stuff is incredible. I get it at Sally’s, & you mix it 1:2 w/ a 10 developer. One tube covered my whole head because I ended up w/ 6 oz of creamy fluid. Knock that off. Girly girl silly blog post! Wheeeee!
This was taken Nov. 4, 2009. I have lost 40 lbs in this photo. Clearly I have further to go, but this is a vast improvement on 40 lbs before that! So I figure it’s a booyah moment, yo.
This is the sweet dainty adorableness of my sofa. Neil was apparently distracted by the demon soul in the wall again, seeing as how just prior to this, he was cuddling the bear.
They say everyone has a good side & a bad side. I never take photos from this side, & some of you snippier types love pointing that out. Well, jerks, here’s my lumpy quasimodo side as of today. Enjoy finding me less attractive; I hope this allows you lead a fuller, richer life somehow. *refusing to put a winky face*
