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threeplusfireToday I have been so productive. I made an appointment spur of the moment to get a haircut, because I was going to the mall to pick up Tyler's present for his spoiled, bratty cousin. I don't think the kid deserves a fourty dollar gift card to Claire's but whatever. It's full of the shiny. The hairdresser was running behind so I went to grab a cup of coffee and windowshop. I ended up buying a present because I saw something that made me laugh with the memory of it, and it seemed fitting. Hassling the sales clerk at said store was also a great deal of joy.
So my hair was cut, and it is so awesome. I love the back, with all its short layers. It's up off my neck, and I am rather fetching. Now, to get it dyed black again. Much love for the hair. If I could get my camera to send photos, I would take pictures for you all.
I love market research. Something about all those surveys amuses me. Maybe I just like ticky boxes. Anyhow, this very emo indie looking boy (that Sarah would have loved) approached me for a survey. Being a weirdo who enjoys this, I said yes and the poor guy looked so happy. I got $3, and a big glass of pineapple tangerine green tea. It was pretty good. Lipton is looking at marketing this new bottled green tea, and promoting the antioxidant/metabolism boost angle pretty hard. I have to wonder, because I spent the entire afternoon running around and doing stuff only to realize at 4:53pm that I forgot to eat lunch. I walked so much I have blisters on my feet. Hmmm. Anyhow, free drink!
While out today, I purchased presents not just for me. I picked up a bunch of toys for the Salvation Army shelter. Say what you will about the Salvation Army, but I have to send a lot of people to their shelters. They do some good work out there. The guy at the athletic store seemed bemused by the number of balls I was buying, which was kind of funny. He asked if they were for my kids, and I said something smart ass about being a guardian for all the children of Texas, which just made him look more confused until I told him what I did for a living.
I bought a present the other day for my cousin's baby Trevor, because it is easy to buy presents for babies. You get them things they can chew on. But I had no clue what to get my gandparents, my cousin and her husband, and my aunt. They have way more money than I will ever have, and all the things they could ever need. I really didn't want to buy bath products that would go unused, or gadgets that would just take up space in their frivolity. Honestly I don't know too much about the recreational habits of my cousin or aunt these days. So I wrote cards for them, and told them about how I spent their gift money on charitable donations. Gods above, I hope this flies and they appreciate it. I think it's a nice gift, and I would be so happy to get something like that. I made donations to a children's charity, our local paper's Season of Caring campaign, a women's shelter and domestic violence program, and to an organization that gets computers, phone cards and assistance to the families of soldiers. My grandfather was an Air Force man, so I know he will like that.
Speaking of the Air Force, I saw an F-16 barrel over my house half an hour ago. I was standing outside so I watched it race by, quite low. I wonder what that pilot was doing, and it made me laugh to think maybe they were joyriding a little. They make a sound you can't mistake for anything else.
In the mail this afternoon was a card from![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
coyotegoth that I'll hang up on my desk for it's gold shine and beautiful flowers. I wrote some cards today, and one was entirely in Russian. Go me. I had to think to remember my cursive. I wrapped most all the presents as well, and put them under my tree. It's very festive. It's not a present if it doesn't have a bow is my theory of gift wrap, so I stuck bows on everything.
calledmara may win for the best card I've ever received, and I don't know where she finds these things! It's a postcard of a blonde woman leaning against a tree beside a lawn and flagstone path. She has 1940s hair, red lipstick, a black & white striped dress, and she's holding a sun hat with long red ribbon wrapped around her wrist. In her right hand is a lit cigarette. The text is black letters in white blocks and reads:
she had
not yet decided
whether
to use
her power
for good...
or for evil
There's a panda sticker on the back, and the stamp is a buckeye butterfly. I don't know if I can convey how fantastic this is. Daina is one of my oldest LJ friends, and has been with me through many journals and many lives. She's really good at those cards.
Today was a good day. Make this last as long as it can, make this feeling always stay in my memory as a light in dark places when all other lights go out.
So my hair was cut, and it is so awesome. I love the back, with all its short layers. It's up off my neck, and I am rather fetching. Now, to get it dyed black again. Much love for the hair. If I could get my camera to send photos, I would take pictures for you all.
I love market research. Something about all those surveys amuses me. Maybe I just like ticky boxes. Anyhow, this very emo indie looking boy (that Sarah would have loved) approached me for a survey. Being a weirdo who enjoys this, I said yes and the poor guy looked so happy. I got $3, and a big glass of pineapple tangerine green tea. It was pretty good. Lipton is looking at marketing this new bottled green tea, and promoting the antioxidant/metabolism boost angle pretty hard. I have to wonder, because I spent the entire afternoon running around and doing stuff only to realize at 4:53pm that I forgot to eat lunch. I walked so much I have blisters on my feet. Hmmm. Anyhow, free drink!
While out today, I purchased presents not just for me. I picked up a bunch of toys for the Salvation Army shelter. Say what you will about the Salvation Army, but I have to send a lot of people to their shelters. They do some good work out there. The guy at the athletic store seemed bemused by the number of balls I was buying, which was kind of funny. He asked if they were for my kids, and I said something smart ass about being a guardian for all the children of Texas, which just made him look more confused until I told him what I did for a living.
I bought a present the other day for my cousin's baby Trevor, because it is easy to buy presents for babies. You get them things they can chew on. But I had no clue what to get my gandparents, my cousin and her husband, and my aunt. They have way more money than I will ever have, and all the things they could ever need. I really didn't want to buy bath products that would go unused, or gadgets that would just take up space in their frivolity. Honestly I don't know too much about the recreational habits of my cousin or aunt these days. So I wrote cards for them, and told them about how I spent their gift money on charitable donations. Gods above, I hope this flies and they appreciate it. I think it's a nice gift, and I would be so happy to get something like that. I made donations to a children's charity, our local paper's Season of Caring campaign, a women's shelter and domestic violence program, and to an organization that gets computers, phone cards and assistance to the families of soldiers. My grandfather was an Air Force man, so I know he will like that.
Speaking of the Air Force, I saw an F-16 barrel over my house half an hour ago. I was standing outside so I watched it race by, quite low. I wonder what that pilot was doing, and it made me laugh to think maybe they were joyriding a little. They make a sound you can't mistake for anything else.
In the mail this afternoon was a card from
coyotegoth that I'll hang up on my desk for it's gold shine and beautiful flowers. I wrote some cards today, and one was entirely in Russian. Go me. I had to think to remember my cursive. I wrapped most all the presents as well, and put them under my tree. It's very festive. It's not a present if it doesn't have a bow is my theory of gift wrap, so I stuck bows on everything.calledmara may win for the best card I've ever received, and I don't know where she finds these things! It's a postcard of a blonde woman leaning against a tree beside a lawn and flagstone path. She has 1940s hair, red lipstick, a black & white striped dress, and she's holding a sun hat with long red ribbon wrapped around her wrist. In her right hand is a lit cigarette. The text is black letters in white blocks and reads:she had
not yet decided
whether
to use
her power
for good...
or for evil
There's a panda sticker on the back, and the stamp is a buckeye butterfly. I don't know if I can convey how fantastic this is. Daina is one of my oldest LJ friends, and has been with me through many journals and many lives. She's really good at those cards.
Today was a good day. Make this last as long as it can, make this feeling always stay in my memory as a light in dark places when all other lights go out.
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