Daylight Savings Time is kicking my a$$

Yeah, I get it, hooray, more daylight after work! But man, the adjustment in the morning is killing me. I'm usually up before 6 and now I can't peel my eyes open until closer to 7. The girl feels it too. I hear her faint voice inquiring, is it really 6:30? when I rush to wake her up after leaping up in a panic when I finally open my eyes and see the clock.

What makes it worse is I'm really wearing it on my face. It's been stubbornly remaining puffy into the late morning. I'm just waiting for one of my co-workers to ask me if I've been crying all night.

It can't be just me, right?

Haircut--pro and not

It was time for a haircut, since the last time was for Halloween (yes, to cap off an awesome Baseball Fury costume). For Halloween, I just went to Supercuts and asked them to chop it off at a certain length. Truth be told, I kind of benefit from a more professional cut--my hair is pretty coarse, thick, with a slight kink (think Yoko Ono during the Bed-In days)--but run into a similar dilemma each time: Despite my preamble that I'm pretty much a wash-and-wear kind of girl, the pro haircutter usually laughs it off as if I couldn't mean that literally. Unlike the lady at Supercuts, who will usually shrug her shoulders and proceed to literally take off 3 inches all around, the pro haircutter assumes that I at least use a blow dryer (I don't), "product" (whassat?), and hair brush (only have a drawer full of combs). And they talk me through about how easy it's to style it smoothly and retrain my cowlick, while squirting handfuls of styling gels and creams through my hair. And wha-la! A perfectly smooth hairstyle seemingly sculpted out of doll hair:

In my lesser, lazier hands:

As of this writing, I have invested in a hairbrush.

This Belt

I love this Nine West belt. As you can tell from the picture it's reversible--black on one side, brown on the other, both in classic alligator texture. Simple, classic, and awesomely efficient--two belts in one!

When I got this belt years ago, I actually had to take it to a shoe repair shop and get two more holes added because it was too loose. Can you tell where this lament is going? That's right, I now wear this belt on the last hole on the other end because now this belt is too tight. Ech.

Did it!

With the help of my girl, I finally saw Avatar in 3D:


This capped off quite a movie marathon, but therefore, I have seen all best picture nominations (all TEN of them) before the Oscar ceremony! It has been an annual goal of mine to see all the best picture nominations every year before the Oscars and I have come up short every year until this year. Hooray for me-hopefully this bodes well for the rest of 2010 for me!

An Academy Affair to Remember

Tonight I did my best to get all dolled up (which for better or worse, always has varying results from newscaster to Asian transvestite):

I hope I hit a happy medium because I had a fancy event to go to!

I have a lovely friend on the board of Men Alive and tonight was a big Black Tie event, “An Academy Affair”—themed after the Oscars—and she invited me as her guest! The slight glitch was that the only dress I had that was close to formal was the dress I wore when I got married in Vegas, which was at least 20 pounds ago, but I managed to squeeze into it (the seams were literally straining--strong thread and prayers kept this dress from bursting):

I hobnobbed with some fellows from Men Alive, including one of their fantastic soloists and the Assistant Director:

And was it the champagne or does this waiter look like Robert Pattison? I totally pulled him aside and said you're a dead ringer for the Twilight guy! Pleeease let me take a picture! He was a very accommodating and a good sport--what a sweetheart. So what do you think?

And one of the key highlights that night—Leslie Jordan. He was utterly charming and hilarious!

Thankfully, he did not say I looked like a big Asian drag queen:

It was definitely a night to remember--thanks to Men Alive and my friend K!

Sabotage

I was doing pretty well on my WW points until the order I put in with my neighborhood girl scout arrived:

Darn.

Ready for a Revolution

In the classic delivery of a 10-year-old, my daughter informed me this morning that she needed a revolutionary war costume by tomorrow. I quickly texted a friend who had white baseball pants (as suggested by the costume sheet) and hoped I'd reach her before she left for work. She, being a mom, came through.

I told Velina we'd put together the rest after work. She called me after school and said we should go to Costume Castle. Ugh--had no interest in spending a lot of money on a revolutionary war costume she'd wear once. But as it turned out I had to work a longer day and Costume Castle closed at 5:30, so it wasn't even an option.

I'm proud to say the girl went into solution mode and was down with making her own tricorner hat--including painting some paper black because we didn't have black construction paper. We pulled some of my shirts, cut up one of her dad's shirts for a vest, and lucked out having boots with buckles on hand, and wha-la:

Wouldn't you want this girl on your side of the Revolution?