What the hell is wrong with this man?? Seriously, it’s bad enough to even think something like that, let alone say it out loud when there’s reporters around. What makes him think any of what he said is okay?
On a totally unrelated note, you’d think that after living in Colorado for 22 years, I would learn to just dress in layers every single day instead of trying to predict what the weather’s going to be like. But, no. Instead, after two days of dressing in layers and never peeling a single layer off because it was frigid cold the whole time, I assumed when I woke up to another cold morning that today would be the same. So, I put on a turtleneck sweater and jeans and called it good.
It is 80 friggin’ degrees outside. You have got to be freaking kidding me. So, now I’m dying to peel off a layer or two, but then I would definitely be violating office-appropriate dress code. So I suffer. This stupid fucking state.
I have chopped my hair off. It used to be about half-way between my shoulders and my elbows, now it is between my chin and my shoulders at its longest point, and the shortest layer hits the bottom of my ears. It’s really really cute, if i do say so myself. I am very happy with it.
Plus there’s the fact that new haircuts always make you feel good (unless the stylist does something horribly wrong). It’s always a big confidence boost for me. And it’s really fun to drastically change your hair every now and then. I usually go through a cycle where I cut it short, let it grow long, get tired of it and cut it short again, then let it grow long…I think you see the pattern. I’m thinking I might keep it this way for a little while, though. I am really liking it.
I get to go see Clay Aiken!!! We have awesome, floor seat tickets! (I think it’s at the Pepsi Center). He is SOOOO cute! And I like his music too, because I’m a little bit girly like that. I am WAY excited!!
In less girly news, I started my work day with a cup of hot chocolate, because it was just that kind of day. It made the fact that I was sitting at my desk instead of curled up on the couch just a little more bearable.
“Nothing changes instantaneously: in a gradually heating bathtub you’d be boiled to death before you knew it.”
I’m currently reading The Handmaid’s Tale by Margaret Atwood. Atwood is a genius writer. Her prose borders on poetry. I love her writing style.
This book is amazing. It’s another re-read from college days, because my shelf is lacking in un-read books. After I finish this one, there’s a few I’m going to borrow from people, so it’ll be back to fresh material. I love re-reading, though. I love it when a book is so good that you want to pick it up and read it again and again.
Anyway – The Handmaid’s Tale – incredible story about a distopian society. A prime example of fundamentalists taking their own interpretations of the Bible to extremes. I highly recommend this book. It is creepy, plausable, and beautifully written.
Today I woke up and saw that it was cold and rainy outside. So, I rolled out of bed, climbed into my snowman pajama pants (for cold weather use only – I don’t wear them in the summer because I don’t want this fickle state to get any ideas about snow being acceptable in the summer time), put on my big fuzzy slippers, looked at Ben and said, “We are NOT going for a walk this morning.”
The cozy pj pants and slippers make me want to curl up by the fire with a blanket and a good book all day. Instead, I have to go to work. Oh, well.