The Cure for Boredom is Curiosity.

OK, I really shouldn't be up this late shopping online but let's face it I don't feel like going into SF or driving out to Walnut Creek to go to Sephora. Besides you always get samples when you order online. I'm never lucky enough to get samples when I'm in the store. And if I do manage to get a sample, they never give you the really good samples. I digress.

I heart Sephora because they have a gift registry!
Brides-to-be can throw caution to the wind and register at Sephora.
It's one less toaster you have to return and no more wondering "what was that thing" that Great-Aunt Gladys gifted to you.
You can register for Blissful smelly stuff and make the honeymoon last when you return home.
The groom won't be left out with the array of manly stuff either.
Mommies-to-be can register for baby stuff as well as happiness for herself.
Birthday and Christmas follies will exist no longer when the people who don't have a clue, can get one from your registry.
Oh the possibilities!
Ahhh, but I'd still love Sephora even without the gift registry. This just makes it a whole lot better.

Finding a dress to wear to the two weddings in July is going to be a pain in the butt, isn't it?

I found the style of dress I want. Just not a color or print that I like.

I don't want to have to make one.

Let's bitch about bras today.
Do bra manufacturers really think about what they are doing when they design a bra?

It's almost like they make a model for an A or B cup, then think adding more material will work fine for larger cup sizes. What works for A/B doesn't work for C/D/DD/and up.

So you go out and buy a new bra. First, you shell out a lot of money for a single bra. The last bra I bought was about $40 with tax and that sucker was on sale. Even the really ugly bras are not that cheap. Now I'm sure there are women out there who would say that buying bras at Wal-mart or Target is an excellent idea. I'm not knocking that as a choice. I think if I had smaller breasts, I would probably do that. As it is every bra that I've ever tried from one of the mentioned stores has gone into the trash heap after a couple of wears because if it ain't comfortable, I'm not going to wear it.

Now that you've spent money on a bra after trying it on in the store, you take it home, cut off the tags and prepare to wear it. After a couple of hours, you realize that a wire is digging into your underarm or ribcage. Discreetly adjusting the problem works for a while. Later on you realize that the other underwire is doing the same thing and you can't wait to get home so that you can take the damn thing off. You try wearing the bra a few more times, you experience the same problems, finally you give up by tossing the new bra and going back to the old bra that you luckily hadn't given up yet just in case.

Other problems include the shoulder straps that don't stay adjusted, shoulder straps that are set wide enough apart for a line backer, shoulder straps that are wide enough to create the illusion of shoulder pads, the middle section of the bra front that is wide enough to be used as a bullet proof vest, and the hooks that bend out of place for no apparent reason.

Now, if bra stores offered a money-back guarantee, it might make things better. Then you could return a bra even after wearing it a few times. Even better would be a test-drive option for bras. Pick out a few styles, try them out for a week, return what didn't work and buy what you liked.

And what's up with the injection-molded-padded-push-up bras for large cup sizes? It doesn't really do anything except give your boobs a place to jiggle around in. Kind of like wearing a breast plate.

One day I'll invent the perfect bra and save womankind from the torture devices that exist on the market today. Until then, I'll suffer along with everyone else. Hell, I live in Berkeley, I don't have to wear a bra if I don't want to. I think I'll have a little bonfire tonight.

Well, maybe not too much drama, it is just hair after all.

I go to see Betty at 10. I'm going to have her cut off at least 2 inches of the mop. Could be more. I want anything that is dead and icky gone and I desperately need my layers back so I get curls on the top half of my head. She may have a slight heart attack when she sees that I've dyed it black. The color is almost gone so maybe not too much screaming. I'll try to remember to take pictures of the new 'do after I get back while it still looks like good.


TA DAH!

ze beautiful curls

OK, we had this whole discussion and decided on 2 - 3 inches and it doesn't look like it. I expected it to be shorter. However, what was left in the floor would create a really nice toupee and was at least 3 inches. Maybe my hair was longer than what I thought. It's also not black anymore, but more along the brunette that it was. And no more blonde ends, at least until next summer.

Because we can all relate.

A Poem for Girls
I shave my legs,
I sit down to pee,
And I can justify any shopping spree.
Don't go to a barber, but a beauty salon.
I can get a massage without a hard-on.
I can balance the checkbook,
I can pump my own gas.
Can talk to my friends about the size of my ass.
My beauty's a masterpiece and yes, it takes long.
At least I can admit to others when I am wrong.
I don't drive in circles, at any cost.
And I don't have a problem admitting I'm lost.
I never forget an important date.
You just gotta deal with it, I'm usually late.
I don't watch movies with lots of gore.
Don't need instant replay to remember the score.
I won't lose my hair, I don't get jock itch.
And just cause I'm assertive, Don't call me a bitch.
Don't say to your friends, Oh yeah, I can get her.
In your dreams, my dear, I can do better!
Flowers are okay,
But jewelry's best.
Look at me you idiot...
Not at my chest.
I don't have a problem,
With expressing my feelings.
I know when you're lying,
You look at the ceiling.
Don’t call me a girl,
a babe or a chick.
I am a WOMAN.
Get it?, you dick?

I can't give credit to whomever wrote this lovely poem. I can only thank my friend who passed it on to me.