Are you going.... to San Francisco?

I never would have thought I was going out to Cali.... but there I was for a work related conference! Although the purpose of my trip was to learn more about my field, I figured before & after hours were MY time, so I was gonna make the most of it. I mean no hubby around, no kids constantly tugging on my shirt screaming " Mommy, mommy, MOMMY!" I love my family, but was nice to take a break!
And what a nice city to take a break in! I loved the total variety of local radio stations I could listen to in the car. OMG driving up & down those hills.... I just knew for sure there would be a cop at the bottom of a hill to jump out after me & give me a ticket for speeding! I'm so glad the car I had was an automatic.... not like I had much choice since I don't know how to drive a stick, right? I would say the highight of my trip was the very beginning & the very ending. At the very beginning I visited Brunsli & got some hairties. She treated me like an old friend, even though we've only communicated on the blogs a handful of times. Her husband cooked a fascinating dinner that gosh darnit I forgot to ask the recipe for the sauce on the pasta! Like she said in her blog, I'd never had artichokes before... & now I'm looking forward to trying it again. I also got a lesson in wine...even though I didn't drink any that night ( I can't even have 1 glass if I'm driving in a dark unfamiliar place). Soon I will be shopping for some impressive wine glasses to sip from as I've discovered drinking from these give-away beer tumbler glasses will no longer do! I got 2 hair-tie from her & I'm loving the different ways I'm wearing it. I just wish my hair was longer & not so poofy sometimes. My neice saw mine & now she wants one. Wishing you much success with the business Brunsli....& congrats on the job hunts!
I ended my trip by driving down Lombard St. which had been deemed at the world's crookedest street... but some people in that area tell me otherwise. Anyway, it was cool to see the street that I saw in the Guiness Book of World records so many years ago. Daddy would have been so proud!

New name???

OK, I still stress about stuff... I'm not a perfect being...but you know it's bad when you have a screen name to remember for your email, a name for the junk email account, a name for your business email account, your job message board, your 'mommy & me' type message board... etc. etc...
It was getting to be too much & found myself having trouble remembering my own name that I created for this account!! I just changed it to something I will always remember. A nickname my bestfriend's mom gave me years back.




The buds at the ends are getting heavier I guess... they are hanging a lot better. I just wish there were some way I could take my own head off, but it in front of me & I can tighten these locs on my own. I even went as far as trying to contact the 1 Sisterloc certified loctitian in this 2 horse town.... & I guess she doesn't want any new clients cuz she sure hasn't tried to call me back for a consultation! Any comments on the locs?

I emailed another 'friend' to ask what I was doing wrong. The roots of the locs are looking fine, the ends still fuzzy & some still straight/loose although this is all natural hair... never touched a chemical straightner since emerging from the scalp in 2004. I don't want to get scissor happy....


I guess this is the sign that I'm getting older & I'm not 21 anymore.... my smile used to be so much prettier in my opinion.
OH YEAH! If anyone has some good redecorating ideas for that flattened out disco-ball mirror on my kitchen wall there, I'd greatly appreciate it!

I found this while surfing around on the web.... which gave this overgrown tomboy the answers I've pretty much known all along!

You Are 40% Boyish and 60% Girlish

You are pretty evenly split down the middle - a total eunuch. Okay, kidding about the eunuch part. But you do get along with both sexes. You reject traditional gender roles. However, you don't actively fight them. You're just you. You don't try to be what people expect you to be.

How Boyish or Girlish Are You?