To my dear friend dancinginsecret ... I hope you have a wonderful birthday, sweetie! Are you doing anything fun to celebrate?

What in the holy hell is wrong with Faith Ford?  My god... I don't think I've ever seen anyone be so annoying in an exercise video, and that's really saying something:

http://mindbodybalance.msn.com/?section=articles&content=105_body&source=msn&GT1=25048#/episodes/101_body/

Also, not to be snarky (well, ok, to be snarky) she's got a crappy body.   I am impressed by how fresh and pretty her face looks though... Murphy Brown was forever ago, so she's got to be at least 40.

I'm having a very difficult time right now with this stupid math class I'm taking, and because of that I'm not keeping up with anything else in my life either.  In the interest of minimizing distractions I unfortunately felt the need to trim my friend's list a bit, mainly of a few really nice folks who were fairly recent additions that I haven't had the time to properly connect with.   If you are one of those people, please know that I enjoyed reading you and wish you well. 

I know I haven't been posting much recently, but in the interest of, again, minimizing distractions, I may not be reading or commenting all that much either.  I will try to check in occasionally so I hopefully don't miss anything important. 

Ok, I can't really bitch too awful damn much about my period, as it was kind enough to hold off until this morning which allowed me to a) get laid yesterday morning and b) sit through 2.5 hours of Macbeth in comfort. 

The play was wonderful.  Lady Macbeth was seductively evil and quite lovely, the witches were dramatic and scary, and the modern setting and costumes were very well done and didn't detract from the atmosphere or story like I'd thought they might.  The famous "double, double, toil and trouble" scene with the witches was set in a girly bar with the witches posing as strippers before they killed all the patrons and plucked bits off them to mix into their poisonous brew.  Very sexy and evil and scary.  And the scene with the drunken porter ranting and raving about being the porter to hell was very funny. 

Oh, and Lady Macbeth got next to naked in the first scene and we couldn't stop thinking about her boobs all night, because we are just that cultured. 

I wasn't sure if we'd enjoy Shakespeare onstage because of the language issue, but even the parts I hadn't read in advance I kept up with well enough that I didn't get lost.  We had an amazing time and both want to go again.  He wants to see Hamlet and I want to see Taming of the Shrew, neither of which is running at the moment.  I hope we'll get to see at least one of those later this year. 

Hot Doug's didn't happen, unfortunately.  We got there at 1 p.m. and it turned out to be a tiny little place with people lined up around the block.  I suppose if we ever want to try it we're just going to have to suck it up and get in line, but yesterday I just didn't feel like it.  So we wound up going to Navy Pier early, walking around a bit and then eating lunch at Bubba Gump's Shrimp Company.  Which was pretty darn good, though not particularly cheap nor did it have the "off the beaten path" quality we were kind of going for.  But that's ok, it was new to us which does go along with the general theme of the dates.

Today I'm working on my math.  I haven't been doing so well, and I'm quite far behind.   Right now we're going over algebra, my lifelong math nemesis.  I'm getting it, but the understanding comes very slowly, and I simply don't have the attention span and frustration tolerance to work on it for long periods at a stretch.  I work a couple of problems and have to get up and do something else to let the tension go.  At least I'm getting a lot of little crap done around the house.   I figured out how to do the simple equations on my own, by consulting multiple sources; but Ian has been my hero today, helping me get through the multi-step problems that were kicking my dumb blonde ass. 

I also need to go to the grocery store today... I don't wanna, but I more or less have to.  I wish I'd have gotten my ass in gear and gone at six when I woke up.   The Sunday afternoon grocery store crowd needs to blow me. 

Yesterday I went and got my hair cut after work.  I'd been putting it off for awhile because I'm trying to grow it longer and I wasn't willing to part with any length until I got it well grown out past the "short hair" stage.  I've been trimming and attempting to layer my own bangs for awhile now though, and they were starting to look it.

I saw a new stylist at my regular place because I just asked for whoever was free, and she did a terrific job.  I wound up losing a bit more length than I would have liked but it turned out really cute so don't mind.  I had told her I didn't want ANY width at the sides, so she spent a fair amount of time blowing it out straight and OMG, does that ever look fabulous!  I had no idea, I thought straightening blow-outs were something only curly girls did.   This is the first time I think I've EVER liked the way my hair looked right out of the salon.

I am hopeless with my hair, not to mention the time factor, so I doubt if I'll ever manage to work the blow-dryer magic on myself.  I wish I could have someone live in and do me every day. 

It is raining cats and dogs and grizzly bears here. The ducks who live in our back yard are so happy. The drainage ditch that runs from the far end of the yard to the pond at the other end is full of water, and they are riding it down to the pond like a waterslide. So cute!

This morning an incident at the gym ran me a bit late for work. I went to put my bra on after my shower... put my arms through the straps and as I was trying to hoist the girls into the cups, I heard a small pa-POW sound and the bra dropped to the floor. Somehow my boobs of death managed to anihilate both shoulder straps almost simultaneously.

Had to make a quick run to Walmart with breasts flopping merrily under my business casual. That's a classy look right there, I don't care who ya are.