Suck It Sunday

Thanks to The Mom, Jen at Cheaper Than Therapy for the fabulous graphic!

This week's Suck It Sunday brought to you by...men who don't have a clue! Come on, we all know those types, right?

Earlier this week, a salesman came to my door. He knocked. I answered. He looked me up and down and said "Is the husband home?"

What am I...twelve? Do I not look capable of listening to your door-to-door sales pitch? Not only that but, you should know better, buddy. The wives make most of the home decisions, anyway. Strike one.

So I told him no, my husband's not here but that he could talk to ME. Then I smiled sweetly and let him sell me his product (he wanted to repave our driveway) - he would give me the huge bargain price of $6000. Ouch. Strike two. I took his card. Thanks but, no thanks. I'll call ya. Hold your breath until I do.

Later that night I told The Hubs the story of the salesman. And what did my hubby say?

"Oh yeah, he's been around before. He quoted me $5000 last week."

WHAT!? He quoted me a thousand dollars MORE than he quoted you? Does he not remember coming to our house just last week? And not only that, but he quotes ME a grand more? He quotes the woman more. Strike three...annnnd he's outta there!

WTF? Nice salesman he is. We've got a real sharp shooter on our street, folks! I'm pissed that he asked for my husband at the door. And now I'm really pissed that he quoted me more money...not only more but a grand more.

When you don't have a life (like I don't), this is the kinda shit that makes (or breaks lol) your day. This is like good, quality neighborhood gossip for me. Yessss!

So if he comes back, you can bet that I'll give him a taste of my mind. I'll be respectful and clever about it, but Mr. Pavement Man can definitely SUCK IT.

"Oh hi, you're back! Do you realize that you quoted my husband a thousand dollars less than you quoted me? Little old me? No? Well then...suck it!" SLAM!

Heehee. It's the little things that give me pleasure. Would I really do that? No, probably not. But I can pretend. What I'd really do is not answer the door and spy at him through the bedroom window until he leaves. But I would tell him to suck it through the closed window! Does that count?

Speaking of my neighborhood, I've got another great Suck It Sunday lined up for next week. So stay tuned!

My New Theme Song

Yea, I suck. I know. I haven't been around much. Why? Writer's block? Maybe a little. Nothing to write about? Maybe a little. Busy? VERY. For those of you who don't know, I do full-time independent contracting for a website called iVillage. Ever heard of it? Anyway, I was promoted...sort of. So my new work started this week. I've been trying to play catch up and get ahead before I get behind. Gee, I'm so clever. Yuk yuk yuk!

I have some fun blogs coming up, though. I swear! I still have to update you on all the bullshit that happened after the hubs and I submitted our claim to the auto relocation company we used for the Lexus joyride. Remember that? Also, I have a blog about my weekend with The Wolf Pack.

In the meantime, I'm working hard and staring at the wall a lot. Oh, and this is my new theme song:

I don't have any friends...so I drink alone! TGIF and see you soon!

Music I'm Embarrassed to Love

Want to hear some other songs I will secretly sing to at the top of my lungs? Check the "Music I'm Embarrassed to Love" tab on the left.

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This week's song is courtesy of the early 80s...and Eddie Money. Oh yea, I loooove me some Eddie Money!

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"Shakin" by Eddie Money

By the way, how cracked out does he look in this video? Wow.

Hair Woes

Holy humidity. They told me it was going to be muggy but sheesh. I feel like I'm on the beach in California.

Frizzy hair.

Sweat running down my cleavage.

Shiny face.

Are my clothes wet?

It was 93 on Saturday. Pretty hot. But still, after living in Las Vegas for six years, muggy or not, 93 ain't so bad. No sweat....or maybe I should use a different word. Yes sweat. No problem. I'm looking forward to being able to actually spend some time outdoors this summer (in Vegas you don't go outside at all from June to October). I don't care if I have frizzy hair and a shiny face - save me a margarita and I'll be outside lounging on the porch under the umbrella!

Speaking of frizzy hair...have you ever paid a good amount of money (let's say...$150) to get your hair done, only to have it look FUG a mere four weeks later?

What the freak?

Why can't I find a hairdresser that can cut hair AND color it? I only seem to find one or the other.

Great haircut... but the color blows.

OR, I love my color but gee, what's this random piece of hair that's two inches longer than the rest doing here?

Ugh.

Or should I say FUG.

That's me right now. I got my hair done a few weeks ago, and, although the color was a little *bright* for my taste, it looked good. However, she didn't put the color all the way to my scalp, so the freakin highlight line is already really prevalent. I hate roots! But my natural hair color is so dishwater and boring.

If I go dark, my hair turns penny-red. Red is good. Penny-red is nice when it's natural. But when it's penny-red with shades of green (hello, hair color!) it's tacky and gross.

Wouldn't you agree?

Blast. I don't have time for this shit. I thought telling my last stylist that I have a full time job, two kids and a husband was enough of a hint that I don't have the damn time to come back so she can fix her shit.

Guess I need to be more clear next time.

Yes, I'd like a few highlights, a basic trim and....dude, don't fuck up my hair.

Oh well. Now I'm on a mission to find a different hair girl, so I can start the stupid process all over again....

Suck It Sunday

I'd like to tell only one thing to suck it this week: Cancer

When we moved here, I researched around to find the best preschool for my daughter, Ava. And when I found it, I knew it was the one. Ava's new teacher was such a warm and friendly light for me (and Ava) in our new world of upheaval and confusion after moving the east coast. I immediately felt at ease with this teacher, like she was an aunt (she was my mother's age), and I felt good about leaving my child there under her care.

It was obvious this teacher had cancer. She had her head wrapped in a scarf, but she was so bright and full of life, I assumed that she was on the upswing. She hardly ever missed a day of school. Last week, I was chatting with her and postponed our parent-teacher conference since The Wolf Pack was in town. Now I wished I had gone just so, selfishly, I could have had that little bit of extra time with her.

The last time I saw her, I was feeling rushed and stressed out because of our impending trip to Tulsa. I said a quick hello and left. I didn't look her in the eye, or smile like I meant it, or say thank you for being such a wonderful presence in my daughter's life.

She died on Friday.

We at the school are all in shock. She was just teaching on Monday. She seemed tired and a little out of breath. She was scheduled for another round of chemo soon...

Tuesday she took a "sick day".

Wednesday I brought Ava to class, hoping to give the teacher a hug and tell her I was happy to see her back. But she wasn't in class. The sub told me she was not doing well, hospice had been brought in and that her family was en route to her from all over the country. That this was probably....it.

I cried all day Wednesday. Felt a little better on Thursday.

Friday morning, when Ava and I had just gotten to school, word came that Ava's beloved teacher had died early that morning. Damn was the first thing that came out of my mouth.

It all happened so fast. Although she had cancer, she fought it every step and lived her life until the very end.

The VERY end. I feel tremendous guilt that the last time I saw her I was stressed out and rushed. No one got to say goodbye, because this teacher was so full of life she had us fooled that things were ok - until it was time to go. I'm comforted knowing that she was surrounded by her three children (one had just arrived the nigh before she passed), and it tells me that she was at peace knowing that ALL of her children were with her.

Today is her memorial.

So, today, cancer can suck it. It took away a wonderful women that still had so much life in her. I pray that she is at peace now.

After I heard the news of the teacher's passing, I got in the car to go home and Sting's "Fragile" started to play. So I'm posting it for you here. It was my reminder of how fragile we all our, and how life can be taken away from us at any moment.