Bad hair day

I woke up this morning and went to brush my teeth. I got quite the start when I looked in the mirror. To save time and let me sleep a little longer, I showered last night. And slept with wet hair. It is very humid here right now. All these factors added together had the result of me looking like medusa. No exaggeration. Weird curls flying in various directions, defying gravity. It was ... Interesting.

After applying Quite A Lot of Product and primping for awhile I got the Hair to behave and it actually looked quite nice. Then I got into the car and got a drive most of the way to work like usual and walked the ten minutes from Tim Hortons' to work at Arvado. I smiled cheerfully at the security guard and got a weird look. I pushed the elevator button, a little confused because the security guard is usually quite nice. The elevator arrived and as I stepped into the mirrored box my heart sunk. The extreme humidity had conspired to render all the Product in my hair useless. Medusa was back! I got off on my floor, stealthily ran to the bathroom, hiding behind cubicles, and attempted to rid myself of Medusa. While not quite as nice as my first attempt, the Hair behaved and I got through the remainder of the work day without any more Medusa impressions.

At five I left the office and walked the 2kms to the office where my sister and father work to get a ride home with my dad. I could feel my hair curling as I walked. My hair was possessed!! I thought for sure that I would be in full Medusa mode by the time I walked up to the office, but this time someone else had possessed my curly locks. Catching my reflection in the glass doors to the building I saw a rather scary sight.

Have you all seen the Friends episode where they all go to the Paleontology Convention in Barbados or wherever and it is raining and Monica's hair goes crazy?

And now I have my hair in a scarf the way they do in Africa so I can hide my crazy bad hair.

Fall is here!

I had a happy day today. I walked to work this morning and though I was a little late because of a house key fiasco, it was nice. It was cold and I had to wear a big comfy sweater over the "uniform from hell" (that is its official title) and the air was crisp and it smelled good. The sun was out so that was warm and it was really pretty. Then I worked for five hours and it was not very busy so that was nice. Yesterday was insano-rama x 100000. We had all 9 tills open and we all had lines of at least five carts long! This is what happens when all the students come back for two universities! But today was calm and nice. I had an old man come through my till and today was his 58th wedding anniversary! Cool. Then I walked home and it was still fall. Fall makes me happy, for many reasons. First, this is my first fall in five years with red leaves. This makes me very excited! I also love the way things smell and the air gets crisp and it tastes different or something. I think the sky is a different colour of blue in the fall. You get to wear comfy clothes but no long underwear or anything and it is a good time of year. I am even looking forward to winter. People tell me I am crazy, and there are some days that I try to plot a way back to SA so I can skip winter again, but I like snow. It will be nice to have packing snow all the time. I am too old for making snow people very often, and will be too busy with two, maybe three jobs, but I like that it is possible to make one anytime I want. And firing snowballs at my sisters back is nice too. :)

So I got home from my happy walk and I had a nice nap with my cat. Then we ate a really yummy roast for supper and tomorrow I am making pilgram soup with the left over broth. Yum.

So that is my happy day. Yahoo.

A Pedestrian's Plea.

I, like Steph, have been doing a lot of walking around KW this summer. Though I have access to a car more often than Steph, I still walk to work most days, and when I am working at Pam's office downtown I walk between bus stops. Steph has given a small rant about being a pedestrian already, but let me add to it.I hate construction workers. I was walking to work yesterday morning and there was construction on the highway overpass that is between my house and Zehrs. There is no other way for me to get to work, unless I want to walk another 6km out of my way. The construction workers blocked the sidewalk on one side of the road and were blowing smelly tar smoke at the other side. This is a very busy street so I couldn't just walk on the road. They could have stopped blowing the smelly smoke for the 45 seconds it took me to walk by, but they just looked at me and kept going. I got to work coughing and smelling like tar. Not a very good start to the day!

Don't drink and drive!!

So, I know I will get bugged for not posting for so long, but the internet was down at my house and with my dad off gallivanting in Pennsylvania with my mom, I had no one to fix it magically. So I had to fix it myself. I finally did! I am great. So that is why no posting.

Another weird story about my neighbourhood. I left this morning at 6:30am so I had time to go to Timmy's before I started work at 7am (on a saturday, this is very painful for me). I was driving down my street and I saw a bike on the side of the road and my first thought was "it isn't garbage day, so why is there garbage there?" Well, it wasn't garbage. It was a person. I nearly had a heart attack because I thought someone had been hit by a car or something so I stoppped and ran over. I was really really scared!! But then I got to the guy, a kid of about 16 or 17, and I realized that he was snoring. I tried to wake him up, but I couldn't. He smelled like beer. I finally put it all together (it took awhile because my mind was working on fear!) and realized that this kid had been so drunk that he passed out while riding his bike home sometime during the night! Since the guy wasn't bleeding and the snoring sounded pretty healthy, I moved the bike off the road and went on my way to work. My hands stopped shaking about an hour later!

That is the most exciting this to happen this week. Oh, and I painted my parents living room with my sister and now I have to figure out how to put all the furniture back and they get home tomorrow. Yahoo.

Oh! And Annemarie called me tonight and she is probably coming to visit! I was in the middle of commenting on Steph's blog when she called, so that is why the randomness of that comment. Yahoo!!!