Fragmented Friday

So many little things I need to say today.

And, since you care... here goes!

1. WTF?! Blockbuster? I went to Blockbuster to return a movie we'd rented for the dudes (about 3 weeks ago) and discovered that instead of being able to replace it with another, I was met with a huge non-refundable merchandise liquidation sale.

Holy bad economy, Batman! Blockbuster is going outta business!

Well, that blows.

Now where am I gonna get my favorite straight to DVD videos?

I hate waiting for stuff to come on Pay Per View and I really don't rent enough to justify $20/month to Netflix.

I was so flabbergasted by the discovery that I even had to ask the pimply-they-don't-tell-me-anything-because-I-can't-handle-the-truth check out dude what the hell.

His response, "I guess they just wanted to retire."

Um, yeah, bro, because a company that's been making bank for the past twenty-some-odd years is just gonna up and decide to "retire" one day.

Doubt it.

I'm thinking it has more to do with this, than the fact that Mr. Blockbuster was getting up in age and wanted to spend his time waiting for his home health nurse to come over and change his man diaper fishing and golfing instead of running a multimillion dollar enterprise.

2. The first entry into my soon to be famous Happily (un)Haunted Halloween Photo Contest has already been submitted by Angie @ Seven Clown Circus.



So, people, the bar has been set, what are you gonna do about it?

Lucky for you there are still 30 days to submit your entries, but you'd better get on it because I'm thinking it's gonna take you a couple of tries before you get a shot cuter than this one.

3. I've been thinking a lot about my upcoming trip to Vegas for SITScation.

Yeah, I'm excited and happy and looking forward to going. But, really, more than anything, the social anxiety that plagues my daily interactions with cooler than me people is starting to set in.

I'm going back and forth about what I'll wear (no momiform for this one; I'm going all out).

I'm in knots about losing five pounds before the trip (so I can nicely fit into the new MILCAD* dress I just bought).

And, I've been desperately concerned about my hair.

Here's the deal with my hair.

I haven't had my hair professionally cared for since #2 was in utero.

He's 4.

Four years since I've had my hair looked at by a pro and it's more than obvious.

I sport about 4 inches of split ends, homemade highlights, and a drabby off black overall color that is oddly reminiscent of an old billy goat.



Not to mention, the general wildness of it (combined with my debilitating lack of motivation to get up early enough to actually fool with it) causes me to keep it in a bun, a braid, or a banana clip (kidding, I haven't worn a banana clip since like 2008, give me a little bit of credit**).

Needless to say it was time for a change.

So, I got a sitter (aka Mimi) and a coupla Benjamins, and headed into the local make-me-purty spot.

And, after a little of this...



Voila...



I know, I shoulda waited for Vegas to do the big reveal, but I figure this way, people can look it over, absorb the shock of it all, talk about it with their friends, and not be quite so surprised when we meet.

'Cause, I'm gonna be nervous enough without the whole first impression monkey on my back. And, when I get nervous I sweat. And when I sweat because I'm nervous, it makes me even more nervous because, neurotic though it may be, it makes me nervous to think that people notice I'm sweating because I'm nervous. See, now I'm getting nervous!

Anyway, point is, I'm already nervous enough about my clothes, and my voice (it annoys me), and my fat, and my inability to stop smiling (and sweating) when I'm nervous even if it's inappropriate and lame (ie you tell me your cat was crushed by a bus, I smile. Or, you tell me my skirt is tucked so very attractively into the back of my undies, I smile, and then run to the bathroom to drown myself in the toilet) .

So, if you see a sweaty mess of a girl, smiling ear to ear as she tries to disguise her voice with one of those T.Pain vocoder dealys, while rockin' some pretty dope highlights, that will be me.

I gotta be honest about the hair, though, after the cash I put out for this one, I was expecting a little bit more (maybe a little more on the Halle Berry and a little less on the Star Jones).

But, I can't blame the technician, she can only do so much, and based on what she was given to work with, I'd say it's a great improvement.

Now, if I could just figure out how to get Halle Berry's body by the time SITScation rolls around, that would be great.

Anyone know what the recovery time is for lipo, I've got about two weeks to spare!

4. Today is the last day to enter the Looney Tunes gift basket contest. The winner will be announced tomorrow on Saturday Swag-urday. If you still haven't entered (because you are CA-RAZY) click here to get in while you still can.

5. Monday is Ask Me Monday. So... if you have a burning question, like why do you bother writing this bloody thing?, or who do you think you are?, feel free to leave them as comments and I'll get to them on Monday!

*The closest I can get to being a MILF(seriously, if you don't know what this is, just Google it and don't do it at work b/c the results may get you fired) is to hope to be a MILCAD (Mom I'd Like to Chaperon A Dance).

**I feel like I have to inform you that I really am kidding. I don't want people to get the wrong idea about me, you know, like that I'm some overweight, feathered hair, spandex wearing, mom with the fashion sense of a motel desk clerk. I'm really not that fat and I've never even worked at a motel!