Queen of Rambles

Summer is really here and I’m ready to escape to Maine. It’s cold there, right? And closer than Alaska. Maybe I could head to Prince Edward Island and catch a glimpse of the spirit of Anne. Can you tell I’m getting a little antsy to get out of here? I hate the summers so much.

We went to the park at 8:30 am. By 8:32 I was already drenched in sweat. Even Erik wasn’t enjoying himself, so we retreated to the air conditioned apartment until the pool opened. Sweet, sweet pool relief!

While waiting, I called and made the appointment to chop my hair. I can’t stand having long hair in all this humidity. Ponytails help, but they are just greasy and nasty and UGH. (Mine, not yours). When it was finally time to get it done, the lady looked really familiar. I either go to the biggest gym in the history of the world, or I live in a really small town. Every where I go I see people I know from the gym! At least the gym connection gave us something to talk about. We were able to gossip about some of the more prominent gym goers, including a guy who has an upper body at least four times the size of mine, but legs half as large as mine. I don’t know how the man stands up.

She wouldn’t cut my hair as short as I wanted it, but it’s still pretty short. There will be no ponytails in my immediate future. Or even my somewhat distant future. I’m not happy with the way she styled it, so I’m just hoping against hope that it will be ok when I style it tomorrow. She parted it on the wrong side so maybe that’s the problem. I’ll just keep telling myself that until I cry tomorrow.

If nothing else, at least it’s a lot cooler! And it takes a lot less shampoo and conditioner. It was weird washing my hair because it feels like there’s nothing there. That also means there’s nothing to catch my sweat at the gym. I’m going to have to remember to take in a towel because the sweat was pouring down from my head, out the ends of my hair and onto my back this afternoon. Disgusting! I guess it usually gets caught in the mess of the ponytail, but there was no absorption today.

Picture tomorrow if I am feeling less vulnerable about it all.

Btw, I’ve started using Google Blog Reader to read all the blogs I follow. I never did get the hang of bloglines, possibly because I didn’t try hard enough, but I am loooooving the blog reader. If you keep track of your stats and it looks like I’m not reading you anymore that’s why. I’ve found a better way to keep track of your doings.

Also, Mike has his first interview for citizenship at the end of August! Whoo-hooo! I don’t know how many interviews he will have, but it’s nice to see some progress. I used to be very antsy for him to get his citizenship so we could have a hope of moving out of here sometime soon. Now? I think I’m ready to settle in. We’re in a nice town, we have a nice routine, we have friends, Mike loves his job, he’s most likely going to get a pretty nice promotion soon, we are talking about getting a house next year, we are in (longish) driving distance to a lot of our friends so we could conceivably take a road trip to meet them (if we didn’t have a wailing toddler). If we could only get my mom off our backs about moving to the West Coast we’d be golden. I totally understand why she wants us to move. I want Erik to have the experience of a doting grandma living near. It just really hurts my soul when she brings it up over and over and over and there’s nothing I can do about it and now I’m not so sure I even want to do anything about it.

I just wish we could buy a nice, roomy house. We were at my wealthy friend’s house for the playgroup yesterday afternoon and it was so nice. Huge backyard, huge back patio with furniture, huge screened in sun room with beautiful furniture, huge family room off the huge kitchen. . . and that’s just the small part that we were using. I would love to do a grand tour of her house one of these days, but she is not boastful and I think showing off her house in such a way would embarrass her. I don’t need a mansion like that, but I really would like some space. This little apartment gets more cramped by the day. Or maybe the plastic baby crap breeds during the night.

I’ve read a couple of blogs lately that are raving about the Shangra-la Diet. It sounds bizarre (add a couple of tablespoons of oil and sugar water to your diet at certain times of the day and the pounds melt away because you are no longer hungry), but people are swearing that it works. I am not normally one to go for fads, but this one seems so easy to test out that it would almost be a crime not to do it. And the book is cheap too! I think I’m going to order it. I’ll let you know how it goes. I don’t hold out a lot of hope.

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