I totally forgot some important things in yesterday’s ramble. You know why? Because I have the attention span of a radish and I tend to distract myself really easily. I will completely forget what I am about to say because I’ll think of something during my talking and then go off on a completely different tangent and then only realize later on that I never finished my original point.

Um… Hello, my name is Radish.

You have no way of knowing this, but I have been gone for about a half an hour. Why? Because I just inadvertently proved my point about lack of attention span. You see, I had to pee, so I went to the bathroom and while in there I thought about how I really needed to take a shower and I might as well do it before we had to go out for the day. Next thing I knew, I was in the shower.

And now I am back.

Radish. Told you.

But back to my post… I forgot two things yesterday.

1) I had yet another abysmal hair appointment on Friday. And as much as I love Awesome Dan, I am finding myself more and more disheartened by that salon. Not only was I taken 30 minutes late – AGAIN (this is a fairly reoccurring thing) I had the world’s worst assistant person washing my hair. When he came to get me to give me my robe and take my coat – oh, I’m sorry, he didn’t take my coat, he actually started to just toss the robe at me as I was taking off my coat, and when I went to hang it up myself, he got this irritated look and took a hangar out of the closet and sort of took my coat and then went to hand me the robe, though normally I am used to these assistant people putting it on me, so I slipped my arms into the sleeves and he got even more irritated. Good lord. I had hoped that was the last I would see of him, but no. When it was time to wash the dye and bleach from my hair I got this dude again. Only he wouldn’t speak to me, didn’t check on the water temperature and then after half-heartedly rinsing my hair, he attempts to wash the dye off my skin, which normally is fine, only he pushed me forward getting this stuff IN MY EYE and it HURT and I was trying to wipe it out of my eye and he starts yelling at me not to touch my eye because I’ll get dye in it and I was saying, “well it’s IN my eye and it hurts”. Jeez. And then he’s “done” and I am lying in the chair with my head in the sink and he mutters “I’ll go tell Dan” and then…. nothing. I am there for TWENTY FREAKING MINUTES waiting for someone to get me out of the sink because I needed to towel dry my hair and then go dry it (myself, and this I am ok with because it makes things faster, because my hair needs to be dry for the punky colour to go in) and yet I am AT THE SINK. And I see this dude LEAVE! LEAVE! ARGH! I was trying to find someone to flag down to have them help me out of the sink, but it’s like noone is around. Grr.

Anyhow he finally starts to walk by – IGNORING ME – except I sort of sat up and glared at him, so he takes his time and towels off my hair (well, he tossed a towel at my hair) and then points to the room where I normally dry my my hair and says with this attitude “That’s the hair dryer, but there’s already someone using it and it’s the only one.” and then walks away. GOOD LORD.

So as I am hovering around the lady drying her hair, trying not to look like I am rushing her (because really, it wasn’t her fault)  I phone Shawn and tell him that he was right, I was going to be later than I thought AGAIN because it was almost 7PM and I wasn’t even near done and I was supposed to start at 4:30 so I foolishly thought I would be done by 7 or 7:30 at the latest. Sigh. Then Awesome Dan comes by and asks what I have been up to and I say, NOTHING I was left at the sink for 20 minutes! “Did he put a treatment in your hair?” NO! He said he was going to talk to you and then I saw him LEAVE with a backpack. Grr. I am not impressed. So Dan dries my hair and then we start on the colour – only they have no purple left. What? Really? I always go purple and he knows this, couldn’t he maybe have told me this BEFORE we started? And rather than pink he went red, the red that never stays in my hair. I was sure it was that one, but he assured me it wasn’t and also used the tiny bit of purple that they had left.

He had someone completely different wash my hair this time. Thank god. She was great. And yet, I never got my hair cut and I didn’t even dry it. I just left. I was supposed to have trim, to even things out. But you know what? I’d been there since 4:30 and it was EIGHT and I hadn’t eaten and I was tired and I was supposed to eat with Shawn and wander around down town, but hell if I had time for that and still get home and get to the pharmacy. Sigh.

I am so angry and sad about my hair I don’t know what to do. I don’t look like I have any funky colours in it at all and it’s not even. I could go back and have it redone, but I am so sick and tired of having to do that. I think I am going to have to rethink this whole hair thing. Sigh, redux.

2) I have actually found a wine I rather like. Shocking! I hate wine, normally. Always have. Drank it when I was in my teens because the novelty of being allowed a glass of wine with our family dinners was new and exciting. But I discovered this wine at work on Friday at the Convocation reception. It’s called Little Penguin and it even has cute little penguin footprints on the cork. Heehee! Anyhow it’s sweet. It’s from Australia. And I bought a bottle for the house for ME to drink yesterday. Even more shocking! I might like another one, one my mom brought to Thanksgiving dinner last month, but I am not sure because I only had one glass and never got a chance to get another. It’s called Grey Fox, I think. But I can’t seem to find it anywhere.

You might not think this is anything, but I really don’t like the taste of alcohol and I really don’t drink. You should have seen people at work teasing me about the wine I was drinking at the reception (it wasn’t a lot, it was the fact that I was drinking alcohol!) Ha. Anyhow, it’s something.

Ok, I guess that’s all. I have lost interest in continuing this post.