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30 August 2007 @ 04:27 pm
Thursday already???  
We had our "Office Olympics" celebration yesterday, in the 105F heat. :0

These events are fun and silly, where teams participate in various activities that often are not helped by any sort of athletic skill. They change from year to year; this time the activities included a shotput event (decorating a raw egg, packing it, and seeing how far you could throw it—with points deducted if the egg breaks), basketball (3 places to 'shoot' from, but the key phrasing is that the shooter's feet must not touch the other side of the shooting line. I was mosh-pitted toward the basket for dunking). There was more, and we all had fun despite the incredible heat.

Fortunately, no durian was involved this year! Durian is a fruit popular in Asia and other places, which—seriously—smells like rotten meat. Westerners ask themselves who the first person could have been to try durian, knowing that it might kill them if the smell lived up to the impression of toxicity. God, that stuff is evil.

After the heat, I showered for my hairdresser appointment. For years, all my haircuts were a Russian roulette event, because most hairdressers do not know how to cut curly hair. Then I found a guy who has curly hair and does a great job cutting it—yay! This was all good until my late 30s, when my hair got darker (too dark) and parts of it randomly became uncurly. We've dealt with the uncurly parts, but the color… suffice it to say that while I want mild highlights (via bleaching) to bring the red out in my auburn hair and lighten the color slightly, the hairdresser seems to think I want to be blond. We keep monkeying with the bleaching time and cutting it down, but the ultimate problem is that when he thinks it's perfect is when I think, "Gah!"

Yesterday's coloring did not go well. Hairdresser 1, Halfshell 0, and he sent me home with a rinse-in shampoo to dull down the brassiness. :(

On tonight's agenda: Back-to-school night at both schools (hey, that's smart. Nice scheduling).
This weekend: Since I secretly gathered old toys and donated them or threw them out on Monday, I didn't paint the back bathroom. Must.Do.It.

What's everyone else got planned?


 
 
 
When it is darkest, men see the stars.witchofthedogs on August 31st, 2007 12:10 am (UTC)
Tonight: Martini, watching the Eagles game, IMing bkhager
Tomorrow: Accountant to discuss personal and business planning, HVAC repair guy, tattoo appointment
Saturday: Morning group bike ride along the Chesapeake & Delaware Canal, laundry, cleaning house, packing up items in dining room
Sunday: Coffee with raisintorte, perhaps steaming the wallpaper off the walls of the dining room
Monday: SHOPPING!


:)
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: Venushalfshellvenus on August 31st, 2007 12:34 am (UTC)
If you're doing a group bike ride, then your arm must be better. Good news!

Must tell me how the wallpaper steaming goes (did you do the chair rail, or is this the prelude to chair rail and repaint)? I've always had a fear of trying to remove wallpaper, so we've only put it up in the kids' rooms (the other parts pre-existed us).

I think we might be sweltering at Marineworld on Saturday, which was a lot better plan before the projected 95F heat! But we need to use our Season tickets and didn't go at all this spring (summer is out, because of the heat).
When it is darkest, men see the stars.witchofthedogs on August 31st, 2007 01:17 am (UTC)
I've actually been riding for the past 3 weekends... or past 4 weekends... The physical part isn't the problem (though I am a bit sore- particularly after being forced into a crash by a cross-country team on the trail last weekend)... the mental part is the hard one. Still scared of rocks and hills.

The steaming is a prelude to the chair rail... unfortunately, when I first got the house, I painted over the wallpaper in the dining room, so this ought to be interesting...

Ooooooo ... Marineworld? I'm thinking of getting witchman a ticket to swim with the sharks at the Adventure Aquarium in Camden, NJ for the holidays. We're aquarium people.
elanurelelanurel on August 31st, 2007 01:35 am (UTC)
I'm helping a friend move on Saturday and then, most likely, resting from helping a friend move on Saturday. ;-P
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: Venushalfshellvenus on August 31st, 2007 02:54 am (UTC)
Ack! I applaud you, and I'm glad that's not my weekend!

I remember the time before kids. We'd go to a B&B in the mountains and go hiking over Labor Day weekend. *sigh*
(Anonymous) on August 31st, 2007 01:42 am (UTC)
It's mercurybard, from the back of the classroom...

When my dad used to go to Singapore on business, they had signs on the subway forbidding people from bringing durian on the train.

What's everyone else got planned?
Work tomorrow and Saturday nights (probably going to spend the mornings/afternoons writing/watching Farscape), and then my friend's 30th birthday party on Sunday...we can now officially tease him about being an old man (his wife is 22, so we can get away with it).
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: Venushalfshellvenus on August 31st, 2007 03:06 am (UTC)
they had signs on the subway forbidding people from bringing durian on the train.
I read a wikipedia entry on it this afternoon-- because MS Word actually knew how to spell it! I was annoyed by the person's spelling of odour again and again, but the article noted the many places durian is prohibited, and also that different varieties of it smell different. Although typically bad to Westerners at large. The kind I smelled was definitely in the "rotten meat" category. I did not sample it (other team members were braver) because I was gagging on just the smell!

Aside from work, I like the sound of your weekend a lot! Sounds better than mine. :D
Cody: Happymercurybard on August 31st, 2007 05:57 am (UTC)
Aside from work, I like the sound of your weekend a lot! Sounds better than mine. :D
I walked out of class and found I had a voice mail from my friend asking me to be in her photoshoot on Monday. Which means I get to put face paint on people and badger a whole bunch of ordinary people and high school freaks into playing drag queens and hookers and transvestites for the camera and then get pictures taken of me, probably making horrible distorted faces!