I spend SIX hours at the salon today. Six HOURS. That's how long it took them to start me on the road from darkness to light. I was paranoid the whole time that once the rinse finally happened, I'd be orange. I kept telling myself that if that happened, at least it would be Giants fan friendly. Either way, we're halfway there, and I'll be going back in 3 weeks for another head of foils that will hopefully bring us to the blonde I've been envisioning.
We got the "agility kit" for Amelia today, and sadly, it was kind of lame. I thought it would be sturdier that it is. The tube for her to run through is, well, a tube...so nothing majorly wrong with that, but the high jump is flimsy. The poles are thin and flail around. Oh well, we can still make it work I think. We also got about 30 grapefruits from Terence's grandmother. 30 is a lot of anything, but when you are looking at grapefruits, it's really overwhelming. I don't know what to do with them.
Apparently, the drama is continuing at work following my departure. It's quite amusing to hear about it, knowing that I will never be going back there. It's the most incredible feeling.
Little Man ate my shoestring yesterday. I am usually very vigilant about keeping the apartment Littles-proof, so I don't know exactly what caused my lapse. But I haven't been able to relax since then. I am checking the litter boxes, scanning the carpet for shoestring-puke...nothing yet. We are just hoping it doesn't get stuck anywhere in his indiscriminating digestive system! He truly is a miracle cat.
I went to IKEA yesterday, with Mariel. I was really looking forward to the meatballs at the cafeteria, but I'll be honest, I was let down. They tasted...mass produced. I know that sounds stupid- it's not like I'm under the impression that a little Swedish gnome is in the back, hand rolling meatballs at every IKEA...but still. I feel like there has been a steady decline in quality over the past few years. Maybe it's the service...I don't know. Something is off. I can say with a fair amount of certainty that my diet has been working though. Before the diet, I'd polish off that entire plate of meatballs, at all costs. Potatoes too. And yesterday, I just couldn't do it. I'm not eating like every meal is my last anymore. I gotta say, I never would have predicted that. Yay! I've managed to take the "panic" out of food consumption! There is hope for me! I shouldn't have bought that nifty little wicker kitty cottage though...the cats have ZERO interest in it. Boo.
OK, back to watching TV. Terence was doing 30 minutes of step aerobics on the Wii while we were watching Flashforward. Yes, the clicking sound that marks the steps is annoying, BUT, I really admire his dedication. I know I couldn't have lost ANY weight without his cheerleading, so I really am grateful that he is around to keep me at least somewhat well behaved.