Weekend in Review

So we have had a "cold snap" in Atlanta over the past few weeks. I'm from Michigan, I can take the cold...but on Saturday I muttered the words I never thought I would say, "Oh Lord...I think my blood has thinned." I have a typical Saturday routine: sleep in for an extra 1-2 hours, make a pot of uber strong coffee, sit in front of the computer for a few hours perusing random blogs/websites, download some new tunes, clean the condo, do laundry, read, spend some quality time with Zoe the cat...rinse, repeat.

As soon as I awoke from my slumber, something was not right...my left arm was soo cold, it literally felt so cold that I thought I may have lost all feeling. PANIC. I sat up, abruptly shoving Zoe the cat off of me and it hit me. Freezing cold air. The "I'm back in Michigan in the middle of February and there is a blanket of snow encasing your house and no matter how high you turn the heat you are still freezing," cold.

I regain feeling in my arm, put on my cold weather lounging gear, make my uber strong pot o' coffee, retire to computer room and this is the headline of the local news....

Luckily...didn't happen, however my jaw hit the ground when I saw that. Possible snowflakes in October? Whaat?!?!


Sunday: my BCF (Best Colleague Forever), "Jenny from the Block," and I decided we were sick and tired of paying the big bucks to get our hair highlighted. After some major research, I had a check list of everything needed and we made our way to Sally Beauty. $40 later we walked out with all the accouterments to do a professional job.

My philosophy is this...I have spend 7 plus years of my life sitting for hours every six weeks in a chair, watching someone highlight my hair, and spending somewhere between $85-150 to do so. It's not a hard technique to grasp, I will admit it was a little intimidating to begin, but once you get through the first few foils and realize that you just spent $4.99 on hair color, it's all good!

Soo...first try turned out relatively good. When I was washing the color out of my hair, I had a mini-panic attack and started bargaining with God. My inner dialog went something like this..."Dear God, please let this work, don't let my hair fall out, I promise I will do a good deed everyday." The color is a bit more gold than what I would have liked, Jenny feels the same way (didn't get an after shot of her hair, she was running late and literally almost left the casa with foils in her hair), but the end result is a positive one and I'm happy to announce, I don't believe I will be paying an outrageous amount to have someone highlight my hair in the near future!

Journaling

After having a few life changing experiences, i.e. getting married, moving into a new condo, having a quasi quarter life crisis, getting so ill I had to be tested for H1N1...I re-evaluated my life. I haven't been super happy, what was missing? Where was the spark that made each day an adventure?

While laying in bed with above mentioned illness, feeling pretty sorry for myself, I thought of my librarian mother and her journal club. Her voice echoed through my congested head, "Did you know that the ancient art of journaling is known for stress management?" I propped my antibiotic filled body up and reached for the always handy notepad and pen in my bedside drawer (just in case you need to jot down a note, or in my case have interesting dreams that you want to recall and look up in your dream dictionary, however sleep is more important than documenting a dream at 2:45 am--I digress), and starting writing everything that's on my mind...love, music, shopping, career issues, cats, art, clothes...

Since I have started the old school pen and paper version of this centuries old art, I feel as if I have finally "found" myself, again. And now, this is the digital version.