Mood: vegas lucky
Topic: Rambling much
Man, don't you love it when you look damn good? Days like that are pretty few and far between for me these days - winter blues, typical cold weather weight gain, etc. So today when my hair did everything I wanted it to, I was very much happy. It's still good even tonight. I must admit I have good hair most of the time. Granted, it's very particular about how much humidity it likes to be subjected to, bein' naturally curly and all, but when the barometric pressure is right and the humidity is below 70% I have great hair. When Sis and I were filling out our applications for The Biggest Loser, one of the questions was "What is your best quality?" and I asked her for her opinion about my best quality. She looked up and oh so seriously said, "You have good bangs." YESSSSSS. Even the 16 year old babysitter agreed that I have good bangs. It's a gift, what can I say. (Note: I did not put "I have good bangs" on my application.)
I'm a little bummed tonight. So is Sis. We went to nbc.com this afternoon and checked on things for The Biggest Loser. I guess people are already getting calls for 2nd round interviews in LA. Dammit. Why didn't they call US?? We have personality and they specifically asked for personality! We are fat and they obviously want fat people! We sent in a kick-ass audition tape and who wouldn't want to view a kick-ass audition tape in the midst of all the really bad ones? We haven't given up all hope yet, but the hope we have left is diminishing and a little dimmer than it was. Dadgummit. I have good bangs, NBC!!
Tomorrow is yet another trip to Tulsa. Not for the dentist this time. This time it's to Ab's cardiologist who will hopefully deem Ab still completely healed and will let us quit having to give her 1500mg of Amoxil every time she walks through the doors of the dentist's office. Agh. I know that's wreaking havoc on her immune system. If she walks away from this without a complete resistance to Amoxil it will be a miracle. Of course, this kid is all about miracles where her heart is concerned. I have posted about her heart before, but I'm kind of in a hurry and can't seem to find the post to linkback to. Sorry. Anyhoo, hopefully tomorrow will be our last trip ever to the heart doctor.
A mere 20 minutes from now I'll be walking out the door and heading to the Big Fancy Casino for another Ladies' Night. I am not wearing my dadgum Eskimo Joe's Christmas sweatshirt this week. It got to be kind of a funny joke that every stinkin' week I walked into that casino wearing that sweatshirt. I can't help it if I have the wardrobe of a stay at home mom. I can't help it if it's been cold lately and it's my favorite warm, cozy sweatshirt. I was bound and determined NOT to wear it last week, told myself when I put it on that morning that I'd change before time to leave. I got about 10 minutes from home, looked down and crap it all if I didn't still have the stupid thing on. One of the girls we run with on Ladies' Night asked if it was my lucky sweatshirt. I gave her a hateful look and said, "Obviously not." Tonight the Christmas sweatshirt is not on my body. I've already checked.