Deep In The Forrest

Wow, the holiday buzz. It's making me crazy. We've had so much going on around work, and the holiday party last week, then I got stuck with the pleasure of coordinating the other "departmental" snack party and "Dirty Santa" game... Then a multitude of other "assignments" that don't really fall under the realm of my job description... How is it again that I get chosen for all these things?? Someone needs to tell me... maybe it's that problem I have of saying "No". So today is drawing to a close, and I'm supposed to meet a friend tonight in Midtown, a high school friend who I haven't seen in some time. We're going to play "Catch Up", and she's going to show me a little bit about "Reiki"... she's a Reiki master... I've been interested in this for a while and recently found out that she was into it... So after that, I'm taking the day off tomorrow to be with my best buddy, "Best Mat...

I've been lucky... no matter what, I have always been able to get my hair to do pretty much what I wanted it to [you know, I could style it easily]. This is something not everyone can boast. Just about the only thing I have never been able to do was to "roll" my hair in that classic way that women sometimes do, perfectly placing curlers in with ease, and sometimes without help of even a mirror (this is something my Mother is an expert at). No, I was not graced with that talent. Usually, people complain that they can't "do" their own hair, or make it look good. "How do you do yours so well, Jackie?" they chime in. Well, I was blessed with decently-thick, good textured hair. While it isn't totally straight, it has enough natural curl to it that it can be fashioned to do most styles with ease. Lately, however, things seem to be on the decline. I have noticed that my hair is becoming harder and harder to manage... When I try to style my bangs, the...

Saturday is probably the one day that I wish would last all week long. I love sleeping in, and don't even mind not getting anything accomplished because it feels so great not to have to wake up at any certain time [that not-accomplished guilt strikes me down on Sunday nights of course]. Anyone ever been here? I've seen and heard of some good 'while they were passed out' pranks, but whoever did this one was pretty crafty as well as sadistic... haha. This guy is probably a Baptist Preacher now, who vowed never to drink again. I guess the only story that comes to mind at the moment is one of drunken cruelty, and of course, self-absorbed bitchdom. A former "friend" of mine, we'll just call her "Terry" to keep her bitchdom an internet secret. She was one of those friends who made you appreciate your enemies... Yeah, who cares... ok her real name is Sherry who in fact, had pretty bad hair herself (She was once mistaken for a member of the 80s rock grou...