Sunday, October 28, 2007
Friday, October 05, 2007
Waxworks
From Pink Is the New Blog, and hi-larious:
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Labels: dita, mannequins, posh
Tuesday, October 02, 2007
The New Math
I think I just found my first gray hair. Either that, or I'm going spontaneously blonde.
I was futzing in my office bathroom, and had pulled my hair back before going into a meeting. Then, there it was, glinting like an evil beacon. Wiry and weird and as silver as friggin' Dumbledore's beard.
Steve never tires of reminding me that soon I'll be closer to 40 than I am to 20. Aging doesn't really freak me out that much; I don't think my 30th will be marked with inconsolable sobbing. But I am more aware of the fact that my spring chicken days are rapidly departing -
My new math:
More than three glasses of red wine + 1 liquor-based beverage = hangover x three hours of puking - dignity
High stress levels + less than 5 hours of sleep = inappropriate comments in random situations
Unfamiliar athletic activity + more than 1 hour = inability to ascend or descend stairs without limping
I'd ask you to solve for x, but I see I've forgotten to include it in any of the above equations. Algebra was the one kind of math I used to be good at, but that was 11 years ago at this point, and there ain't no hope for me now.
I need to schedule an appointment with my hairdresser now. This is what you get when you decide to grow out your old color. A wiry memento mori.
I was futzing in my office bathroom, and had pulled my hair back before going into a meeting. Then, there it was, glinting like an evil beacon. Wiry and weird and as silver as friggin' Dumbledore's beard.
Steve never tires of reminding me that soon I'll be closer to 40 than I am to 20. Aging doesn't really freak me out that much; I don't think my 30th will be marked with inconsolable sobbing. But I am more aware of the fact that my spring chicken days are rapidly departing -
My new math:
More than three glasses of red wine + 1 liquor-based beverage = hangover x three hours of puking - dignity
High stress levels + less than 5 hours of sleep = inappropriate comments in random situations
Unfamiliar athletic activity + more than 1 hour = inability to ascend or descend stairs without limping
I'd ask you to solve for x, but I see I've forgotten to include it in any of the above equations. Algebra was the one kind of math I used to be good at, but that was 11 years ago at this point, and there ain't no hope for me now.
I need to schedule an appointment with my hairdresser now. This is what you get when you decide to grow out your old color. A wiry memento mori.
Labels: aging, grey hair, math