I will be so happy when Friday evening gets here! I have a hot date with my main gal pal. And by that, I mean my hairdresser. We have had to reschedule several times, and the appointment I have on Friday was originally slated for July 26th. A month plus, people. My hair is no longer growing down, it is growing out. Bigger and Bigger and Bigger. And while I do like big hair, I think I have reached the point where I am walking around with constant Victory Hair. You know, the kind of hair you have after a really hot date with your personal Fabio. And hopefully Fabio is your husband’s name, if you know what I mean.

Most ladies get that under control before they go out in public, but there is no serum, wax, or gel on the planet under my sink that can deal with this, and it must go. Friday. At 5pm. Gone. Of course, the process of getting more victory hair will start as soon as I get out of the chair, because there is only one step in my victory hair process, and it will continue even after I die, because! Your hair grows after death! Should I sign up for a posthumous in haircut, do you think? No?

For those of you who take a more traditional path to victory hair, and who remember the dating game, and who need a giggle this morning, I have enclosed a little widget for the “Ultimate Flirting Championship”. It is kinda fun to play in that if you like and occasional blast from the past. I won, FTR.

The Ultimate Flirting Championship is put out by Extreme Style by VO5, and it has served it’s purpose with me. I’ll be looking for the line of products the next time I but styling aids. When my hair is actually almost controllable. Friday. Around 6pm. Possibly 7, given the current state of my head. I want to try the curling mousse for sure!

Oh, how I wish I had a picture to accompany this post! Alas, I do not normally drive around holding my camera in my hand. Occasionally, yes, but only if I know I will see something worth photographing. Late last week as I was driving the kids to practice, I got caught totally off guard by a sight that made me ask for a fork so I could poke out my own eyes. Fortunately, my children reminded me that the image was already singed into my brain, and poking out my eyes would do nothing to change that, so I can still see.

I saw a man. A full grown man. And his pants. His pants were so low that his belt was wrapped tightly around his upper thighs. He was wearing one of those wife beater tanks, and it was taut over his buttockal region. It was not pretty, people. It was just….scary, in a point-your-fingers-and-cross-your-eyes-and-clutch-your-gut-laughing kind of way. Seriously. The man was literally HOBBLED by his thigh squeezing belt.

Wouldn’t it just be easier to buy clothes that fit?

Yep, that’s exactly what I did. I just didn’t post. I did stay busy, though. I finished washing all the walls in my bedroom, and today, I went through and re-organized my closet and dresser. It feels so good to be able to reach everything, and it will make getting dressed so much easier! Here’s what the closet looks like now, or at least the part I can get a picture of:

Also, I am admitting publicly that this is not even half my shoes. Just to be clear. In fact, I have a funny shoe story to relate. Sunday before last, we had a youth outing for out church youth group. I wore my red heels (you saw them: one red, one black). The other leader of the youth said something about wanting some new car. He called it by name, of course, but umm, I don’t remember which one he said, only that it was a spendy kind. I just looked at him and told him I wanted new shoes. Well, he looked at my feet and said he had wondered why I wore those shoes, and I had to explain to him that I meant new shoes IN ADDITION to the ones I was wearing, not as a REPLACEMENT for them. ROFL!

I do love me some shoes! And so does at least one of my daughters. Who has my same shoe size. I may have to invest in self inking stamps here directly to keep her off my mess. Really, how often can a woman be forced to say “Remove thine foot from mine shoon” without getting a little bit hostile? Yeah, way less than I have had to say it over my red and pink ho-heels, that’s for sure!

But I guess I have digressed pretty far from the closet thing, haven’t I? Do you think I should head over to Vista Print and order some custom business cards? They could have that picture up there, and CLOSET ORGANIZER in capital letters.

Oh no way! I just popped over for giggles, and they now offer websites and magnets and other based on cards you have ordered in the past. Wicked cool! That is slick!

Do you remember those segments Jay Leno used to do, “Found on eBay”? Like the grilled cheese sandwich with “Jesus” on it?? There were a couple of other ones, too, that just cracked me up. Of course, I like Jay, and he cracks me up almost every night. I’d truly love to know how he votes in the election, because it’s hard to tell from his jokes–he seems to roast both sides pretty evenly, at least from my conservative perspective. But I digress. I should have a category Cass Digresses. Anyway, the subject was weird stuff on eBay. I think. Yes, looking at the title, we are clearly talking about the buying and selling of weird items. Like that cup on the left. When I checked eBay this morning, it was going for $6.01. Of course, the seller said it would be filled, but they didn’t say with what. Yeah, you can buy anything there. I saw listings that would curl your hair! Do not go unaccompanied into the “weird stuff” section of eBay. Trust me on this! That’s where Colleen listed her (in)famous “snail trail” pants.

Of course, eBay shut her auction down, which was kinda odd considering all the other stuff they sell. Maybe if she had used a listing service like iSold It, she’d be rolling in dough today. I remember the price was pretty phenomenal (at least to me) when they capped it. What is iSold It? Well, they are ebay listers. You drop your salable items off with them, and they handle all the details for you. They photograph it, list it, collect for it and ship it. Then they send you (or your favorite charity) a check. Pretty slick huh?

Let me see if I have any empty cups around here

Have I mentioned that I love a shoe? I do! Also, lipstick and eyeshadow, and the feel of silk, but I’m digressing. Of course, you may remember the photo pf me wearing 2 different peep toe wedges. Or the one of me with 4 different shoes. Or the one with three pairs of clogs. And then the one of the clothes I bought the day of Papa’s funeral, with the shoes (unmentioned, but clearly loved because they were) on top (of the clothes). And then there is the pair of brown spike heel snake-skin look pumps I bought weekend before last. I love a shoe.

So! It was with great trepidation and much lust that I visited InfinityShoes.com today. Oh, have I mentioned that I have been rather firmly requested to avoid shopping for clothes (including shoes) of any kind until after the Indy 500 as a result of the shopping spree that included those luscious brown pumps? And have I also mentioned that my daughters love shoes, too? And that all our birthdays are just around the corner? That’s right; June, July and August, just in time for me to get placed by on clothes restriction until the Race for the Chase is over.

It would most likely be worth it, though, because will you just look at this shoe? And that’s just the tip of the iceberg. It is truly delectably dangerous ground for a girl like me! They have tsubo shoes, seychelles shoes, minnetonka boots and several other brands, and plenty of ways to spoil your birthday gal. And also yourself.

P.S. I wear a size 8. And my birthday is toward the end of July. I’ll wait by the mailbox. Don’t disappoint me.

To get to the other side! D’uh!

Please forgive me, but I just had to lighten the mood a little bit over here. I can do somber for a bit, but then I have to laugh. And I know just where I got that trait from

I’ve been doing some magazine reading lately. This week, it has been allure. There are several good articles in there. I particularly enjoyed the perfume piece, and have a couple I want to go sniff when I get a chance. The issue also has an entire section on anti-aging, which I haven’t finished yet. So, far I have learned that one should use a moisturizer with retinol at night, and anti-oxidants during the day. And that InStyle isn’t the only mag to come out and recommend Aveeno. Guess I’ll be checking them out.

Ok, that’s it. Short and not serious. All fluff today!

if you gave up trying to read or comment on this blog because of presentation issues in IE, please come back. It’s finally fixed! To celebrate, I have a little something special for you. *snicker*

If you are around my age and you liked big hair and dorky dancing, it’s definitely for you!

Haha on me! I neglected to glance at my calendar this week. How crazy is that? In my defense, I took horribly sick on Sunday, and it has been a battle since then to get motivated to do anything but sit and stitch. So, I am behind just a bit already. I did use the list I generated yesterday to write some more stuff in there, though, and the more I look at the calendar the more I like the way it is laid out. I’m thinking it will be very useful in helping me to become more organized. Oh, I guess I should tell you what it is, hmm? Here, it’s this one. Hehe, too bad I no longer have any paper pictures to put in the front of it. There’s just something whacked about a mother of 8 carrying around a picture of someone else’s baby on her planner, yk? Whacked I say. Like a doctor carrying around toy medical supplies, I say.