Sunday, August 31

Horror at the Hairdressers

I’ve wanted to cut my hair for the last several weeks. After seeing Amanda’s cute haircut, I finally made an appointment. At the same time I wanted some highlights.

So, yesterday, with much anticipation, I went to a hair salon (which shall remain nameless) that I had been to before, and had liked the results. However, the girl who did my hair last time no longer worked there. Anyway, I digress. As the hairdresser was doing my hair, I was concerned with the color – and I mentioned it to her a few times – she brushed me off.

Later, the girl rinsing my hair said, “oh, did you mean to go so brown?” YIKES!!

Even after all that, I decided to “give it time” before giving in to sheer panic.

Time was up when Amanda came over and was shocked at how dark my hair was. So I called the same salon to make an appointment to get it fixed, free of charge, of course. They couldn’t see me until Tuesday. Oh, well, I’d just have to hide my head in shame until then – maybe buy a hat. Then, luckily, the salon called back and asked me to come in right then.

The hairdresser spent the whole time trying to convince me that there was nothing wrong with my hair:
“I did your hair exactly like it was done last time.”
If that were the case, I wouldn’t be sitting there getting my hair fixed.
“I’m used to dealing with clients who think they are blond.”
Let me interject here – yes, I get highlights, but I don’t THINK I’m blond, I AM blond.
“I think we mentioned the word ‘brown’ and you just freaked out.”
Nobody has ever mentioned the word “brown” in reference to my hair, so of course I freaked out.

Now, I’m not an expert at customer service, but I would think that even if she were right on all counts (please note that she was wrong on all counts), customer service means making the customer happy, right?

Needless to say, I’m now in search of a new hairdresser, someone to fix the disaster that is currently my hair – maybe I should go to Fantastic Sam’s like Amanda?

Sunday, August 24

Louis Armstrong had it right

Crater Lake was absolutely stunning. Due to poor planning on my part (or total lack of planning), I didn't spend as much as I would have liked - I barely made it to a gas station afterward as it is.
The view was totally worth the almost 6-hour round-trip drive from Eugene. Lindsey, you and Blake should definitely make the trip!

I see trees of green, red roses too
I see 'em bloom, for me and for you
And I think to myself, what a wonderful world.

I see skies of blue, clouds of white
Bright blessed days, dark sacred nights
And I think to myself, what a wonderful world.

The colors of a rainbow so pretty in the sky
Are also on the faces of people going by

I see friends shaking hands sayin' how do you do
They're really sayin' I love you.

Friday, August 22

Ummmm... What?

I'm working in Eugene, OR this week and next, and I opted to stay the weekend. Tomorrow (Saturday) I'm going to drive to Crater Lake (hopefully I'll take some great pics for posting), and I was planning on driving to the coast on Sunday. However, somebody at the newspaper mentioned that the Oregon State Fair started today, and that going to the fair might be a fun Sunday activity. So I went online to get some information. Have I mentioned that I LOVE the internet?
I digress.
So, as I said, I went online to get some information. In spite of the gigantic corn dog that appeared when I first got to the state fair website, I checked the Daily Calendar for Sunday to see what was going on.

It might be worth going just to see who enters. However, I think I'll be heading for the coast. I can balance my own potato on my head - and I'll win.

Friday, August 15

Better Ingredients, Better Pizza, Better Delivery?

Amanda came over tonight to hang out and plan our upcoming Awesome European Adventure. I was going to make shredded beef sandwiches for dinner, but, not being experienced as to the ways of meat (or at least to the ways of "how long meat lasts in the refrigerator"), I had to throw out a 3 lb. roast this morning.

As a result, we were forced to order pizza and drinks from Papa John's. After waiting a ridiculous 50+ minutes for our delivery, the delivery boy arrived without our drinks.

"We're out of Coke and Diet Coke. I can go back to the store and get you something else."
"Well, I paid for drinks, right? We'll take 2 Sprites."
And he started to leave - with my pizza still in his hands.
"Um, didn't you want to leave the pizza?"

OK, first of all, if they knew they were out of the drinks I ordered and PAID for, why not call me to ask what drinks I would like as a replacement instead of coming to my house, going back to the store, then coming back to my house?

Then, Amanda, in her excitement at finally having a drink, rapidly opened her Sprite only to have it spray all over her lap. It looked like she had an accident. Maybe she did?

Tuesday, August 5

Breaking Dawn

Friday night, August 1st, Amanda, Karen and I joined the throngs of teenagers waiting for the midnight release of Breaking Dawn. Amanda and I had pre-ordered our books from the Barnes and Noble in Orem, and she had gone to B&N earlier that day (I was still in Pittsburgh and Karen was still in Missouri) to get a wristband to mark our place in line. By the time she got to B&N – which was noon, still plenty early, we were assigned to group J. When we arrived at 11:30 p.m., it was already pandemonium. Well, pandemonium might be an exaggeration, but holy crap. It was worse than the release party for Eclipse (the 3rd book in the Stephenie Meyer series). There were kids in prom dresses (from the book), in homemade T-shirts that said things like “Team Edward,” “I ‘heart’ Edward,” “Wolves are hot,” etc. in puffy paint. After a few minutes (and a few pictures, thanks to Amanda) we determined that it might be faster if we drove down the hill to WalMart. I’m so proud of Karen, who overcame her “I-never-go-to-WalMart” attitude in order to save precious time.

Even at WalMart, we were behind about 200 people in line, but we had our books and were out of the store by 12:25 a.m. Amanda drove us by B&N just to see what was going on, and the line was still incredible. Newspapers reported that the B&N in Orem had more reservations than any other B&N nationwide.

Karen was worried about being so much older than any other person waiting in line, so I kept looking for “old people” so she wouldn’t feel so bad. There were quite a few.

I was quite disgusted when I went back to B&N Saturday morning to get a different book and I saw all the trash surrounding the store. Ugh, people are gross. I mean, seriously, have people never heard of picking up your trash? Yuck!

So, taking a little longer than Amanda, I finished the book Sunday morning. Although I really enjoyed most of it, I do have two problems with it:
1. The ending left WAY too much unresolved. From a book that was written to be “The End,” I still have a lot of unanswered questions. Although after a discussion with Laurenda, I do feel a little better about the ending.
AND probably the biggest problem
2. Way too much sexual content for the target audience. If I had a 13-year-old daughter, I wouldn’t want her reading this book. I read that Stephenie Meyer wanted to put a warning label on this book, but the publisher (or somebody) didn’t feel the need. Um, totally needed one. Although there was nothing explicit, there was plenty implied. Way too much heat and passion for kids with already raging hormones to read.

Also, the tone of this 4th book seemed soooo much different than the other three; it was almost like it was by a different author.

For the past several years (since 1999, probably), I’ve always had “the-next-book” to look forward to - Harry Potter, Twilight. Now that they’re both through, I’m not sure what I’m going to do. Any good series you can suggest? And no, Amanda, I’m not going to read Black Belt Patriotism : How to Reawaken America.