One of the conversations we had over the weekend kept popping into my head today. The whole thing started when Elena bought a copy of In Style magazine during our stop at Target. It's a pretty nifty little rag, lots of makeup, hair, clothing and style tips. Your typical women's magazine. We were perusing through it in the car when we both started talking about our daily "rituals". You know, the morning and evening face washings (mine is curtesy of Mary Kay), the moisturizing of the skin, the occaisional self pedicures or manicures, the foot scrubs ( I found a very soothing lavender smelling sugar scrub at Bath&Body Works by the way) and even the occasional trip to the salon for a touch up of the old eyebrows. The basic stuff. The conversation got me thinking...when in the heck did I become so high maintenance?! I never used to worry about that kind of stuff. Heck, I was lucky if I remembered to wash off my make up after a night out in college. Now, I am in such a routine it's not even funny. I NEED to wash my face in the morning and at night. I NEED to pamper my tootsies at least once a week. I NEED to get to the salon every 6 weeks for my haircut. Sigh. I'm such a girly girl.

O.k., a girly girl that still plays ice hockey and can't live without her weekly Sports Illustrated.

Still trying to catch up from vacation at job #1. I was thisclose today to getting myself back on track when boss #3 came back from a sales trip, presented me with about 65 orders and then wanted to have a meeting 45 minutes before I was supposed to leave. Bugger. So instead of leaving at 4 p.m. like I was supposed to I didn't get out the door until 4:45. You can bet your bippy I'll be marking that down on my time sheet for next week.

Oddly enough my parent's anniversary passed with little comotion. I'm not sure if that's a good or bad thing. The only conversation I had was with my mother Tuesday night before I went to hockey. I stopped by the house to drop off the apple turnovers my sister had requested and stayed for some dinner. My mom seemed to be in a good mood so I didn't press my luck and ask her how her day was Monday. No sense in stirring up the beehive.

Signed myself up for NaNoWriMo. The idea is to write a 175 page novel throughout the month of November and have it submitted by midnight on Nov. 30. Seeing as how I have delusions of being a writer at some point I thought I'd give it a try. There are already some ideas brewing in the old noggin. Whether I can make myself stick to it and finish is a completely different story. Here's the link where I'll be posting my novel.

Assuming the best something new should appear everyday...we'll just see about that though.

I guess this says it all...


A GIRLY-GIRL. You dont have a lot of self-esteem
and people are always bringing you down for
being sad. What do they know, anyway? You feel
like youre too mature for your age and are
frustrated by the trend-followers who refuse to
accept you because youre not like them.
Your virtues: Intelligence, understanding nature,
modesty.
Your flaws: Lack of social life, inferiority
complex, timidity.


What kind of girl are you?
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