Rain, rain, go away! My hair is gunna frizz!

I am not afraid to say it. I am one of those girls that will cry a little mascara tear when she needs to sprint out to the car when it's raining. My hair is my baby, my child, my best feauture. Though I had good and bad days with my hair, I always show it love and don't want anything bad to happen to it. So, when it's raining, I am not into having my perfectly straight hair become all kinds of wavy, or having my spring curls turn into mass balls of frizz. Mama don't spend a half hour on her hair for that crap to happen. No sir.

 

Since it has been hurricaning over here on the eastcoast, and the aftermath of rain and awful wind is still very much present, I need a way to protect my hair from being all kinds of crazy. So, I decided that the perfect hairstyle for rain is a bun!

 

 

1. Lauren Conrad || Lauren's bun is the classic "ballerina bun" has become one of my favorite go-to hairstyles because it's totally easy to execute and it's supah cute! This girl doesn't have a lot of time to get ready before classes so wrapping my hair up and adding a few bobby pins and running out the door is my kind of hair do.

 

2. Miley Cyrus || We all know about the "Miley Bun" which is pretty much Miley just making a messy bun look totally fabulous. I wish that when I flopped a bun on my head I looked as chic as Milerz.

 

3. Demi Lovato || Demi's bun is a lot like Lauren mixed with Miley. It's a twisted ballerina bun with a little mess in it and I totally think that the color in her hair makes for a super cool bun. (tip: chalk pastels make for a quick little color streak!)

 

These are some of my go-to buns, because I am so not into braiding this, twisting that, shoving twelve bobby pins over here and pinning this little hair back in Guam. Mama don't play that game.

 

What are your rainy day hair-dos?

 

 



Forget going to the gym; I want chocolate.

 

It happens to the best of us. It happens to all of us.

We all have those days where we don't give two craps what we look like and we just want to lay in bed, eat chocolate and spend time with our two favorite men; Ben & Jerry. Well my friends, it's that kind of day for me. I have spent the entire morning lounging in my bed, eating Chips Ahoy and watching America's Next Top Model, wishing I looked like them, then crying about how I am not skinny and no one loves me. You know, the usual things that come through a girls mind.

 

I was texting with my bestie Michele and we were both talking about how we are depressed and hate our lives. This is what you get when you mix post-hurricane fever with PMS, ladies & gentz.

 

We are such pathetic humans, I know. Continue to judge us.

We are two lonely besties who want to be happy.

 

All I want is a tall man to show up at my door with five Hershey's Cookies & Cream chocolate bars, a few Redboxed movies and a Dunkin Donuts pumpkin latte and say "hey baby, let's cuddle."

IS THAT TOO MUCH TO ASK?!

 



Link-up: Weekend Update.

Since my brain has decided to be a little pain in the butt this weekend and not let me think of things that I can blog about, I decided that for today I would do a link-up; because those are always fun anyway!

 

 

Friday started my weekend off on a good foot you could say. I have gotten into the habit of spending atleast a half hour alone on a Friday morning. I leave for class an hour early, which gives me enough time to grab a coffee and a pumpkin muffin from DD (I am addicted!) and then park in the emptiest parking lot on campus and just sit in my car and listen to a CD or morning radio and just spend that time alone. I am usually not an alone person for the most part, I love being around people, but my Friday morning "me-time" helps me get ready for the crazy work weekends I always have, where I am always surrounded by people. It's a nice little step back. I went to my only class which is my theater class and it was a ton of fun! We were broken up into groups and had to make up choreography for thirty seconds of "Want U Back" by Cher Lloyd. Funniest thing ever! My classmate Aaren and I are the only two that had previous dance experience so we got on those moves like pros! Yeah buddy, I can jazz square with the best of 'em, HOLLA! After class I headed to work until close, which is six oh clock. It wasn't an awful day, but it was a day at work. I came home and ate a big bowl of fresh pasta and alfredo sauce - work is good for some amazing dinners ;) I am pretty sure I fell asleep at like, 9:30. Ya know, cause I am a grandma.

 

 

Saturday is just always the day were nothing happens, yet so much happens. I am at work open to close, which pretty much shoots out any chances of doing anything. My co-worker and bestie, Michele, had the day off and I wanted to hunt her down and stangle her because she wasn't working. I literally don't really talk to anyone else besides her, so I guess I had to expand my horizions. That's garbage, if you ask me. The morning went alright, one of my co-workers who is valet came in during the morning to buy a few things and I talked with him and he told me I was his favorite cashier. D'aw, gotta love that boy! I had a very classy and elegant lunch break with my co-worker/big brother/little brother/bestie Freddie, in the back dumpsters behind the store. We sat on milkcrates and ate potato chips. It was all very clean and sanitary :X I got the best surprise ever when I looked at the door at around four oh clock and saw my best friend, Lindsey, walk in! She has been away at school and I haven't seen her in just about three months. She came in to see me and surprise me. She knows I am a workaholic and she said if the only way she could see me was to visit me at work, then she would. Number One Bestie Award! Around five oh clock my sweet friend who has been buying me coffees came in and I again, bought him his teas, and he went to the barista and gave them money to make me a coffee. Ah, he is just the sweetest! That coffee was just the kick I needed to keep me going until the end of the day. I spent my night after work eating hot dogs and french fries and sleeping. I think that's a good night!

 

Sunday was an early morning to head out to church with my parents. Service got out a little early so we headed out for breakfast. Afterward I went on a little drive with my dad to pick up a few things from the store (aka: going to work and getting grocceries) Then I worked a little homework and we headed out to dinner to celebrate my mom's birthday, which was yesterday.

I would just like to point out that this food was extremely BOMBDIGGITY. Nothing better than pasta and a little Italian coffee to make a night special.

 

On the car ride home, I got the best text message I could have ever recieved!

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Confessions of a Cashier Girl: "It's a hurricane!" Edition

We all have work stories. We all have to deal with the general public. We all have to do things we don't want to do. We all have to work a millions times harder than all of our bosses combined. (ooppps, did I just say that?!) We all have one of those days. Well, folks, today was one of them.

 

Now, lemme break it down for you with a little 411 and some background on where I be ringing these crazy registers. I work at an Italian groccery story. Everything is very Italian. Period. The end. Case closed. Lemme show you a little bit of what my work looks like.

 

 

 

You name it, we have it. If you can say it with an accent, we have it. If it's made and imported from Italy, we have it. Fresh cold-cuts, meats, cheeses, olives, prepared foods along with homemade pasta, ravioli and sauces (or if you prefer, gravy) WELCOME TO ITALY.

 

Now, back to my crazy customers. I was talking with the owner's son about the weird wackadoodles that come into our place and we actually decided that our customers are worse than the people of Wal-Mart; and we say that in the most loving way. It keeps things interesting and fun, but sometimes I just wanna reach across my scanner and grab my customers by their throats.

 

Not only are our customers weird on a daily basis, but when there is bad weather coming, they get all kinds of frazzled and bent out of shape. The Eastcoast is expecting some hurricane or some silly business like that. Me? I am not worried about a thing. I got cookies, I am all set. But, these looney bins come in and they CAN NOT survive a one day gust of wind without their large loaf of Italian bread. This isn't Y2K. We are all going to live and the store will be open on Wednesday and you can come and buy all of your weekly grocceries then. Gosh, I am getting heated just talking about it.

 

Allow me to share you my gems of the day, and what exactly I wished I could say to them.

 

Customer: Do you have any spaghetti?

Me: Yes, we have linguini, bucatini, angel hair...?

Customer: I want spaghetti.

Me: Which kind?

Customer: Spaghetti.

Dear Spaghetti Woman; GO TO THE STINKING PASTA CASE AND READ THE STINKING LABEL ON THE STINKING PASTA THAT YOU STINKING WANT AND STINKING TELL ME SO I DON'T WANT TO STINKING PLAY GUESS AND CHECK WITH YOU.

 



 

Customer: Oh, it's not even busy in here!

Dear Late-Comer: That's because you just walked in at 5:45 PM when we close at 6 PM. Thanks for making me work later than I have to because you filled up three baskets when we are closing and I am the only register open. Thank you much.

 

 

Customer: Oh, you look so pretty with your hair down! Does the place make you wear it up?

Dear Mr. Loser: Thank you for letting me know that when I wear a baseball cap and my hair in a bun I am ugly, but when I wear my hair down on my lunch break I look pretty. And yes, my company requires my hair to be tied up, because I over open food, dumb butt.

 

Co-Worker: I'll be right back!

Dear Slacker; It's totally okay that you said that you will be right back even though I know you are going to disappear for a long period of time and just return to tell me that there was a long line at the bathroom. I know your tricks, slick.

 

 

These were just a few of my misadventures as a blonde-Italian-cashier girl.

Tell me some of your horrid work stories!



What is this feeling?!

What is this feeling, so sudden, and new?!

Yeah, I just went all Kristen Chenoweth circa Wicked all up in here. Watch me now as I snap my fingers a z formation, y'all. Mhm, I just told you! Now, back to the real issues.

 

I went to work yesterday like I always do, and talked with the people I always talk to and usually end up spending most of my time with my co-worker and best friend, Michele. When I went to greet Michele, when she opened her mouth, I swear Kermit the frog was living in her throat. Her voice sounded so hoarse, I could almost feel the pain whenever she would talk. Yes, friends, Michele is sick. DUN DUN DUN. Like the good bestie that I am, I bought her a water bottle and told her to get better because there is no way on this God created planet I am about to get sick. I come home, sitting around relaxing and I can't swallow. My throat hurts.

 

I AM GETTING SICK.

Yes, this is the feeling I was previously talking about when I was quoting the sassy Miss Chenoweth.

The thing that I vowed that I would not get, I have recieved. Thanks Michele for breathing all over me and getting me sick. Now I will have to suffer with these uncomfortable swallowing and throat pains until the real sickness rears it's ugly head. For everyone information: when you have allergies and then get sick, you feel ten times worse than anyone who is ever sick in the winter - ever. It is not a fun feeling, lemme tell ya.

 

What exactly is the point of this post?

SAVE YOURSELVES!

Use handsanitizer, wash your hands, drink lots of water, stay as far away from people with germs as you can. The ideal situation here would be living in a bubble. Anyone got one I could borrow for a little bit? Por favore?