ACT I:
I was way overdue for a mecca to the MAC cosmetics counter. I had last Thursday off from work, so I took a jaunt down the Thruway and came back with a new face! I'm so excited about the stuff I got, and I look girly again. Imagine. I actually bought blush. Not just bronzer or anything, but straight out blush. Plum, in fact. I haven't worn blush in years! And eye shadow. I've been using the same eye shadow since before we bought this house. And the woman got me to try on and buy brown eyeliner. I've always worn black, but I am absolutely loving the brown now! And the pencil glides on a wonderfully soft line that doesn't say anything close to I Just Put Eyeliner On. Most importantly, I bought the Studio Tech, which is a cream to powder foundation. The coverage is fabulous! And I don't have to feel guilty for not putting on my liquid foundation! I really wish we had a MAC counter/store closer to home, but then again I'm not sure my wallet could handle it.

ACT II:
I have to wear closed-toe shoes to work, and although this is OSHA standard, no other shop I worked at really worried about it. I've been shopping everywhere and hadn't been able to find a decent pair of flats that fit my extra wide feet and that seemed comfortable enough to wear while standing all day. I've been holding off wearing any skirts or dresses because of it. Last Friday crazdude_k4me and I went out to eat and did a little shopping. I finally found a cute pair of black maryjanes at K Mart of all places. They aren't too little girl looking, or too clunky, and most importantly they don't bow out at the sides under the pressure of my big chunka Frankenstein feet like a lot of flats do. Score!

ACT III:
I wore the new makeup to work last Friday and Saturday, with a few compliments. Monday I wore my favorite button down top, my cute knee-length jean skirt, and my new black shoes. I expected people to notice, but I didn't think I'd be the talk of the store! Everyone was going on and on about how cute I looked, even the driver coordinator said I looked "radiant". What a nice surprise!

While in line to get my passport to prepare for the possible upcoming trip, hub phoned to tell me it was off.

To say I'm disappointed is a little bit of an understatement.

Hub just called on a break from work and asked what I thought of him (and possibly me) taking a trip to the UK next month. (*gasp* YESYESYES!!!!)

A million things ran through my head all at once - He'd be going over for work, and I'm not sure I'd be allowed to go. And if I were I'm not sure if I could get the time off from my work. And if I do then I'd need a passport in time to go. (He needs one too!) And if I get a passport then I'd probably spend my days alone. But I'd spend my nights with hub. But I don't even know where the UK office is. (*snark* - the UK Office. Swindon? I jokingly asked hub, but he doesn't even know specifically where their UK location is.) And omg - I've never even gone across this country let alone overseas. But I probably won't be able to go. But hub doesn't even know if he's going yet. *tries to take a breath*

Let me back up here and try to type rationally.

Hub's company has locations throughout Europe. Last year they sent some people here from the UK and Mexico to help them out. Apparently hub's boss was supposed to return the favor by going to the UK, but he hasn't gone yet. Hub never thought he'd get asked to go there, but just today his boss asked him if he'd like to go. He was told it would be early next month, but he's not sure of the dates. Basically, his boss was asking certain people today just to get a feel for if they'd even consider going. Anything beyond that is just speculation.

I'll try to continue to take deep breaths and remain calm.

eta: I found the location!

I've been trying to look at life in a different way for a while now, but I think I'm starting to actually get it. At the end of the day I decided that loads of things that used to rile me up really don't matter in the grand scheme of things. I've been familiar with the serenity prayer for years and years, but I think I'm understanding it much better than I ever used to think I did. Troubles at work? Normal work stuff. Nothing more. Troubles with SIL? What can I change - only my own attitude about it. Bitching about it gets me nowhere, and in fact it wastes time that I could otherwise use being happy. No one or nothing should have that power over me.

I'm going to try and stop before I start sounding like I'm in the process of writing a self help book, but suffice it to say that I feel a lot better about my life and things around me in general because of how I'm looking at it. Not that it was that bad beforehand, it's just a lot rosier now.

Revisiting Baz Luhrman's "Everybody's Free to wear Sunscreen" 9 years after I first heard it not only makes me chuckle, but nod my head in agreement in a way that I couldn't have 9 years ago.


I guess the gray hairs on my head have given me something more than a little salt with my pepper.

for dmoodby

So you've seen some really cool lj icons but don't know how to add them to your account? I'll go through how to add icons and give proper credit to the icon maker.

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I love Kathy Griffin and all of her snark. I especially love the name of her newest standup special on Bravo (see subject text). B and I were revisiting some of our favorite bits, and I thought I'd throw this one on here.

for crazdude_k4me:

Goals-Against Average is the number of goals allowed per 60 minutes played, rounded to two decimal points. To get the number, multiply the total number of goals allowed by 60 and divide by the total number of minutes played.

For example, if you have allowed four goals in 180 minutes your GAA is 1.33 (4 times 60 is 240. 240 divided by 180 is 1.33). The result suggests that for every full game you play, you will allow 1.33 goals.

Save Percentage is the number saves made divided by the total number of shots on goal, expressed in three decimal places.

If you have faced 45 shots and allowed five goals, your save percentage is .888 (40 saves divided by 45 shots). The number suggests that if you were to face 1,000 shots you would stop 888 of them.

there.

Go Forth and Calculate

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