Confession, I haven’t seen one of these in years. Heck, I don’t even own one any more! It’s as remote to me as ‘em spa filters since I don’t do the spa thang.

I found this hair dryer in a drawer in our room at the Hard Rock Hotel last month and used it to blow-dry our collective underwear . Like everyone else at the hotel, we left our swimming gear and underwear out to dry on the balcony but after a whole day, they were still damp.

Anyhow it was quite an emotional reunion we had, me and the hair dryer. It brought back memories of hurriedly running hot air through my wet hair in the mornings before kissing my babies bye-bye, then jumping into my car to head straight into the zombie line crawling in to a day of drudgery at the office.

I have long since given up blow-drying my hair, of course. It’s just wash and run now. The days are so, so hot I just want to keep that moist coolness in my hair for just that little while longer .

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So here’s the thing, right? I loathe hair salons. The very thought of being held captive to a babble of empty feminine gossip, and my hair and face being pulled and pushed in different directions at once, is enough to keep me far, far away from hair salons. I just don’t have the patience for this thing some of my friends call pampering (?).

First the hair dresser subjects my head to semi-abuse, then she tries to get all friendly and chatty, then she tries to convince me to agree to all sorts of other abuses to my poor hair – you should steam it, color it, fry it, roll it up and grill it ! By then, I’m really in no mood for anything more than monosyllabic grunts. Just to shut her up!

So you can imagine why I’ve left my hair to its own devices. I looked in the mirror this morning and suddenly, my hair is this long.

While I’m clearly not one to fuss with my hair, I kinda like playing around with different styles. I get bored easily with the same old, you know, like going on destin florida vacations a few times but doing the same things each time . Having a new hairstyle, now that’s like becoming a whole new person! It’s fun!

So I’m thinking I should cut my hair short – again. I love this long hair but I think a shorter style would be easier to maintain since I work out at the gym several times a week and the weather is freakin’ hot! Should I risk a trip to the hair salon? Or should I just tie up my hair? What do you think?

If I had to name my business promotion, I probably wouldn’t have thought of a more interesting name.

As it is, I’m the most misunderstood person on the planet. So if I even breathed the word “stupid”, I’d probably never hear the end of it. Anyhow there’s nothing stupid about taking advantage of a great bargain for a funky handbag that’s going to get those gaps a-flappin’, know what I mean ?

Louvre Luv Me Not Hobo

This stunning fuchsia synthetic leather bag with lots of zippered bags is just one of this week’s stupid deals. There are new and different bags on discount every single week !

Better remember to check out next week’s Stupid Deal of the Week and the following week’s and the week after that, all through December 31, 2009. They’ve got handbags going at unbelievable prices and savings of 50% off or more. Nothing can stop me now!

So what is it that we do best on the weekend again? Shop, of course! Actually we were only window-shopping but goodness knows how often that leads us down the path to temptation .

I’m a crazy accessories freak, so is Raine. Skye loves the odd accessory now and then. Right now, she’s not as crazy as us yet but under the influence of Mom and Sis, it’s only a matter of time .

These earrings caught my eye immediately! Gorgeous, aren’t they? Got both of these items for a steal too .

If I were to go shoe shopping today, I would buy these

Platform Thongs with gems for the casual me…

Criss Cross Strap SlipOns for the tomboyish me…

Criss Cross Strap Wedges for the dressy me…

Could I be schizo, you think?

I finally got off my butt and hit the gym this morning. Yep, after what seems like two weeks of playing hooky. If I sit around any longer, I swear I’m going to need diet pills.

Speaking of which, I came across an interesting article today on BBC News. Researchers from the UK and US say if you want to stay slim, you shouldn’t hang out with fat friends because they are going to make you obese too.

I think there’s some truth to that. Case in point, my roomie at college was plump and her boyfriend was not. But over time, I noticed he got fatter and was looking to be her size.

Now between me and my roomie, she was the better cook. So she did most of the cooking while me and her boyfriend did most of the eating. We would sit around the dinner table, chat and eat and eat, a lot.

After a while, I could feel my clothes getting tighter. Living with her was definitely making me fatter. Thankfully it wasn’t as drastic for me as it was for her boyfriend. But even then, I definitely gained weight and noticed a change in my eating habits.

Tam Fry of the UK Obesity Forum says in the article that “it boils down to shared bad habits. If you go to dinner with your friends who are fat, you are liable to eat the same foods that made them fat. Research shows children could also pick up bad habits from their parents.”

When my picky eaters were little, I would say “don’t be picky, this is good for you”, and I’d be happy when they polished up what I served them. Now that they’re teens, I’m insisting they be picky and “you shouldn’t be eating that, that’s bad for you” .

… of makeup you must have on before you leave the house?

For me, it’s my lipstick.

I don’t know why some people look at me funny when they see me wearing one earring. Well, it so happens I only have ONE side of that gold stud earring which is why I only wear one side.

I wear one blue glove and one pink glove when driving so I won’t get my arms toasted. Why is that so strange to some people?

I think mismatches are cool, or hot, or whatever. Why is it odd that I don’t limit myself to the obvious?