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Ok. i don't need shoes. I am the LAST person that NEEDS shoes. but i do need shoe ADVICE. It's been decided that this skirt is not too tiney after all, and the bootses look so very very cute with it, but it's freakin August in New Orleans. even I know that to wear this would be absurd.

So i ask, what shoes would be the shoes to wear with such a cute little skirt? Is everyone up to speed on my insecurities? They all lie below the knee. well, below the ankle, really. My calves are big which is fine. My ankles are tiney. Which is all good. but my feet. My feet should have been bound as a child while the bones were still bendy.

Due to the tiney of the ankle and the thick of the calf, my not-petite to begin with feet, look even longer and skinnay-er. no. i'm not tellin anyone my shoe size either.

it leads me to the point that flats are not an option with the skirty skirt. That is why i'm in need of the sage advices.

My first inclination is to really rock it 80s style, with some old skool 'boks, but i'm not feelin the black.

So what's a Savage to do? Flats are not an option and i'm over flipflops. Throw a sister a bone here and gimme what you got. I'm dying to wear this skirt out while i'm still skinnay.

so i took a mental health afternoon yesterday. had my crazy time, then decided it was time for a haircut. i have not had my hair cut or anything in probably a whole year. i was my own biggest pet peeve. (my biggest pet peeve is people with too long hair. yes. there is such a thing as TOO LONG hair) i mean, i'm pretty low-mai these days, i don't have to look presentable on a day to day basis, it's hot, so it's just ponytail weather, and ok, i have been all depressy and grossy too. but today was the day i decided i needed to get my hairs did.

mr Thing is in town for a few days, so i call him up and we meet down at the salon. another reason i love me some randys is because i can call at noon and get an appt the same day nooo problem. i've been going to randy for years. like, since '99? a long ass time. and i have always always let him do whatever he wants to my hair. i just go in and say, "its yours to do with!" settle in and let him work his magic. and i always come out of there looking insanely incredible. i've let him do a pixie cut, asymmetrical cuts, crazyass colors, what.ever. and it's always been outraegously awesome.
he said that he gives me the haircuts that he wishes he could do on himself (but he can't b/c his hair is thick and wavy) and he really gets excited to do my hairs. yay!
and the best part- cut. color. blowout. is always under 100$. i know if i got this kind of work done at a different salon anywhere else in town, it would be at least a $200 job esp with the long hairs.

So i go in, and i'm all "randy! guess what. i've been dumped from all the way in the desert. can you believe this?" and in randy fashion, he looked at me, said, "uh uh girl. he did not. i'm going to rock you out. sit back and relax" word!
it was like the old days, Pixel running around the salon, and mr Thing hangin out with us.

so i got color, a fierce cut, and i seriously, have not felt this good in years. i love watching the hair fly off my head and seeing it all just go. away. quite liberating. and he's all "i love it too! i never get to do this!" i felt hot.
and at the end, it was only like $80. word! i am so freaking lucky to have him. so i go out to the car, and what do i see? a parking ticket. i parked there at like 4:30. and meter's stop at 5 and i was hanging out at the coffeeshop outside for a good 20 minutes. i bet i got the ticket like 4:55 fucking parking ticket bitches.
whatever. i don't care. i look hots. so we go to the heezy and plan out the evening. i tell mr thing that i've got to ask him some opinions on new jeans that i got. and i had to get new jeans b/c the ones i have, all of them are way too big now. way to big to be altered even. so i got some cute cheap jeans at the aeropostle. total rave, one pair fits almost just like my True Religions. for 20$!

so i try on the jeanses and mr thing is all, "what happened? you are so tiney, when did this happen? like yesterday?" so at least i'm not making shit up. he approves of said jeanses, and says, "you look fantastic. i guess i never noticed b/c all your clothes are just too big for you now. let's see what homeboy says when he gets back from overseas when he sees you"...hmph. i don't know if he wants to even be around to see this.

so we head out and go eat. we are just havin a good time, jabber jabber away and we get to the place and park and of course. he says something, as we are getting out of the car and i'm like, 'wha-?' and *slam* i shut the door.
WITH THE KEYS IN THE CAR
WITH THE CAR RUNNING.

what? i NEVER do that. i've never ever ever ever locked my keys in my car. ok once. but the window was down enough for me to reach in and unlock the door.
so jeebus. what the eff. and of course, my phone is on it's last battery bar and about to die, but i txt me some google for "pop a lock" and get the number. google ROCKS. and it's like a 40min wait for dude to come pop my lock. so we get to hang out in the mall parking lot and act like yeah, we are just chillin. you know, covered parking style.

so pop a lock comes on time, and this lady with a stroller strolls by and i think that she's smiling in sympathy, i mean, i would if i saw someone in my situation. but no. she is all "he's blocking me in" WHAT A BITCH. do you think i called pop a lock for FUN? i'm in a SITUATION HERE. and no. it's not going to take but 5 minutes. and guess what. we were done and out of there before she even got her fucking baby and shit all packed up in her fucking camry. what is it with people and babies think that we have to bow to them. FOR THE CHILDREN. DO IT ALL FOR THE CHILDREN. thats why children are growing up to be self entitled assholes. gah. bitch.

ok. so that's taken care of. $45.00. woot. we go eat, and have a great time at dinner, and then i get the food comas, and we bounce. mr thing has to pack and get shit together b/c he's leaving tomorrow for another 5 weeks on tour. we are really lucky to have each other. we both know that whatever shakes down, we'll be there for the other one in whatever capacity we can.

these last few weeks, in trying to let go of the kick, in trying to forget him, i have concluded, that i'm really lucky. i may not have his love in my life, but i have a lot of love in my life. i genuinely feel like i'm an awesome person, that i get to be the one who picks and chooses who gets my awesomeness. and i do have love for myself. and i have love from mr thing. genuine love. not necessarily romantical love, but genuine person to person love. not many people can say they have that. and whatever shakes down in the end, i'll be fine. i'm not worried about a thing.

and mr thing said, "as long as we've got each other, we can get through anything"
thats what i want. thats who i need to be around. we are not going to end up together in a married/couple sense, but we are tighter than family, and no one can even compare. so whoever either of us ends up with has to know that there is always going to be an element of lizndave. it will never threaten our respective relationships, but they need to recognize and accept it.

well, my post was initially about how i tried to save money on my great haircut which was just offset by my parking ticket and my pop a lock service, but of course, i digress. and this time, in a good way.

HATERADE. ALL FLAVORS.
i'm still really hating on chicks who are in new relationships and especially the ones who are getting engaged. like, i can't even talk to them, i'm so insanely envious that they are with their Significant Others. and for some reason, i go a good 30+ years without a whole lot of engagements to deal with, i've only had to be in 2 weddings ever. and i was the "best man" for one of them.
but fucking, since the deployment, my sister, my cousin, (both who have never had boyfriends before 2 years ago), 2 peeps that were on 7+ yrs of non married commitment get hitched ALL of a SUDDEN, a friend meets some guy on match and has the nerve to say she is going to outgross me and the Kick (oh HALE NO) 2 other friends got engaged, and my one friend is going to have a chance to be with the guy b/c he's finally separating from his wife and if they can lay low till the divorce is final, then THEY are going to get married! - Hot drama mess, but I'M STILL FUCKING JEALOUS that she gets to be with her mang even if it's on the down down.

So in just about 6 months, its like 6 people getting their man on? what the fuck universe? is being separated from The Kick just not HARD enough for me to deal with? Do i have to deal with literally, EVERYONE i KNOW getting engaged? then TODAY i get a facebook notification about ANOTHER friend getting officially engaged. i hate them all. i really do. i actually haven't corresponded with my cousin since i found out she got engaged. i almost feel bad, but she's so mushily going back and forth about being engaged with my sister that i just feel fucking ill. can i tell them? can i say "i'll be happy for you in december, but until the kick comes back, i really kind of hate you right now, well actually for the next 7 months?" would that help or just confirm me being a bitch? meh. i can't think too hard on that. i don't expect to get engaged soon soon, but i do want it to happen in a timely fashion once he gets back from his deployment and we get adjusted. I joke and tell him that he needs to get over whatever PTSD he will have with the quickness so we can get to planning the wedding and learning the group dance.
i'm really not joking about the group dance part.

i suppose if everyone gets engaged and married before i do, then when it happens to me, i will have no one to compete with and i'll be so fucking obnoxious about it...and they'll all have to take it because we've been through a deployment and survived.

Bitches just better not have babies to override MY EPIC REIGN OF ENGAGEMENTRY. they will be truly truly sorry if they dare pull that shit.

back to reality....fucking. fucking. fucking.......fucking reality...

latest house emergency - my ac or something is leaking profusely and i have a huge sopping wet area by the central ac unit. i can't get to the drainage pipe, so i may have to have an ac guy look at it and take it out just to clear a drain. awesome. i swear, this house makes me thisclose to suicidal. and again. all the girls i know are no fucking help because "their husbands take care of that" more envy and hate. so i'm doing well with alienating myself from just about everyone i know. AND i have no guy friends anymore to just call up and say "be a boy for me, please and look at this" because i just realized that all the guy friends i had were the kind i met randomly during liz gone wild in bars that hoped to get the bootie since they pretty much all disappeared when i got with The Kick. so i don't know what i'm going to do. the xanax my psych rx-ed me for the deployment have actually all been going to house drama.

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From puppy place

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It contains lines that are far from flattering to kids. "The child
is a kind of vicious dwarf, of an innate cruelty," she quotes novelist
Michel Houellebecq in one of her chapter headings, and then describes
children as base and amoral creatures.

"Children are born to disappoint you," she says. "Because we dream
about wonderful children, but there are no wonderful children. They are
people like me and you, and they fail, they do things you don't expect,
they dream of things you don't even imagine, things that are pointless
for you but not for them. So of course they have to disappoint you.
Most children are difficult."

For the record, she has given copies of her book to both her
children. Neither has picked it up, or paid it any attention. "All they
want to do is read Harry Potter," she sighs.