Happy hump day, blog-logs. Here’s a birthday card from my in-laws; I thought it was cute.

Little heart Mandala I’ve been working on. If I really APPLIED myself (with a few cups of coffee) I could finish this puppy up in time for the art show I’m doing tomorrow night.

Look what I did on my birthday for something like 3.5 hours…got a perm! Yayyyy! It was very spontaneous. I stopped into the salon to see if someone wanted to cut my bangs, and my hairdresser just happened to be hanging out doing nothing. Score! 

Birthday gift, per my request, from Joshy. There are red lipstick recommendations within, ha ha haaaa.

He also made me homemade carrot cake with cream cheese frosting, my favorite. We have decided that good-looking cakes are NOT our thing, and we are proud of that fact. The goal is to get on “Cake Wrecks”! 

Curly Burly.

My hairs are fluffy, not stuffy. I also had her cut my bangs different–she gave me more volume on top and I had her cut a “smiley face” shape instead of the usual “frowny face”–longer in the middle, shorter on the sides. Like a less severe Bettie Page cut. Think retro. I like it.

Here are my new Nike running shoes that I paid WAY too much for. I’m not even really running right now, ha ha haaaaa. I need to, though. I have managed to gain 10 pounds since we returned from NYC, half of that in the last week and a half! Help me, Rhonda!

Last night I asked the Internet if I could lose weight without exercise. Sure, replied the Internet. Just stop eating. Dammit, I knew there was a catch!

Sometimes for my birthday I like to stay at luxury hotels, and the Hotel Monaco downtown, running over 300 bucks a night, was VERY luxuriant.

Check out the lobby. They gave you a free goldfish too…although I declined. Not a fan of goldfish–they’re too frantic. I like a nice, sluggish Betta fish.

We went out to a Moroccan restaurant and were served 5 incredible courses: lentil soup, hummus/salad with bread, a meat pie dusted with cinnamon and sugar, the main dish, and pudding and sweet hot tea for dessert. All eaten with our hands, while sitting on cushions on the ground. DAMN GOOD.

Nothing like crisp, clean hotel linens. Mmmmm.

This is the goal, although I keep screwing up. It doesn’t help that my favorite protein bars just released a new flavor–“salted caramel”–SO GOOD and only 9 grams of carbs! Sorcery!

Why not wear two round rings?

Totes getting into the Christmas spirit at work. I want an ugly Christmas sweater, dammit!

Like this! Isn’t it fab??? Why do all of these ugly Christmas sweaters have to cost 70 bucks? I wouldn’t even pay that much for a REAL sweater.

Let’s see. Not much happening ’round here, besides my expanding waistline. Accumulating Christmas presents, walking the dogs when it’s not pouring rain, plowing through library books like you wouldn’t believe, selling clothes and shoes on ebay for “fun”. Same old, same old. Toodle-loo!