So, I'm getting my "hair-did" in a country where women predominantly cover their hair.
I'm always self conscious when I get a hair cut. I have short hair and long hair is the preferred length here, so I usually hide behind a magazine while I'm at a salon.
Today, I was looking at a magazine that was left behind by a German client. Flipping through it, a section featuring trendy pantsuits caught my eye along with the word "lesbisch", which was mentioned throughout the article. Turning to my multi-lingual hairdresser, I asked what the word meant.
Without skipping a beat, she pointed to my hair and said, "lesbian".
The ground opened up then, and I slithered through it.
Please call 911. I'm trapped in the Middle East with lesbian hair.
Never mix a recently returned dream vacation with a George Clooney movie fest. The combination of both could result in a very bizarre dream. Let's take me for example. Last night I dreamt I married George Clooney. (Didn't I say it was bizarre?) I'm still reeling from the morning after befuddlement, because after all I was married, albeit on a subconscious level, to George Clooney. It felt so real that when I awoke, it compelled me to write it all down. Coincidentally, I had found a kewl blogging project the day before. Uninspired, I had put it aside. My dream, however comma, was the catalyst that inspired the "I married George Clooney" sequence below. I hope you have as much fun reading it as I did creating it. Shall we commence?
My dream opened to sparkling sapphire waters at an exotic resort on the sandy beaches of Bali, where George Clooney had defected from Hollywood to live the life of a half naked pool boy heavily oiled in Banana Boat products.
George, having only gazed at me for no more than a second (as he would in real life), fell madly in love and asked me to marry him.
George and I had an outdoor beach wedding that rivaled Pamela Anderson's. (The Baywatch bombshell had formerly walked down sandy aisles with Motley Crue drummer Tommy Lee and rock n' rap singer Kid Rock.)
The world heralded my marriage to the world's sexiest bachelor.
We celebrated our Bali honeymoon within the confines of a champagne fluted glass-tub filled with Dom Perignon. We were drunk with happiness.
But as true Hollywood romances go, signs of a troubling relationship began to present itself.
And soon, tabloids began airing pics of George's infidelity.
Our "W" to the "E" were no more, and I awoke from my dream somewhat sadden.... but inspired nonetheless, to record said events within this blogging project.
Now, it's your turn. Click on this link and populate the fields. Cut n' paste and enjoy the creative journey!
Hearing Louis Armstrong's "What a Wonderful World" has always evoked the most beautiful images in my mind, so imagine my delight when I stumbled across this lovely gem. I hope you enjoy it too.
Today was a crazy day at work and one that was totally unexpected. First of all, we got word that Admiral Mullens (Chairman, Joint Chiefs of Staff) and a host of press people were coming to visit us today on their way to Afghanistan. What?!? And that wasn't all. Ann Curry from "The Today Show" was one of the news folks coming onboard. What?!?
Soooo, fast forward the situation. Ann Curry is sitting in the conference room across from my office. She has arrived early and I can hear her voice as I'm typing up a report on my computer. I eavesdrop shamelessly as she talked about growing up as a Navy brat and being familiar with the military life of moving around often.
I stayed in my seat, not wanting to appear as a rabid fan, by going in there to introduce myself and gush about how I enjoyed the show, blah, blah, blah... what she thought of Katie Couric's boyfriend... and what was her REAL opinion of the show since Merideth Vieira came onboard. You know. Girlfriend talk. But alas, I didn't go in there.
Instead, I continued to type up my report until I got up and used the private bathroom next to my office. As I was leaving the loo, I bumped into her as she was waiting to go inside. She smiled. I smiled back. I may have even given her the "Wazzsup?" nod. Who knows. It happened so fast.
As I returned to my computer, I heard the toilet flush... and realized that Ann Curry and I just shared the same toilet.
The End.
[Epilogue: Ann later approached me as she was leaving to see if I wanted her sandwich. She had ordered box lunches for her and the crew that went uneaten, and she didn't want them to go to waste. So, later on that afternoon after all the visitors left.... me... and Ann Curry's sandwich... had quiet time to reflect on the weirdness of the day.]
