Sunday, November 04, 2007

I cheated!!

And i feel really bad..

No folks...i did NOT cheat on the love of my banish those thoughts from your heads right now!!!

I cheated on my hairdresser with my pedicurist...*Sigh* The story goes like this: I was planning to wash my hair easy task with more than my share of hair and loc's that almost unravel as soon as water touches them (hence my propensity for only washing when i go my loctician every six weeks). So i am getting a pedicure and the talk turns to hair and i am informed that they also do grooming of a light bulb went off in my head and i thought to myself "why not get my hair washed here." Now i expressly stated that i only wanted it washed and palm rolled and i was assured that this would be so.

Next thing i know the loc'ing tool comes out..i insist there is no need to tighten i am again assured that no tightening just a single pull through to get them sitting down...however 4 hours later, my hair has been fully groomed, the normal cost for grooming is then INCREASED (due to the amount of hair they say) and i have lost at least two hours of my day that i was planning to dedicate to work (that i still have to do by the way).

Now i was to see my regular hairdresser in two weeks, but i will have to forego that visit and i feel really shitty, like i just stabbed a friend in the back...*sigh*

Am i the only one who can't get hairdressers to listen to me???

Friday, November 02, 2007

How much is too much?

Where do we draw the line? At what point can we take no more? When should we just say enough is enough.....stop now!

well it has been raining almost continuously for the last four weeks. I think there was a three day break at one point, but that occurred while i was off the island, so as far as i am concerned, the rain has not stopped. Now i love rainy weather, i love the overcast skies, i love the sound of raindrops on my window and i love the slight breeze and cooler temperatures that it brings.

The only thing i hate about the rain is the Jamaican road. Craters the size of small cars open up, water flows along it like a re-directed river, traffic is bumper to bumper, no one wants to wait and intersections become gridlocked, and my usual 5 minute journey to the gym becomes 30 minutes.

Apart from this, it's still love, so while the majority of Jamaicans are begging for a ease in the weather, i am happily going along singing "send down the rain!"

Let me add that i commiserate with those who have been flooded out, or have lost property due to landslide. One person lost her life when a landslide took part of her home and my condolences go out to her family.