Saturday, April 26, 2008
Ain't he Cute?
Ain't he Cute?
Originally uploaded by Kiki Marcus
This is Hunter.
Boo Boo.
Floppy Butt.
TROUBLE.
He's our own little Fuzz Face and we love him.
He, however, loves asking for cookies.
(Did someone just say COOKIE?)
Ah jeez...
Tuesday, April 22, 2008
Salon John
If you are located in the Richmond, Virginia, area have I got fab news for you. My favorite hair colorist has gone into business for himself.
John Wymer has been my colorist for the past 8 years.
- Excluding the past year and a half. The horrid color I've been walking around with for the past year and a half I've been doing to myself. Don't attribute my horrid self harming phase with John Wymer.
Anywho... moving on...
John has been a close friend of the family for over 10 years. I met John at my first corporate gig outta college. He's the one who helped clue me in to follow my talent. He steadied me when I bought my first house at the precious age of 24. He was at our wedding in Vegas 5 years ago. (Yes. At a drive thru chapel. In a vintage '55 pink Cadillac. Elvis drove. And he sang 2 songs. Then we all went bowling. It was lovely thankyouverymuch.) And more importantly, he plays golf with my husband. He is a wonderfully supportive man and a loyalist to the nth degree.
So it is with enthusiastic cheers I say to John "FREAKING A" and "If I promise to never dye my hair on my own again... will you let me come back? Cause I think I've got a dead rodent on my head. And it doesn't look good."
http://www.salonjohn.net/
John Wymer has been my colorist for the past 8 years.
- Excluding the past year and a half. The horrid color I've been walking around with for the past year and a half I've been doing to myself. Don't attribute my horrid self harming phase with John Wymer.
Anywho... moving on...
John has been a close friend of the family for over 10 years. I met John at my first corporate gig outta college. He's the one who helped clue me in to follow my talent. He steadied me when I bought my first house at the precious age of 24. He was at our wedding in Vegas 5 years ago. (Yes. At a drive thru chapel. In a vintage '55 pink Cadillac. Elvis drove. And he sang 2 songs. Then we all went bowling. It was lovely thankyouverymuch.) And more importantly, he plays golf with my husband. He is a wonderfully supportive man and a loyalist to the nth degree.
So it is with enthusiastic cheers I say to John "FREAKING A" and "If I promise to never dye my hair on my own again... will you let me come back? Cause I think I've got a dead rodent on my head. And it doesn't look good."
http://www.salonjohn.net/
Monday, April 21, 2008
Bucky Done Gun
90 secs - Pink Hair in 90 Seconds
Originally uploaded by Halcyon
Men with pink hair are hot.
They are also gay.
Gay is hot.
Pink haired hot gay men.
Now with more nipple ring.
Saturday, April 19, 2008
Sunday mornings
Because my brothers share a room growing up, they got the biggest bedroom in the house. Usually a room large enough to be an efficiency apartment.
- Which reminds me of the time I had such a small apartment I could cook something on the stove and get things out of the refrigerator all while sitting on my bed. I could also sit on the toilet, wash my hands in the sink and wash my feet in the shower all at the same time. But I digress.
Since they had the largest room in the house, excluding the garage, they also had our old goliath of a television. The kind that comes in a built in wooden cabinet and is so large it's meant to sit directly on the floor. The kind with two channel knobs and if you want to watch a station higher then the number 12 you had to turn the first knob to "U" to use the higher numbered knob. Yeah. That kind of goliath television.
On Sundays, we'd sit on the floor of their room watching old movies the local station played. We watched a lot of Shirley Temple and old musicals. It's how I fell in love with "The King and I" and grew to appreciate the amusement that is the Three Stooges. (Shhhhh... don't tell my husband. He thinks I prefer the Marx Brothers.)
And we'd play with legos. After we'd built entire cities of legos, I'd wander off to read in my room while the boys had epic battles between G.I. Joes and Star War action figures. It wasn't unusual to stop by and see the Millennium Falcon flying over the Lego city with a couple of Cobra Troopers hanging off the back. By then end of day, the cities would be destroyed. By end of week it'd finally be cleaned up enough we could start over the following Sunday morning.
Last night I watched "The King and I" on TMC and today I found this. Guess I'm missing a little brotherly love these days.
- Which reminds me of the time I had such a small apartment I could cook something on the stove and get things out of the refrigerator all while sitting on my bed. I could also sit on the toilet, wash my hands in the sink and wash my feet in the shower all at the same time. But I digress.
Since they had the largest room in the house, excluding the garage, they also had our old goliath of a television. The kind that comes in a built in wooden cabinet and is so large it's meant to sit directly on the floor. The kind with two channel knobs and if you want to watch a station higher then the number 12 you had to turn the first knob to "U" to use the higher numbered knob. Yeah. That kind of goliath television.
On Sundays, we'd sit on the floor of their room watching old movies the local station played. We watched a lot of Shirley Temple and old musicals. It's how I fell in love with "The King and I" and grew to appreciate the amusement that is the Three Stooges. (Shhhhh... don't tell my husband. He thinks I prefer the Marx Brothers.)
And we'd play with legos. After we'd built entire cities of legos, I'd wander off to read in my room while the boys had epic battles between G.I. Joes and Star War action figures. It wasn't unusual to stop by and see the Millennium Falcon flying over the Lego city with a couple of Cobra Troopers hanging off the back. By then end of day, the cities would be destroyed. By end of week it'd finally be cleaned up enough we could start over the following Sunday morning.
Last night I watched "The King and I" on TMC and today I found this. Guess I'm missing a little brotherly love these days.
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