Tuesday, May 02, 2006

A Trip Down Memory....Freeway....

Well, we didn't go line dancing on Friday (much to my utter dismay, as you can well imagine). Matt's coworker's girlfriend (whose name is Roxanne and who indirectly caused me to have that song by the Police stuck in my head for the duration of the weekend) wasn't able to make it, so you can guess how upset I was. My friends were pretty upset too - after I'd told them I was going line dancing and they'd had a good laugh about it, they said I should bring a video camera because this was something they just HAD to see. Thanks guys. Thanks a lot. Of course, they were genuinely upset that I didn't go dancing; apparently they receive great joy from me making a fool of myself.

Instead of doing the boot-scootin' boogie, Matt and I went and got a bite to eat, Matt got a migraine (he gets a lot of those - runs in the family), so I rented Tristan and Isolde, took Matt home to baby him, and watched my movie as soon as he fell asleep (actually, he was still awake when I started it. I was reading him the opening credits and the next thing I knew, he was out...he's not as big a fan of tragic romances obviously).

We got all of our concrete work finished on Friday and it looks spectacular. I'll post pictures when the yard is totally done (we still have to get our wrought iron fence installed and get sod laid). For a while we had release all over our concrete, which is this powdery substance that dyes the concrete (I think...Matt would better be able to describe the purpose of this stuff, but he's not here, so instead you get my half-assed description. Anyway, the important part is there was this colored powder all over our concrete) - this stuff was a nightmare. Our poor dog has suffered an extremely sad existence during the remodeling of our yard - he has nothing to romp and play in, can only go outside for brief amounts of time to potty, and has spent a good deal of time cooped up in the garage when we're not home. During his potty runs, he took the opportunity to get as much of this release as possible all over himself. Between him and our two cats, our typically spotless house was a mess with black paw prints EVERYWHERE - all over the kitchen and bathroom floors (tile), all over the kitchen counters (thanks to the cats), all over our brand new couch (thankfully, it's true what they say about microfiber...it does clean extremely easily). Our dog went from border collie to black lab, and even after a good vigorous scrubbing, some of this dye has still insisted on sticking to his pristine white legs.

On Saturday morning Matt had to run to the North Valleys (small towns north of Reno that we Reno-ites have fondly grouped into one generalization: "the North Valleys") to drop off some things to one of his coworkers. I rode along with him so he wouldn't be obligated to work on a Saturday (pretty sneaky) and we grabbed a bite to eat at a dingy casino (though I must say, for being so dingy, the food was delicious). The drive back down 395 into Reno was somewhat of an emotional experience for me, especially being in Matt's truck. The deployment hasn't been a common topic of conversation between Matt and I. Every now and then we'll allude to spending nearly 15 months apart, but for the most part, it doesn't come up. There's really nothing to be said about it that hasn't already been said and sometimes I even doubt the existence of it. Did this really just happen? It sure doesn't feel like it. It's a vague memory; a blurred vision.

However, the Army National Guard base is in the North Valleys and the last time I'd driven down 395 in Matt's truck was a snowy morning, barrelling after a charter bus. While we were driving back to Reno after breakfast - despite the fact that Matt was with me - I was fighting back tears. It was like I was hit with an enormous brick wall and suddenly I felt the full force of everything I felt that awful morning I said goodbye to Matt for I-didn't-even-know-how-long. I reached out and grabbed Matt's hand and said, "Babe, I don't ever want to spend 15 months without you ever again." "You won't ever have to," was his response and he squeezed my hand. He didn't ask where my extremely random statement had come from. I don't think he needed to; there was something terribly somber about driving down that freeway. He was sitting right next to me, but my heart was breaking horribly because I remembered how it felt to miss him.

On to happier subjects...

Saturday afternoon I got my hair fixed. Fixed, indeed!! After the colorist washed out my hair and turned me to face the mirror, I was nearly peeing my pants in anticipation. It looks FABULOUS. No more apricot undertones. Here's my before picture (taken with an awful facial expression for an extra I-hate-my-hair-like-this effect):

Perhaps it's not as bad as I had lead everyone to believe. God knows I took the Before Picture and thought to myself, well, it's not that bad. I even started to think that maybe the extremely orangey yellow tones came from my parent's camera (here you can see a picture of me taken with my parent's camera for hair color comparison), but when I told my mom last week that I was going to a color specialist to get my color fixed, her severely mother-like response was, "Oh thank GOD. You would've just hated it if you'd gotten married with your hair looking like that. Imagine how the photos would've turned out!" I sure do love my mom...being brutally honest is one of her best (and worst) attributes. Here's my after picture (completely with a painfully dorky expression and a thumbs up for a job well done. Excuse the terrible photo - this seems to be a bad angle for me):

MUCH BETTER, RIGHT? Well, I think so anyway. Matt said he didn't even realize how bad it looked before till he saw how good it looks now (riiiight. That just means he didn't want to hurt my feelings before, God love him). I absolutely adore it - I've never been this blonde, and now I don't think I could ever go back to my icky dark natural shade. I can only imagine how it'll look even BETTER once summer rolls around and I get a tan. Ah, and for those of you wanting to see Matt in his cowboy hat, you can check it out on my Flickr. He actually looks quite sexy though that picture doesn't do it justice - he kept turning away from the camera and tearing the hat off right as I pressed the clicker. I'll get a good photo though...it's my new mission for the week LOL.


Blogger Courtney said...

Your hair looks fabulous. I love it. And yes I love brutally honest moms, mine can be that way sometimes too. Oh and I can't wait to see finished pictures of the yard.

5/02/2006 8:49 PM

Blogger Nikki said...

Funny that you posted about getting hit with memories of your deployment day. I was just chatting with a coworker whose husband may be deployed next year about the day Daniel left and I nearly broke down in tears...almost a year and a half later! It's strange how it can hit you sometimes when you spend most of the time acting like the deployment never happened....

In other news...your colorist did a fabulous job!!!

5/04/2006 9:01 AM

Blogger Nikki said...

Oh and because I'm a dork and forgot to say this before I hit "publish," I love the cowboy hat pic...I happen to think cowboy hats are sexy (but then again I am from Texas...lol) And just for the record, REAL Texans don't line dance! lol

5/04/2006 9:04 AM


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