Back From Black

So, my weekend in Seattle was good. It helped me to realize that things are still the same, my friends are all still truckin' along. Some might have shorter or longer hair, or are dating someone new, but for the most part, still the same. And you know what? It didn't really feel like "home" anymore. Home is actually where the heart is, errr, for me, where Jeff is. And that was good to figure out. Some of my friends made an effort to see me, some didn't, and some were flakey. But you can't expect to see everyone in one weekend and I saw the people I expected to see.

The first thing I did when I got there was go straight to Jazmine's salon and get my hair done. I'm finally back to a somewhat shade of blonde and I told her the next time I tell her I want to be a serious brunette to just tell me NO. It just doesn't suit me.

Jazzy's party was of course fun and spiked with style that only those salon-types can bring. I didn't get too glammed up but Jaz looked like Valentine's Barbie in a short red dress with a sweetheart neckline.

Bella's birthday was a blast for a 3 year-old's party! The bloody mary's at Christo's on Alki are the best I've ever had and it was really fun to watch Bella open ALL those presents!

While I was at Seatac Airport on my way home, I realized I was about 30 pages away from being done with my book, and since the Alaska Airlines terminal is all new and fancy, I was wandering around and found a good sized Border's Books and took a look. In the biography section I found this book My Lobotomy. It is a bone-chilling page turner that I have not been able to put down. I plan on finishing it today, and I highly suggest it. The beginning starts out a little dry, the writing almost seems like a mentally disabled person is actually writing it, but the writing gets better with each chapter. Howard Dully, the author, was essentially signed up for a lobotomy by his evil step-mother even though Dully's problems were pretty normal for a kid, especially given the circumstances of life that he was under. He was one of the few that led a somewhat normal life post-procedure and as an adult went looking for answers. This book is c-razy! Read it!

I woke up with a killer sore throat, so I seemed to have picked up Jeff's illness that he picked up from work...Also found out I have to get that mole completely removed because the biopsy came back with irregular cells.

Ugh. Back to life.