These Boots Were Made for... Eating?

I was cooking up some Korean BBQ beef (aka Kal Bi) for tonight's dinner. As I was searing the slices (Bobby Flay, eat your heart out!!!... muahaha!), I saw that one of the pieces resembled a shoe - a cowboy boot to be more specific. It made me smile because not only do I love nicely browned slices of Kal Bi [wiping drool off face], I also LOVE shoes! (Haha... what girl doesn't?!?)

Such a Stuart-Weitzman-magazine-ad moment!

Haha... that it all. Just thought I'd share.

Happiness... Just a Click Away?

So, I just watched "Click" this past weekend. It was a great movie, reminded me a lot of "It's a Wonderful Life". And I started to wonder after examining the recent happenings in my life: "What if you could skip through all the bad stuff? What would it be like?"

I only wonder this because I find myself pushing "pause" on a life that has already been moving frame-by-frame for the past few months. It's weird, sometimes you feel like everything/-one around you is rushing - trying to fit another hour's worth of work into the few minutes they find available - and here you are going at a snail's pace and desperately trying to keep up. And when you finally do, you hit yet another roadblock so massive you fear you'll never see the other side.

So, yeah... I'm fearing the worst and learning to hope in and for the best... But until then, I guess I'll have to play the waiting game and see where He leads me.

[My] Hair [Was] Everywhere...

Yup, I got my hair cut on Friday. Partly because I was bored and partly (well, mostly) because it was getting so heavy. [I know there are some out there who love thick, luxurious, Pantene Shampoo commercial hair, but, seriously, it was getting to a point where it was starting to put a strain on my neck and shoulders. But I digress...]

So, I went to this Korean "salon." I had went there in March (yes, I waited a whole 6 months!) and LOVED the cut the stylist gave me. [Her approach was a little Edward Scissorhands-esque, but she was fast and awesome!] But, when I walked in, she was no where to be found. I had heard rumours that she got married (haha... maybe she's lounging under a cabana, mai thai in hand, laughing at my expense... RATS!!!) The only stylist present was a 40-ish woman I had never seen before. I didn't want to appear rude and hurt her feelings by asking, "Excuse, but could you tell me if the YOUNGER woman is working today?" so, I complied, and quietly sat in a chair.

Anxiety filled my mind, my head, my fingers and toes... I wondered if i had made the decision to cut my hair in haste, but it was too late... she was coming toward me ready to do with me what she will/would...

Long story short... I AM NEVER GOING THERE AGAIN!!! MY hair looks like a cross between a really bad Rachel cut and a grown-out mullet. [To visualize: Imagine someone wearling a motorcycly helmet covered in hair (yeah, I know gross) with some of her own longish hair sticking out from underneath... yup, that pretty much is what I'll be suffering with for at least the next few weeks.] So, in the meantime, my hair will be recuperating in a 24/7 ponytail or chignon - a "bun" for you male readers who are wondering what a CHIG-NUN is (BTW, it's pronounced shinyon... or something like that).

Haha... I realize that I sound like a total self-evolved, shallow, vain princess. Please accept my sincerest apologies.