Tuesday, January 08, 2008

stuff...

Current mood: okay

Thanks to everyone who sent me emails or left comments regarding what is a gigantic deal for me. I know, people color their hair everyday. But I never have, making it an enormous step I've never taken.

I met with a stylist/colorist today and I think she'll do great (fingers crossed). Granted, it's going to cost me a pretty penny, but I didn't dare go to Great Clips or Supercuts. I mean, you wouldn't hire a McDonald's burger flipper to cater your party, would you? Same smell.

I'm having it done tomorrow. I'll post pics! (or not, depending on how ridiculous I look)

So, the latest with the orange…
I'm developing a hunt-for-clues plan to try to top Tommy's anagram. I plan to place about 5 clues throughout his cube… each will lead him to the next clue and the last will lead him to the orange. I haven't got it all worked out just yet and Tommy's growing impatient asking, "Where's the orange, Dorisaurus!" But I want each clue to be cleverly written, humorous and very very very misleading (he he he), so I'm taking my time about doing it right.

Ya know, I just gotta mention the folks I now work with at EPCOT. Most of them are retired senior citizens (many married couples) who are absolute HOOTS! I aspire to be like these characters when I am 70 years old. These folks keep me in stitches!

Patty, not much bigger than a minute, uses the phrase, "I mean, Hellooooooo!" I just can't help but laugh at the petite, gray-haired ball of fire. She is outrageous! So full of energy. I bet she could outrun me on any given day. "You okay with the stairs?" she asked me before leading me up 4 flights of stairs. When we got to the top, I was huffing and puffing and she was talking a mile a minute without one loss of breath. Geez Louise!

Mona. Now Mona is a bit like Weezer from Steel Magnolias. Not that she's Southern, but she's an ornery, man-hating, lovable old lady. She thinks that every old man we work with (except our department manager who is young and gay) is a "putz!" (I've really got to learn to use that word since it seems to be surrounding me lately.) "What a putz he is!" she will say. And then she laughs at herself. I love it! "I got no need for a man," she says. "Eh, who needs 'em? They're all putzes." She's so grumpy, but hilarious!

Ralph. Ralph is a bottomless pit of Illuminations facts. To impress guests, and to keep himself entertained, he spouts out things like the exact number of rockets that launch during the show, the periods of them when tanks are refueling, etc. etc. etc. And my favorite thing about Ralph – he wears a straw hat (part of our costume) with a paper towel inside of it. When I asked him why he places a paper towel inside the hat, he answered, "Well, I got no hair left to keep my head warm. Paper towel does the trick!"

Pat, not to be mistaken with Patty, is a laid-back, hang-eyed totally girl lady. She wears he designer Ralph Lauren eye glasses with purple arms and speaks in the heaviest Wisconsin accent I've ever encountered. I absolutely love Pat! She's great!

Linda – turns out she lives on the same street as me in Celebration!
Beth – turns out she lives on the same street as me in Celebration!
Marlene – turns out she lives on the same street as me in Celebration!

What are the odds?

Marlene is a short little lady, retired nurse who speaks like a rough-around-the-edges Bostonian. (is that the right word for someone from Boston?) The cah is in the yahd. And for some reason she can't keep herself from touching my hair. She has a daughter who is dating a redheaded boy and she says she imagines their kids will look just like me. (Lord, help 'em.)

I am absolutely loving these people. They are the funniest bunch of folks who look at life through the best kind goggles – fun goggles. They laugh at everything. They complain about very little (except Mona, the man-hater). They love life. Amazing.