Happy Valentine's Day, (e:peeps). I wish you all could find the kind of love that i am fortunate enough to have in my life. Simple & uncomplicated, trustworth and solid, yet full of passion and life and verve. I adore the fact that no one else really gets us, 'cause we get us and that's all that matters.

Happy Day, y'all, whether you chose to celebrate it cynically, romanticly or indifferently. Just celebrate it.

I am getting texts from coworkers about the craziness of my job. NOW i totally understand why i got what i called the "26-2 face" of shock and horror during my training last summer. I may need to practice my SCIP-R on friends and family before i go into work this weekend.

I just coloured another bright red stripe in my hair. I am too lazy to do my whole head these days, so i have just been doing a big section at the front. I told myself when i loose a certain amount of weight, i will go get myself Goldwell Elumen-ated.

In bad news, i accepted an overtime shift without looking at my datebook closely enough and i now cannot go to my friend, Kirsten's baby shower. She is due in March and found out recently that she will be having a girl. She's very happy about that. We have plans to eat Mexican together tomorrow for dinner... yum....

It is bad enough they have one of the world's worst tv ads.

I get off work at 11pm. Last evening's shift was a hellish one full of SKIP-R, calls to nurses, emergencies and drama. Full moon fever. I went to Tim Horton's with co-workers to blow off a bit of steam and got home at 1.30am. I went to bed at 2.30am, probably fell asleep by 3am.

This morning at 7.45am, the Stanley Steamer truck struggled to back into the neighbour's driveway. A driveway that is one of those ilegal pads that uses our sidewalk ramp bits and half the time one end of a bigger vehicle blocks our way out. So it can be difficult to get in and out of. Which means the beep beep beep of a vehicle backing up was right outside my bedroom door.

Then, the humming of the vacuums started. And i am cranky. And i hate Stanley Steamer. And i think my neighbour's are assholes. But i thought that before they hired Stanley Steamer.

Work is goint o be peachy tonight.

Oh, and i was supposed to work a double last night. My usual 3pm - 11pm shift follwed immedicately by the 11pm - 7am shift. But, i traded out with someone who wanted nights. Sadly, however, i feel like i didn't get any sleep and worked it anyway.

Ha! Made you look. Nope. Not what you think. Nothing as interesting as a human without clothes.

Friday (could have been Thursday, but it wasn't until Friday that i noticed), i lost my sunglasses. And they just don't make them that dark anymore. I miss them.

And, i lost both my Buffalo Zoo AND (e:strip) bumper magnets. My poor car looks so naked.

Kinda funny what gets into my head sometimes.

I want to go and get my hair coloured. Goldwell has these amazingly cool "fun" colours from a line called Elumen. The pure colour range blows my mind and i heart it so much.

And what could be better than celebrating turning 40 by doing something a 16 year old should want too?

So, you ask, what is my problem? I hate upkeep on those colours. I hate to have to go and fork over the bucks for someone to do what i could do if i could just take my head off, put it on the table and do it myself.

So,i heart it but i am lazy and cheap.

What is a girl to do?