Sigh

We're still waiting for the results. This makes me nervous.

I must admit though, sitting in my mom's ward is highly fascinating. There are people with all sorts of illnesses. Pneumonia, heart problems, head cases (sorry mom) and other weird and wonderful ailments.
There are about 4 elderly women. Elderly, as in 85- 92.
I feel so sorry for them. They are so frail and quite frankly they've lost their marbles (and teeth.)
This one woman wanders down the passage into the different wards looking for magazines that don't exist; she likes to sit at the edge of my mom's bed and excitedly tell us (over and over and over again) that she cannot wait for her trip to Hollywood. She's leaving tomorrow with her husband (apparently) and yet she has been booked into the ward for 2 weeks. She wants to teach my mom Bridge, but she can't remember the game.
It is the saddest thing ever. She also disappears. She goes walkies and the nurses are forced into a huge goose chase. My mom's room was right outside the nurses station and so the nurses actually moved my mom to a "younger" room so that they could put this little old lady in my mom's place, to keep an eye on her at all times.
Poor thing.

I went for a drink last night. I needed one. Um... yes...about that one.
Damn. I got home at 00h30, feeling tipsy and feeling as if my toes were going to fall off.
I needed a good night out with mates who make me wet myself in hyseria, who make me dance prono-dance moves and who are just so supportive!

I'm glad it's the weekend...oh and guess what? I'm over the brunette vibe. Tomorrow when visiting hours are over, I'm going to allow my locks to take a trip down memory lane and visit their childhood residency. Blondeville.

Have a good weekend x

My findings...

Is it possible that changing your hair colour changes how people treat you? For F sakes, it's just hair dye! (Sorry to go on, but this is so new for me)

I have noticed that some girls at work are treating me differently. It's not that they've ever been horrible to me, but it's always been a polite hello and a few pleasantries and that's about it.
All of a sudden, they're super friendly, cracking jokes and complimenting me.
I think it's "racist" towards blondes! Haha!

Before I say this...I'd like it to be noted that: I do not notice often unless it's BLATANT and I do not thrive on it either.
Good. With that out the way; I have noticed that men do not "check me out" as much. The ones that do are all mediterranean though. Weird.

People still don't recognise me and I've noticed how fickle my industry is.
I arrived at a venue for a birthday dinner. They had comedians there and the entrance fee was R50. Perfect.
I opened my wallet and noticed I only had R40 and not enough coins to make up the other R10.
As I looked up to ask if they had a debit card facility, I noticed the owner of the comedy club standing behind the door lady. I know him quite well, so obviously I smiled at him and greeted him. He looked at me as if to say: "Sweetheart, you can smile all you like but that's not getting you in for free."
It was so blatant and I started laughing, "Oi! Mister...it's me! Blondie!"
He did such a double take and immediately changed his attitude, "Oh!! Blondie!!! I didn't recognise you...come in; come in!!"
Fickle.

Being brunette has been fascinating. I am still having more blonde moments than ever before.
This morning I walked into work. The same door I have walked through for years now. It wouldn't open. Is it locked? I knock on the door and I am struggling to open it. I look at people who are seriously amused. WTF is going on here? Am I being Punk'd? Is Ashton Kutcher going to pop out from a taxi and rush at me with 5 camera men? And if that is the case, thanks Murphy's for not allowing me to look fucking sensational...you know, blow waved hair, perfect make-up artist applied make-up, dressed in a cute, sexy and slimming outfit.
No camera men or Ashton. Pity.
Just Blogshell pushing and pushing on the door...pushing on a door for 1 minute...pushing on a door that had the largest PULL sign on it.
Fabulous.

I'm going to the Jozi Comedy Festival at Monte Casino tonight and I'm super excited! Hooray!

I'm also going to party my weekend away with Blondie 2 (or does she become Blondie 1 now?) and Special K, my man and my twin.
Woohoo!!
Oh yes and I'm loving Wimbledon tennis!! I am so excited for the weekend!

Have a wicked one!

2nd blog of the day -aren't you lucky? Ha!

Well, it seems I am having MORE blonde moments than ever before. Is that possible? A-ha! I have just uncovered a conspiracy theory. It's the BRUNETTES who are actually the ones palming off their silliness on blondes. I'm onto you!
Seriously, is it possible?
The funny thing is that mentally I am still blonde, right, so there I am doing silly things and shouting out: "Oh well, I'm blonde!"
People who haven't known me before look at me like I'm a little strange...or colour blind.
Odd.

I finished work this morning and went up to visit the gals in marketing. They're brilliant, fun, quirky and a bag of laughs! I have great relationships with them and we all speak to each other fabulously, like: "What's happenin' sexy biatches?"
As you do.

I eventually got out of work and went home. As I got home my phone rang and it stated that it was Private Number (I never answer these, well, hardly ever.)
BB:"Blogshell hello?"
Redd: "Hi Blogshell, it's Redd!"
BB: "Hey you sexy lady!"
Silence.
BB: "What's up biatch?"
Silence.
BB: "Hello?"
Redd: "I think you have the wrong person. This is Redd....your boss."
They share the same bloody name and I had Redd from marketing on the brain.
I wanted to die. I wanted to cancel the call and hope like hell Groundhogs day actually exists.

I'm back at work now and have a birthday party to go to tonight. I can't drink though because I'm back at work tomorrow at 04h30.
I cannot tell you how fun that is in winter!

Poke me...I dare ya!

I'm getting used to this brunette hair (don't tell anyone) and I'm getting quite a thrill when people do a double take! I'm just going to take it as a good sign. I'm also giggling to myself when I walk down the corridors and people walk straight past me. I'll greet them, they'll greet back super politely as if I'm a client. In my head I count: 5-4-3-2-1 and they turn around: "Blogshell!! Oh my God!!!"
Oh how I amuse myself.
This change was exactly what I needed.

Oh and while I said I was going to close down my Facebook site...we all know that I really wasn't going to. I had every intention of it, but seriously... let's face it (pun intended.) Do I want to really cut myself off from the world? Do I really want to stop being a part-time voyeur? I think not.
Even though there was cyber-bullying going on, I'm not allowing "them" to affect me anymore and quite frankly I'm learning *slowly* that people will do and say what they want anyway.
It annoys me but I'm over it.
So... I want to ask a question that most people will probably scoff at, like: "Oh my word! She doesn't know what that is?? How far behind is she???"
What the HELL is the facebook poke?
Are you poking me as in...nudge; nudge or is it rude? Are you poking me as in...grrrr and light up a ciggie after the awesome experience??
WTF is the facebook poke?
All I can say is it's ANNOYING. So-and-so has poked you. Would you like to poke back?
Sure. Why not.
Did it make my day? Did it make yours?
I doubt it. Send me a bloody message, write on my wall, give me a free gift, give me a growing gift even...but bloody hell...you wanna poke me?
So that's something I was wondering.

Oh and my new word is: ADORABLE!
I can't seem to use it enough. It's just...adorable! You're adorable.

Wow...my world is super exciting, isn't it? I thought being brunette would make me smarter! Go figure!
;-p

OK, so that's what my post was for about an hour and I just couldn't leave it like that. Disgusting.
So, I got this email and thought I would share it:


1. You can ONLY answer Yes or No to the questions below!
2. You are NOT ALLOWED to explain ANYTHING unless someone EMAILS you and Asks!

Kissed someone on your email list?
YES
Had feelings for someone who didn't have them back?
YES
Been arrested?
NO
Kissed someone you didn't like?
YES
Ever got your heart broken?
YES
Fallen asleep at work/school?
NO
Held a snake?
YES
Been suspended from school?
NO
Broke any bones?
YES
Did karaoke?
YES
Did something you told yourself you wouldn't?
YES
Laughed until something you were drinking came out your nose?
NO
Been in love?
YES
Kissed in the rain?
YES
Sang in the bath.
YES
Sat on a rooftop
YES
Been pushed into a pool with all your clothes?
YES
Shaved your head?
NO
Blacked out from drinking?
YES
Played a prank on someone?
YES
Felt like killing someone
YES
Made your girlfriend/boyfriend or husband/wife cry?
YES
Was in a band?
YES
Shot a gun?
NO
Ever slapped anyone?
YES
Donated Blood?
NO
Proposed to someone?
NO
Still love someone you shouldn't?
NO
Think about the future?
YES
Believe in love?
YES
Sleep on a certain side of the bed?
YES

There! I feel much better now!

Blondie is Brownie

I don't know if I'm allowed to be the Blonde Blogshell anymore. I went to the hairdresser yesterday to basically touch up my blonde highlights and walked out a brunette. A deep dark chocolate brunette. I was quiet the entire time the dye was being applied. My stomach was a knot, but I kept reminding myself it's just hair colour.
I will never touch my length ever again and I've been a little bored of my blonde...and yet...I've never been brave enough.
I bit the bullet and did it. I mean it's not like I'm going all Britney Spears and shaving my head or chopping the lot off... it's just brunette.
I sobbed. Oh did I cry. I cried when I tried so hard not to. I had my hairdresser looking at me, his assistant and the other patrons all looking at me, while my lip quivered, the lump in my throat rose and my eyes watered. Eventually my face just crumpled and I ended up crying! It was such a shock to see and it's not that I don't like it, I just have to get used to it. I'm so used to seeing light blonde hair around my face...for 25 years...that seeing dark was...WEIRD!!

I really have to get used to it.

Don't have much to blog at the moment... no real news... but hey... here's my rivetting post!!

Love Brownie

PS> I'm finally going to find out: Do Blondes really have more fun??