Stuck in the middle with poo.

So I got my hair dyed yesterday and it is like, totally heinous. I was all, back to my root color please! What did I end up with? Fucking laguna beach barbie train wreck that's what. I am somewhere between dirty blonde and light brown and far far away from myself. Seriously, my eyebrows are REALLY dark. So were my roots. that is my natural color. It wasn't just the blonde playing tricks with your eyes. I have hair the color of night. Minus one or two shades. We are getting dye from the salon tomorrow to redo it at home. Like Hell I am going back to the salon! This is why I box dye. (Some punch the pouty mouthed bitch in that picture. GOD. Who does she think she is? Queen of Highlights?)

Third Times a Charm.

Hopefully this will be my last post of the day, because if it's not I will have to chain myself to the opposite end of the room as my laptop.

While 3 posts in one day may seem like a little too much, I feel this one is most important as it is actually not my third, but forth post of the day. Where is the real third post you ask? On my real sweet new food blog - Oh My Vegan Life.

Brief synopsis of OMVL - I explore the world of veganism, cook meat for 60+ children, fry bacon on the daily for my boyfriend and do it all on the brokest of broke budgets. This means that I will be posting most of my food adventures and cravings and recipes on this new blog and streamlining "So I Said..." (or simply kmudry.blogspot.com) into a new and improved place where I write hilarious thoughts and grievances about people and whales and Zealand (please see May 16th 2009) but not about food.

All for blogging and blogging for food!

Who is laughing? iI'll sock it to them.

Is MTV making a some kind of new sitcom about my life? No? Well then who keeps making all these awful jokes happen to me?

For example: the watch that I can't find but can hear beep everyday at 6:30 am.
Or the constant rain on my two week vacation.
Or the piece of random food caught between my teeth that WILL NOT come out.

Here is the kicker - I FINALLY find my phone charger after a month and a half of disconnect. Now I can't find my phone.

Dear MTVagface: I am rating this parody of my life as subpar. Like so subpar you wouldn't even make it to the auditions line up for So you Think You Can Dance. You'd be stopped before you left your house in your undersized spandex and oversized jazz shoes and be replaced by Big Bird. Now give me back my phone.

A Posh Post

So my 72 minutes of megavideo ran up half way through the first season of "The Next Iron Chef" so I had to find some other amazing show to watch while scanning slides of my grandma from the 60's. I don't know how it happened, why I haven't seen this before, and why this isn't the number one show on tv, but I feel my life is far more complete now thanks to Victoria Beckham: Coming to America. The Beckhams are how I dream of married life.



She knew she was my favorite Spice for a reason.

A Dark and Stormy Return.

Dear blogosphere,

I am back. Yes I know - HALLELUIA! If only for a brief two week stint before I return to the wilderness and throngs of pubescent boys and girls (summer camp). In the following days I will give you months worth of blogging and you might become overwhelmed, so this is your official warning - too hilarity might ensue. or not. but probably.

While there is many a blog to be written on running, puberty, the Juile/Julia Project and my latest endeavor called "Oh my Vegan Life" this evenings entry will be a simple conversation starter from me to you - So how bout hurricane Calgary? Am I right?

Last night with the window open the winds were so strong we (the BF and I) had to put a dresser in front of the door to keep it from blowing open. It is storming again tonight and I am very afraid that the electricity will go out and my Herb and Parmesean bread that is in the oven will be destroyed. Not that I didn't already destroy it by using shitty instant yeast, but that's for an other post.