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When breaking up with your stylist…

See this? This was taken today before I went out to the grocery store. Okay, so it isn’t. Not far off…but you get the picture. I haven’t been to my hair stylist since December. Remember December? Christmas, halls decked, before the New Year? Yeah. My bangs have taken the shape of unruly weeds sprouting from my head. I have taken scissors to them, but alas they cover my bottom lip. Again. So back to ‘when breaking up with your stylist…make sure you have another option in the wings. I have none. It’s like I don’t trust anyone else, but I can’t go back to robbing banks before seeing her for my nine week trim. Her price had gotten out of hand, sadly. Like way out of hand. It was either feed the family this Wednesday thru Friday, or get a hair cut. So style has suffered. Whoa is me.

You know how on the show ‘Cheers’, when Norm would come into the bar, everyone would yell, ‘Norm’? Well that appears to be me at the Prime Care Clinic. “Why yes it is me, again. What? You can rattle off my date of birth before I tell you?” Uh, huh…that’s how it’s been this fine winter, melting into spring. Now it appears I have bronchitis. I’m a bit peeved about it, too. I am a HUGE advocate of taking mountains of vitamins, drinking plenty of liquids, getting rest, washing hands, wearing surgical gear to open public doors…you name it. Yet…yet!!! I have had the flu, the strep throat not once, but twice, and now bronchitis. All in the span of 2 months. Lesson learned? Eat the brownies for breakfast, drink that bottle of wine for lunch, and buy that monkey picture that no one will understand, but you love it more than Monet’s, Walk in the Garden. Or whatever Monet painted that everyone knows. For those catching up, I did not buy the monkey holding the camera picture. I was on this kick of saving money, watching my wants and needs and deciphering them best I knew how. Well, little did that help. I waltzed back into the store after only 4 days of willpower and it was gone. Who in the world wanted that ugly picture more than me? *as I beat my head with my fist*

So just do whatever, sickness will find you no matter what fortress of vegetarian slug you’re living under, hoping to cheat death by days or years. Enjoy life! Period.     I will try just as soon as this right lung of mine wants to begin cooperating again and stop being intimidated by all the sludge moving through it.

Well, everyone enjoy this weekend. After the teacher told me upon pick-up of my kids today, to make sure and not bring them next week for spring break, I decided I have to find alternative plans for them. May the good times begin…and may Monday not find them in my office as I begin the work week. 🙂

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And that just happened

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Don’t let the picture fool ya!

So I’m sitting outside my daughter’s school, waiting for play practice to get out, and my car begins freaking out. The locks begin clicking…the lights come on and go out, dim, and become brighter. I’m like ‘what’s going on?’ Within seconds, all goes black. “Are you freaking kidding me?”

Before the parking lot is abandoned, I go to a nearby car and kindly ask the woman if she has jumper cables. I know what you’re thinking…that girl has mad jumper cable skills. Ooh quite the contrary. Girl has no clue when it comes to the transfer of battery power via red and black cables.  So surprisingly she has this nifty emergency bag (she’s not once had a need for probably) and inside is a set of tiny little cables. Bingo. “Now I’ll just call a boy”, I said. “Better yet”, she replied…”I’ll try to go and find a boy”.

Short version of lesson is…why don’t they have a class, given in school, before anyone is allowed to graduate and demonstrate the fine art of “emergency situations and how to adapt”. Changing a tire knowledge would be nice…building a porch would stand out as a great category. Or, how about repairing a leaking faucet. I don’t know about you, but it would be a great change to not have to depend on someone else for things I could know myself, given the proper education. I mean once I’m out in the big bad world, finding a person with a set of unusable cables is about the best I can do. 😦

On to the hair situation. I left you last time with the cliffhanger of my short hair…will it grow, is it growing, am I wearing wigs? Well, I’ve been shampooing with biotin enhanced stuff, eating biotin gummies, massaging my scalp every chance I get, and yanking on the ends at least five time a day. Results…nada, nothing, not an inch. I will say though, it is a bit liberating. Sort of like a boy. Never does it fall into my eyes, blow in the wind, or get tangled after washing. I’m going to miss this little hot mess one day…oh, let it be tomorrow!

In other news of my oldest child…he’s the one in college. Fresh from the feathered nest of home. Where I cooked for, cleaned for, and washed for. Not to mention, sometimes thought for. Not all the time. He is eighteen, after all. But I was shocked to hear news today of him taking on a job without even the slightest text, tweet, or message to me to ask my opinion. I mean it was only last week he wanted me to look at a screen shot of his throat to give advice on seeing a doctor. His FIRST job? Say what? Who cares…he took it. Still no call..*crickets*

Moving on to a health note: My throat is extremely sore. Maybe I got whatever he sent me over in the picture. 🙂 No, seriously…it’s been hurting since the weekend. I powered up and took gads of vitamins. Which I think only trapped the junk in pockets of the throat lining. I’m not unable to breathe, but something just ain’t right. I couldn’t even sing to my power hour of happy songs playlist, on the way to work today. bummer.

One last thing to mention…smallest child came home without a coat. Okay, so it’s in the 40’s here–32 degrees in the mornings. He’s been out sick with a fever for the past 3 days. 3 days! And all because he went out to recess last week and stepped in the saturated playground, thus getting his socks, shoes, and pants drenched in muddy water. Yes! He was able to squish all the day long in water, thus not grabbing the attention of his award winning teacher. How does this happen? So today, after 3 days out for a virus/asthma induced sickness (by way of soaked shoes), his coat came up M.I.A. When asked if he wore it for recess, of course the answer was no. He couldn’t find it. So where is it? And why didn’t someone…oh, I don’t know…like a teacher ask this important question and not let anyone leave the class until it was found. Inquiring minds will never know. I’m off to find a makeshift coat for tomorrow.

Until next time. 🙂