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Yesterday was a GREAT DAY!  It’s been a really long, long time since I had a great day.  It was so nice to be able to be both relaxed and productive simultaneously.


First, I got rid of M. for several hours while he went to his school to arrange for his LAST semester.  WOOT!  Unfortunately, he got talked into taking 4 credit hours extra despite the fact that he’s going to miss almost two months of school due to Army obligations (i.e. trips to Japan and a school for sergeants).  Sounds like a recipe for disaster to me, but what do I know (insert giant eye roll)?  And, he’s still thinking about working on top of all of this.  Obviously, I don’t give him enough to do around the house in spite of my mother’s disapproving looks when I tell her he’s home washing dishes (Mom- Do you ever wash dishes anymore?  Me- Not unless he’s gone more than 2 days.  I often have to defend my decision to give him chores…he only goes to school 3 hrs a day…the vast majority of his time is spent making sure the couch doesn’t float away…I think he’ll live…when he goes to work, I’ll gladly return to my June Cleaver ways…he daydreams about those days). 


While M. was gone I managed to get two days worth of my school work done (coincidence? I think not) before getting a panic inducing message about the car.  The night before, the mechanic told us we’d need a new transmission, and Will had worked one of his back room deals to get us one for $400 (meaning our total bill would have been somewhere around $700…just barely doable).  Yesterday morning, the mechanic called and said he was checking it out again and to call him before we bought the other transmission.  When I called him back, he told me it was fixed and the bill was just $150!  WOOT, again!  It turned out that the filter was clogged.  If it hadn’t been so cheap to fix, I’d have been really pissed because when I had the transmission serviced at the dealer they were supposed to replace the filter.  SOBs!


Happily solvent again, I picked up the car and went into town to pick M. up at school.  He and I went to DeRidder to see if the Sears there had an electric weed trimmer (M. killed mine the other day, but it was 5yrs old…I highly recommend the electric Craftsman weed trimmer with the hassle free line), and to get groceries.  I’ve decided to do a combo version of the Fit for Life diet and the Somersize diet (I think it’s pretty close to the South Beach one too…but I couldn’t find enough info on the South Beach diet to be sure) where we have fruit for breakfast, a veggie/carb/bean meal (fat free only…most likely a veggie sandwich or a Mexican flavored burrito) for lunch, and a veggie/meat/cheese/fat meal at dinner (no bread or other carbs).  The result is almost no processed foods (we bought bread because I just don’t have the time right now to bake my own) and a very unhappy M. this morning.  Again, he’ll live.  We’re not trying to lose any weight right now, just clear out our systems.


Then I did something positively out of character.  On a whim, I walked into the Walmart there and got myself a $15 haircut without carrying in so much as a picture.  Calm down and breathe.  lol  It actually came out rather well.  I picked something from a book, and the stylist did a pretty great job at recreating it  (I promise to put up a pic in a couple of days…I bought hair dye too and I’m debating about going ahead with it).  Usually, I pick a celebrity and get that hairstyle (Marilyn Monroe or Tiffany Amber Thiessen…in other words a short layer cut or a long layer cut…not the hardest or most original cuts to do, but they work with my soft curls).  This time it came out a little differently, but I couldn’t quite figure out what it reminded me of.  Then I stepped in front of the bathroom mirror last night and it hit me.  I have Flashdance hair!  All I need is a bucket of water thrown over my head.  It is tres sexy!


I was in such a good mood that I hit shuffle on my Radio Honeywine playlist on the Windows Media Player.  In an uncharacteristically spontaneous act (well, uncharacteristic of the past year), M. got off the couch and we did a home version of Prom 2008 to “our song” (Bryan Adams’ “Everything I Do I Do It For You”).  Yep, it was a pretty awesome day.


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Just don’t yell at me.  It had to be done.  It’s been in the upper 80’s here for most of the last 2 weeks and it isn’t going to get much cooler.  Poor Pascal was so hot that he lay around panting most of the time.  So I did this… 


He sho do look like a poodle now!

I’ve heard nothing but bitching ever since.  Every time someone sees him they complain about it.  Will and Dave shave their heads in the summer to keep cool, but they keep complaining, “He doesn’t even look like our dog anymore! (did you catch the OUR there? where were they when he was a baby sleeping on my stomach for 18 hours a day?)”  Pas has been way friskier since I clipped him all the way down (he should be…I’m pretty sure there’s another dog somewhere in that 9inch ball of fur I took off him).  Though, in the future I will leave his face alone.  He looks better with a fuzzy beard.    

Alas, dear internet, this may be my last post for a while (unless I feel the need to hide out from my inlaws).  We leave tomorrow afternoon, and I haven’t even had time to tell you all about today’s visit with Sexy Doctor (it was awesome…I’m glad his staff doesn’t have to keep secrets from people like ‘you’re dying in 2 weeks’ because they are NOT big on subtlety…they kept sneaking peeks at us…problem is I don’t know if they were trying to see me or Tina because Tina tried to add Sexy Doctor to her myspace…but he’s making sure I have time to find out by demanding to see Mom every month for the next few months…he wasn’t supposed to see her today…it was supposed to be his PA, but he made a point to stand around and chat for a while…better believe I was wearing the Industrial Cotton good booty jeans) nor did I get to tell you about my $1000 car repair (our mechanic Single Charles, who Tina’s all about, lent us a van to get home until tomorrow because our brake line split wide open in addition to the $1k car repair…if we hadn’t had Mom with us, he was offering to drive us home and pick us up in the morning….cute available men driving you around, that’s what I call service…poor Tina, it’s a golden opportunity that may never come again…darn).  Oh well, I promise to come back with pics and tales from the darkside!  lol  See ya’ll soon!

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What are the benefits of Mom being high for almost 2 weeks?  Bwahaha!  Mom let me cut her hair.  I’ve been trying to get her to let me cut it for months.  And before someone wonders if I’m being really cruel to her…we have tried to get her to go get a professional to do it, but she only wants Ethel at the Fantastic Sam’s to do it and we just haven’t had the time to get her out there (We only go to the “big town” of Alexandria once a month to take M. to drill and it tends to fall at a time when either Mom won’t go or the shop is closed.).  So when she was in the hospital and I was pulling knots out of her hair (or as she put it ‘you’re a pullin’ me bald headed!’) I told her the minute I got her home I was cutting it.  She agreed (ahhh…morphine drips…if only I could arrange them for her without the hospital visit…like when she starts randomly spouting Sue Johanson’s sex tips…although I did learn how to make my own nipple clamps).  Part way through she started whining in a high pitch and motioning at her hair laying on the table beside her.  Apparently, she had been planning to send it to Locks of Love, but she didn’t tell me that and I didn’t think of it myself.  She kept saying, “That would make wigs for 2 little kids.”  I was sorry and she was right.   

But that hits upon the main problem she and I have had these last few weeks.  She tells me to do something without filling me in on her entire plan.  ‘Move my arm’ seems to mean ‘Move my arm counter clockwise at a 112 degree elevation opposite my clavicle.’  It’s not that she has trouble letting you know what she wants.  It’s that she leaves out details that are obvious only to her.  Hence, her hair started out as a simple bob with bangs and fringe around her face.   


Then she kept saying, “I want it 3 inches long all over.”  That wasn’t going to happen.  Mostly because MY plan was to cut her hair with M.’s hair clippers almost like Bob’s Big Boy (she’s got the chubby cheeks, the same coloring, and overalls are always appropriate…if you have cataracts lol).  That’s pretty much what Ethel does to it, and Mom likes it just fine especially after Ethel curls the top and fluffs it up into a classic old lady style.  She wouldn’t let me use the clippers, and a straight bob or bangs are really my only go-to’s when it comes to cutting hair with scissors.  I wasn’t about to cut her hair too short because then if she hated it not even Ethel could fix it.   

So I began to experiment, and I finally got even for the last haircut she gave me.  I was 15 and had managed to avoid her makeovers for several years when someone told her she could layer long hair by pulling it up into a ponytail and cutting it.  Yeah…not so much.  Maybe there’s another trick to it, but it didn’t work when I was 15 and it didn’t work on Mom yesterday (I looked like I had my hair cut by a fellow prisoner in a Lifetime movie).  Instead, I started just randomly chopping up the back of her hair, and danged if it didn’t turn out almost not horrible.  Who knew???  I’m glad no one else was around because I felt like Johnny Depp in Edward Scissorhands.  Tina came home and when I asked her what she thought, she whispered, “It’s not bad.”  You don’t whisper “not bad” because that’s a success in my book!   


And since she was still high, I took advantage and put lime green sparkle eyeshadow and rose lip gloss on her.  😀


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