A New Attitude

I gotta say, I'm kinda loving not working. Now, I know that my job is to study, and I think that is what is making this time of unemployment a lot more pleasurable than when I was in MO. I have something to motivate my days, but I still have the free time to run errands and somehow keep our house from looking like one of these crazy tornadoes hit it. I feel like I am finally able to get a handle on things that we have been putting off since we moved here (almost a year ago!) I am even thinking about moving some things around in the garage so we can actually use it to park in (before it hits 107 degrees again.)

Today was a big day. I chopped my hair off and got "strawberry blonde" highlights added to it. I have been introducing this "red" idea around, and no one has really had anything to say about it one way or the other. Well, my mother actually made some sort of noise that sounded like she was going to regurgitate her lunch, but I ignored that. I am actually now remembering sitting at the dinner table in elementary school asking my dad questions to see just what I could get away with without making him angry. I remember asking, "Well, what if I dyed my hair blue dad?" (He said if that was the worst thing I ever did he could probably live with it.)

ANYWAY - I went to a completely new hair person and told her I was sick of the 3 hairstyles I have had for my entire life. I also added that I wanted some "auburn" highlights added in there. She kept saying, "I'm kind of afraid to do something so drastic because you may never come back." I finally said, "If you don't, I don't think I am going to come back. I am so tired of looking at this mess." She started cutting and I absolutely love what she did. I was so thrilled at the end, I gave her a big hug (I think that took her off guard) and bought 2 new products (that took Mike off guard.) I accidentally left the bag of product on the kitchen table, rather than taking them upstairs to the bathroom, and Mike thought I had bought him something. Oops!

Mike did get a package in the mail today and it's contents had us laughing hysterically. His parent's are selling the house Mike has lived in since he was in high school. We keep getting these random packages (because I think his parents are just trying to get rid of stuff.) However, this one was awesome. It had several of Mike's school/athletic club ID's from when he was about 12. It also included a baseball that everyone on his team signed when he played Little League. The best thing in there though, were the baseball CARDS that Mike had of himself. Picture an 10 year old Mike in his baseball uniform, bat ready to swing and a very serious face. When you turn the card around, you get his 'stats." Example: Favorite subject, best friend etc. The following three are my favorite (remember this is from 1992).
1.) What you will be when you grow up: A vet (that may be his next school venture....)
2.) What is your favorite food: Lobster (seriously?? When you are 11?? What happened to cheeseburgers?)
3) Where will you be in 20 years? Married. (Just barely made that one buddy.)

Anyway, it was really cute, and I asked if I could have one to send to my parents. He said no and then mysteriously disappeared. I just went to grab one so I could you write the stats on here and I think he has hidden them somewhere....

Let's see...one more thing. Yesterday, I was running around and went into Office Max to pick up printer paper. I probably talked to three people about paper, and why some paper is more expensive then others.(I'm frugal these days.) For the record, I spoke only to males. Once I made my purchase I got back in the car and glanced in the rear view mirror. The earrings I had on were fine, but one of them had ANOTHER earring hanging off of it. NO ONE TOLD ME! This is the reason to check yourself before you walk out the door! I sat humiliated in the car for a minute before I headed to Kroger. I walked into the store to pick up some things for supper and noticed the lady waiting at the deli counter had a big label stuck on the back of her pants. I went straight over and told her, and explained my own embarrassment at Office Max. Her words: "God Bless You!" I started laughing. So, if you see a woman (whether you are male or female) and there seems to be something amiss, let's assume she is not trying to be the next big fashion icon - she just didn't think to look in the mirror on her way out the door!

Enjoy your week!