Do Anything But We MUST FIX THE HAIR!

This is me trying to take a picture of myself so you can see my tremendously large awesome earrings. You know the ones I bought after testing because I have an addiction? Yes those. These are the biggest ones I have. No I take that back, I grabbed some others that were so cool, and looked like Indian dream catchers with lots of little beads.

OK. I digress.....

Those were TOO big. They were 6 inches long and at least 3 inches wide. They were so heavy they pulled the earlobe into a slit. Seriously these things were heavy. Not only that, I had to get a little sling thing going on to turn my head so they'd fall over my shoulder. You know, one of those where you kind of fling your head real quick and then the earring is hanging down your back instead of your front. Yes, I said 'down' your back! God, it was ridiculously funny. Much, much too big. But still cool, I just can't wear them. So they'll hang on my earring holder as a reminder at how stupid I can be sometimes. It's just that at the checkout the guy said, 'If you get another pair you can have them a half price!' So I just grabbed those because they had caught my attention. No thought given. None at all. Now these earrings I have on are manageable and lightweight. And not too bad, in my humble opinion.

Enough about earrings. Remember they're my drug so you'll probably be hearing more about them.

You people who can take pictures of yourselves with your digital cameras and make them look good....well you suck. This is one of....oh....I.....don't know....maybe a dozen; trying to get a decent shot so you could see the earrings and I don't really suck too bad at the way I look, so this one got the vote. Maybe I'll get the hang of it.

Today I decided, well yesterday, or maybe the day before, hell I can't remember, anyway I looked in the mirror and all of a sudden there it is staring back at you.....ROOTS!
"Oh shit, I need my hair done and I need it done NOW."

So that's what I did today, went and got the works done. So we had to FIX THE HAIR! AT ALL COSTS YOU MUST FIX THE HAIR! Jodie did a good job.

I actually feel as if I'm making progress here. Of course I haven't started working on cleaning the house the way it should be, at least not yet. I think my self imposed 'relax and de-stress' from school is probably officially over. I really don't have a good excuse to lay around and be useless, the worst is over. The written test will come up next week and I think it will be okay. As they say at school; If you can get through our daily tests: our 210 test, our 300 test, our 540 test and our 700 test and pass, well, you'll pass 110 questions on your theory for boards. Don't sweat it. So you know what, I'm really not. Now watch life throw a wrench in it and for some reason I miss too many because I had several brain farts all in a row. Enough Donna......deep.....deep breaths. The worst is over. CLEAN YOUR HOUSE!

After the hair thing today I stopped by the beauty supply store and bought nail polish and then stopped by the jeweler next door to ask about resizing my mom's rings. I think it will be a bit pricey because I want them to go over my thumb joints then fit fairly snug and since I'm older and those joints are bit larger than they used to be (age sucks) it's gonna cost more....maybe. The Jeweler said he'd have to see them and see what he could come up with. He's terrific and very good at what he does. And it shows by the way he's swamped all the time.

It was such a nice day even though there were blackclouds hanging overhead and up north which looked as if they could turn into tornadoes at any second. Sounds like an oxymoron doesn't it but it was kind of neat. I like storms as long as they don't damage property. So I figured a quick trip to Sonic for a root beer (another vice) and then on home. Most people would hurry home, me, I've got to have a rootbeer at all costs. Once on the highway I had lightening streak from the sky in a straight line and hit the ground right in front of my car just seconds before I drove where it struck. I've never seen anything like it. Straight down, BAM! I bet if the windows were down I could have smelled the ozone in the air. I wondered what would happen if I'd been just a second later and it hit the car or the windshield. Would it strike me dead? Would I be electrocuted? Then I decided with some relief that at least my corpse would have a nice hair do, provided it didn't go up in smoke of course! LOL Okay NOT funny, but hey, we have to laugh at life right? Otherwise I'd be ranting, raving and crying, like I've been doing nearly everyday for the last year after school. Did I mention that I'm thankful God made tranquilizers?

Yes I am.

But wasn't it Confucius that said: The journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step? I think it was something like that. Well, that's it for now. I was going to tell you all about my testing experience in more detail. It's actually sort of humorous now that I'm not doing it, but I don't think I'll dwell on it tonight.

"Nothings gonna stop us now"
Jefferson Starship

Donna, WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN????

Oh, I've been around. So much was going on and the last thing I wanted to do was blog about it. Seemed like I didn't have much time to waste sitting at the computer and typing! My personal journals even went down the toilet long about, oh, uhm...let's see about April of 2008. That's when I started Beauty School. That's a long story, let's suffice it to say, it's over and done with now and I'm out. Yeah me! On the journal side of things, my kids are probably secretly relieved, this way they won't have so many to deal with when I'm dead. I mean, who wants to read the rantings of a dead woman???

Before that my father in law was sick with cancer, which I've written about and during that time my mom became ill with lung cancer. She didn't last as long as Harold did. She died in November of 2007 and then Harold followed in February of 2008. From those times it was a blur of hard work; cleaning out their homes and disbursing of things or storing, whichever needed to be done. Then selling Harold's house. God, I hate real estate people! Then I went right into school. So I guess you could say we still have all that going through belongings to deal with. Something needs to be done, I can't hardly move through my house, nor my garage.

Two more grandchildren came onto the scene. They're getting bigger. But getting through school was the biggie. It's done, it's over and guess what? I DIDN'T KILL MYSELF! Okay, this is a BIG DEAL, seriously! So half the testing is done. I've only got the written to go. Had the big test Monday, the hands-on one, the one that makes people want to throw up or throw themselves off the top of a building, whichever opportunity presents itself first, or maybe both. I didn't do either one.

Miraculously.

I did drive myself a little bit more insane than I do on a regular basis. It's over. Hope I passed. I'd hate to have to take it again, although if I do, I know more of what to expect. Hopefully next time while demonstrating a haircut the clamp won't come loose, which holds my doll head, and send it rolling across the floor while I stand there stunned with scissors and comb in hand. Yes that DID HAPPEN!

What did I do you ask? I rolled my eyes and calmly retrieved my doll, like it happens all the time, re-clamped her and began cutting again. All I can say is thank God they make tranquilizers!

When it was all over I calmly walked out with my head held high, looking like I knew what I was doing, walked to my car, and called my instructor where I began to fall apart while I retold the entire story to her. Yes, it was the rantings of a mad woman. Of course, she's used to me.

THEN I went and bought earrings. Those always make me feel better. I guess it's turned into my own personal vice. Some people buy heroin, I buy earrings. Doesn't seem odd to me???

After I graduated on April 16th I read the entire Twilight series in about three days. Loved the books. Christine Feehan's novels are far more sexual but the Twilight series are for 12 and up, so no steamy sex, but good anyway.

Now we wait for test results and take another test.

One Down....5 More To Go!

Yesterday this semester ended and I actually made it! I had my doubts about getting the last of the assignments in, but I persevered and sure enough..they got in. So it's one semester down and 5 more to go to a Bachelor's Degree. And..maybe not even 5, maybe only four, it depends on rescuing 3 lousy little credits from another school. But I'll do it, even if they are holding them hostage for $50. Which I might add is a rip-off from them, but that's another story I'm not getting into here. At least, not right now. I don't want to spoil my mood, which is good. And, trust me, we want to keep those good moods going in me.

Maybe I'll just update from other posts here since I'm not feeling anything witty or biting to write about. The nursing home saga I started here at the beginning of March is coming to a close, well at least the first chapter of it. Harold's been in a skilled facility having physical therapy every day to help him learn to walk with a walker. And he's a tough old bird. He continually proves me wrong. When he ended up in ER after falling down steps and lying there for 27 hours I thought he'd die in the hospital. He was the closest thing to death imaginable. Everything was giving out and he had that bone cancer to boot. So a couple of doses of chemo and dear old Humana made him leave the hospital because he was 'improving'. Off he went to the only nursing home they'd pay for, which was a hole and within three days they managed to tear down two weeks worth of fixing. Back to the hospital. Then to a skilled nursing facility which is where he's been for awhile now. I never thought he'd ever walk again.

I'll be damned! Then one day he was up walking with the assistance of a walker. Weeks worth of physical therapy actually paid off. The verdict came down: he's getting better so let's kick him out. So, now the assisted living facility. That would be up here where we live. Which is good, not so much city running. But, that means moving some of his home furniture to a small apartment here in a nursing home. April 13th has been deemed the day he must leave. Hmm....Jeez what a day to be doing something like that!

Last week the doctors discovered my mom has lung cancer. That was a diagnosis out of nowhere I didn't think would happen. Sort of like getting slapped with a giant invisible hand across the face when you least expected it. I have no idea where that will go, but I had two sisters die from lung cancer. It was awful to watch. I'm not looking forward to that again. But....that was 14 years ago I think they've improved treatments. And since I always see the glass half empty I'm expecting the worst.

Uhmm....Oh! I am so vindicated on this mouse saga! Again we smelled rotting little bodies only this time they were in the basement. Dear hubby goes down to search for them, only to find a nest of mom and her babies all curled up dead. In a way it was kind of sad, in another I'm friggin' happy about it because of all their mess they left behind. Little shits! So guess what he found in the nest with them? The DCon sacks! Remember I told you he laughed at me when I thought they took the bag too? Uhuh....well....they DID take the bags!! Two of them to be exact, right there in mom's little mouse home. I wanted to be all smug. I wanted to strut around the house with my chest puffed out. Men...they think they know EVERYTHING! But did I point that out to him?? No I kept my mouth shut and was all smug inside my brain. Damnit!

Maggie has been sick lately. I was relieved when the announcement of the tainted pet foods didn't include hers. Then they came out with the brand I was feeding her, Alpo. But..it was the food in gravy, which isn't what they get fed. That's when the puking started. I immediately threw it all away. Why take chances? Hell, that could be tainted too they just don't know it yet. I started cooking for them instead. She was still a little Puke Monster for a week. Finally I went to our vet and was telling him about it. He asked, "Well did you change foods?"

"Well yes, I started cooking for her but she's still sick."

He looks thoughtful, "What are you cooking for her?"

"Well, ground beef, peas, diced potatoes in mushroom sauce."

He's nodding his head and says, "How much did you make?"

"Oh I made a whole pot full to last, why?"

"Sounds delicious, do you have any left?"

I laughed at him. I told him I did but yesterday they got some of the Easter dinner.

He perks up, 'What was that?"

"Spiral cut ham with honey spiced glaze, mashed potatoes, gravy, green beans, rolls, sweet potatoes, why?"

Shakes his head practically in tears...."Damn, I wish I ate that good!"

What a funny man. I did ask him what dog food I would be safe giving and he told me he wouldn't use any of them right now. The lists change so fast he can't even keep up with them. "Keep cooking for them, it's safer." Isn't that a helluva note? You can't trust anybody anymore. Today it's dogs and cats with tainted food. How long before it's our food? What is the PROBLEM people??? At this rate my dogs will NEVER go back to dog food even if it's good in the future. Why should they? I'm cooking them homemade meals!