Guess who came back to work today? You guessed it! Ms. Stress Leave. My sup came by yesterday on her way out, and said that SL might be back today. At that point, I just thought "whatever," but I kept it to myself. This morning, I heard someone ask her if she was stress free, and this chick said no. What could have possibly been stressing you when you been chillin' for SIX WEEKS? Please! I know you better get to working, that's all I know. My pending is 130 and yours is 74. I don't wanna hear speak, spit or spaghetti about stress from her.
This morning, I had to take my car in to get brake pads. It is also in desparate need of a wash and vacuum. Really, it needs to be detailed - the inside needs to be shampooed, and it needs to be waxed. But for now, wash and vacuum will do. I hope Mr. Rhyne remembers that he said he'd throw that in for me, next time I dropped the car off. LOL!
Anywho, the shop is in the opposite direction from where I live and work. But, I trust Mr. Rhyne - he hasn't done me wrong, and it's nice to support a brotha. So, I just find ways to get there. This morning, that had to involve the ex-bf. I know, right? But like I said, I no longer want to hurl sharp objects at his head. We are two adults, and need to act accordingly. At the end of the day, if he really needed something, and I could help him, I would. I know the same is true of him, so when I sent him an email yesterday asking if he could give me a ride to work, I knew he was going to say yes. The only way he'd say no is if he was out of town.
He picked me up, and we even had half way decent conversation, and a few laughs. But the whole time I was sitting in the passenger seat, I could NOT stop my mind from wandering and wondering - who's been sitting over here? He had a new keychain that said "Savannah Harbor." I was wondering if he went down there for work, or did he go with someone? Then I smacked myself in the head and said (to myself), "why do you care?" Get over it! Priceless. Only in my head.
I have been here all of 45 minutes...I have yet to do one work related thing. I guess I need to do some work. And find someone to take me back to get my car at lunch time.
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
Sending up a prayer...
Sorry to be M.I.A. Nothing major really going on!
KC got to the rink early on Sunday. When I caught up with him, I could tell something was "off." I asked him what was wrong...he paused for about 5 seconds. I swear, my first thought was, "oh gosh, who is sick???" And sure enough he said, "I just found out my dad has cancer...in his pancreas and his spleen."
My heart just dropped. I have dealt with cancer so much in my family. I won't even give you the whole rundown. In February 2008, my dad found out he had prostate cancer. But his PSA was at a good level, and the cancer was only on one side, so they just went in and took his prostate out. Fast forward to July 2008 - my mom calls, my dad is at the hospital. His stomach had ruptured and they had to do immediate surgery. It was 50/50 as to whether or not he was going to make it through the first 48 hours. I thought my dad was gonna die...and I couldn't get to him and there was nothing I could do. I was all out of sorts.
My dad and I had a rocky relationship for a while. I won't go into all the details, but from about age 24 until 30, I barely talked to my dad. I was just angry with him about things that happened when I was growing up. Finally at 30, the light bulb came on. My dad is human. He's not perfect. All I can do is move forward from here. We started mending our relationship, and last year we probably talked more than we had in a long time. I was glad that we had at least mended things, so if we did lose him, I wasn't going to be filled with the "woulda/coulda/shoulda." Luckily, he made it through. A five week stay in the hospital resulted in a forced detox...he no longer smokes cigarettes, and most importantly, he no longer drinks. We have the best conversations now.
But back to KC - please keep him and his father in your prayers. One of these days we are going to eradicate cancer. I can't wait.
KC got to the rink early on Sunday. When I caught up with him, I could tell something was "off." I asked him what was wrong...he paused for about 5 seconds. I swear, my first thought was, "oh gosh, who is sick???" And sure enough he said, "I just found out my dad has cancer...in his pancreas and his spleen."
My heart just dropped. I have dealt with cancer so much in my family. I won't even give you the whole rundown. In February 2008, my dad found out he had prostate cancer. But his PSA was at a good level, and the cancer was only on one side, so they just went in and took his prostate out. Fast forward to July 2008 - my mom calls, my dad is at the hospital. His stomach had ruptured and they had to do immediate surgery. It was 50/50 as to whether or not he was going to make it through the first 48 hours. I thought my dad was gonna die...and I couldn't get to him and there was nothing I could do. I was all out of sorts.
My dad and I had a rocky relationship for a while. I won't go into all the details, but from about age 24 until 30, I barely talked to my dad. I was just angry with him about things that happened when I was growing up. Finally at 30, the light bulb came on. My dad is human. He's not perfect. All I can do is move forward from here. We started mending our relationship, and last year we probably talked more than we had in a long time. I was glad that we had at least mended things, so if we did lose him, I wasn't going to be filled with the "woulda/coulda/shoulda." Luckily, he made it through. A five week stay in the hospital resulted in a forced detox...he no longer smokes cigarettes, and most importantly, he no longer drinks. We have the best conversations now.
But back to KC - please keep him and his father in your prayers. One of these days we are going to eradicate cancer. I can't wait.
Friday, June 26, 2009
Friday's thoughts...
Another business week is coming to an end. The world is reeling with the deaths of Farrah Fawcett and Michael Jackson. With Farrah, we knew she was sick - like we know that Walter Kronkite and Patrick Swayze are not doing well. But Michael? I guess that some people knew about the Rx drugs. Perhaps that's why CBS News already had a special cued up to go by 10:00pm, when we had just found out he died around 6:00pm. Somebody knew SOMETHING - the general public just didn't know.
His death, and the many postings about old songs and videos, has made me think back on happy times in my childhood. My sister P was THE ULTIMATE Michael Jackson/Jackson 5 fan. There were huge posters of Michael all over our room. She took the Thriller album cover and opened up to that pic of him in the black and white, and tacked it to the wall. She had pages ripped out from Right On! magazine. I remember at one point, she tried to tack some pictures to the ceiling, but they wouldn't stay. There were three big posters - one was of him posing in that famous yellow and white outfit he had. The other one, he had on jeans and a brown leather jacket. The last one was a HUGE picture of his face...he was posting with his hand on his chin, and he had on a red and white striped shirt. She even had one of those black light posters - you know the fuzzy ones, with the fluorescent colors. They glow when you shine the black light on them. Do you think we had a black light? Yeah, right! But she had that poster up!
And then the one memory I never let her live down: taking down my train!
We lived in this old colonial house. The room we shared was kind of a split bedroom. There was the actual bedroom, and then connected to that there was a sun room/sewing room. That sun room didn't have any heating ducts or anything. I'm not sure what it was supposed to be, or why it was designed like that. My oldest sister, S, moved into this little sun room, and then P and I shared the bigger room (I really wish I had some pics to scan in to show you). I had this "alphabet train" - it was part of a coloring book I guess. S and I had colored in the letters and the "train", from A to Z. We put them up on the wall in our room so that it flowed like a train. That was my only decorative contribution to the room.
I came home from school one day, and do you know P had taken down my train, so she could make more room for MJ????? But that wasn't the worst part - the worst part was, she just threw the train away!!!! Now by this time, I think S had left for the Marines, and I ended up with her "room." I coulda put my train up in there, or something! Verklempt! You owe me a train! LOL
Back to the reminiscing. Unlike some of these lazy chil'ren folks are raising today, we had chores to do. Saturdays were usually the days where we would have to clean up our room. We had to clean out our closets. We had to clean baseboards sometimes. We had to get on our hands and knees with the Mop n' Glow (do they even make that anymore?) and clean the hardwood floor in our bedrooms. We were not allowed to have messy bedrooms; we couldn't claim the room as our "domain" - all the rooms were my parents' rooms - they paid the mortgage!
The soundtrack of these cleaning sprees was The Jacksons. P was always Michael; I never got to sing lead. I lodged my complaints to no avail. I was Tito/Jackie/Jermaine/Randy/Marlon - I sang all the backgrounds. We had the moves from the cartoon. We used the handle of the dust mop as our mic stand. If we needed a cordless mic, we used a brush. We sang all the hits - ABC, Stop The Love You Save, With A Child's Heart, Never Can Say Goodbye, Mama's Pearl...P knew all the words to EVERY song...I knew my background parts and some of the leads. She joined the fan club in the 80s, and they sent this record. I think it was mostly them talking about things, and then on the B side there was a "surprise song" where they just improvised. We learned that one, too.
I don't remember what age I was, but one day I got the crazy idea that a 78 record would float like a Frisbee. So I took the "Destiny" album and sailed it across the room. Why? I have no clue. Well, I had no aim then (and still don't now), and the dang record hit the door frame and cracked a chunk out. I'm sure she was livid, but she didn't try to kill me. She still kept that dang record, too. She just couldn't listen to the first two songs on either side. Fast forward to college...I was in the music store down the street from my school. I saw the Destiny CD and I bought it. I sent it to her with a card and apologized. :)
My oldest sister always (jokingly) apologizes that she left me in P's clutches, to be tortured with Michael Jackson and the Jacksons (she enlisted in the Marines when I was 9). But I loved it! We had so much fun! When I was a child, I got to be a child, and my sisters were a big part of that. I wasn't running around worrying about teenage things as a child. I was just goofing off and having fun with my family, and the rest of the Bruce Street gang. Music was a big part of that - that's probably why I love old school music so much as it is. I have several MJ/Jackson 5/Jacksons albums on my iPod, and they are great for road trips. When I hear the old songs, I always flashback to the old days on Bruce Street...and it brings a smile to my face.
RIP, Michael...thanks for the memories. :)
Thursday, June 25, 2009
I am my hair...consequences and repercussions
Someone posted this article on LHCF, and I thought I'd share. I remember reading about the little girl mentioned at the end (Miriam) in an article written in the AJC. I wanted to drive to ATL and hi-five her daddy. :)
ARTICLE FROM CNN: In the black culture, a richness of hairstory
ORIGINAL ARTICLE ABOUT MIRIAM: Perfect braids show depth of dad's devotion
GALLERY WITH PHOTOS OF MIRIAM: Photo Gallery
Any story about a little girl's hair hits close to home for me. I mean, honestly - my mom didn't take this much time with my hair, except for on special occasions when she was going to straighten it with the straightening comb. Any braided styles I had, were done by my oldest sister.
Then, the third grade hit. My other sister, who is 7 years older than me, got a Jheri curl. Well of course, I wanted to be like her. So guess what I got? Yep, a curl. That first year was ok...everything was moving along. But my mom worked nights and didn't get home in the mornings until after it was time for me to get to school. I became in charge of my own hair care, and I had no clue what to do.
By the 5th grade, it was all breaking off. I had to get it cut down to a TWA. Of course, if I had known what I know now, it surely would have stayed natural. However, in the 5th grade you really want to keep up with the Joneses. I met my 3 best friends that year. Guess what? They all had ridiculously long hair! And then there was me. Snoop and Sunni's parents forbade them to even get relaxers. Sunni was one of the people who truly had some "Indian in her family." :lol: Her hair was down to her mid back, and it curled up when it got wet. Snoop had a TON of hair, too - hers was thicker than Sunni's. Like, I remember times in high school where she didn't have a blow dryer with a comb attachment, and we would have to tag team her hair. Then there was Kiwi...her mom was white and her dad was black. She had that spirally, curly hair and she had a lot of it. Needless to say, I was in desperate need of long, straight hair. Self esteem, with regards to my hair, was at an all time low.
My mom, bless her heart, she just had no clue what to do for a TWA. The stylist told her to put some gel on the edges to smooth it out. That became left up to me. I had gel everywhere. It just was not a good look, and as soon as my hair was long enough, I begged for a relaxer. My sister Pam would have to roller set my hair at night, because I didn't have the skills to do it, and certainly could not master a curling iron in the 6th grade (and didn't need to, anyway).
I have fuzzy memories of exactly how this transition occurred, but at some point in junior high I ended up with a curl gain. I know...what??? I'on even know. Mercifully, by 8th grade I had somehow discovered the world of braided extensions. I had those put in for my sister's wedding. Finally, I had that "long" hair I wanted, even if it wasn't mine.
I got these extensions on and off from 8th to 10th grade, if I remember correctly. Round about 10th grade, I believe my hair was natural again. But because I had no clue what to do with my hair, I would just get it straightened when it wasn't in braids. That did not mix well with me playing soccer and running track. And we won't even talk about the time that I burnt a chunk of hair out with the straightening comb. Eventually, I went back to the relaxer, and kept it on through college and up until I was 28. I had braid extensions a few times in college as well.
Needless to say, this endless cycle of abuse - natural, straightening comb, relaxer, braid extensions, too tight braid extensions, overlapping relaxers - took a toll on my poor follicles. I can tell you many horror stories about relaxers, but one that sticks out the most was my senior year in college. I had braided extensions for the senior cruise, and I took them out shortly after getting back. I wanted to get my relaxer in for the last activities of senior week, and graduation. I self relaxed, using Motions. Because I didn't know better, of course I overlapped the relaxer. I didn't want to leave it on too long, so after the shortest time listed on the container, I rinsed it out (I didn't know this term back then, but in essence I had texlaxed the new growth). It wasn't bone straight, like when my mom would do it. I dried it and fried it with the curling iron, and it was do-able, but not what I wanted.
I called my mom and lamented on the state of my hair. She said, "I'll just re-do it when I get up there for your graduation." Mind you, that was gonna be like, in a week. 2 weeks at the most. I said, "can you do that???" She said, "yeah, it'll be fine." CLUELESSNESS ABOUNDS ! And folks, she most certainly did re-relax my hair, the morning of graduation. My hair wasn't dyed, but it sure was fried and laid to the side. You couldn't tell me nuthin. But somebody needed to be telling me something, because that was all STRONG and WRONG.
I am thankful that I stumbled upon going natural, because I know my hair would not be as healthy as it is now. But I am dealing with the consequences and repercussions of horrible hair care throughout the years. I have permanent damage in the area of my temples. There is a bit of fuzzy hair there, but it will not fill in all the way and it will not grow long. I envy folks with full hair lines. Frankly, I'm surprised I don't have more damaged areas.
If you have a daughter, teach her about her hair! Teach her how to take care of it. Teach her that it IS beautiful in it's natural state. Make sure it's healthy, because healthy hair is beautiful, be it short or long. I'm not mad at my mom - she did the best she could, with what she knew. She never had long hair, and doesn't have it now. She has some unhealthy hair practices, but I have given up on trying to steer folks in the right direction. She's 66 years old, so I know she's gonna do her own thing, anyway. If I ever have a daughter, I'm pretty sure I will be OCD about her hair. I'll probably have to keep myself in check. But when she gets older, she won't be writing a blog about how her mom didn't really teach her about taking care of her hair and being proud of it - whether it's natural or relaxed. Her blog is going to be about how her momma worried her to death about taking care of her hair, and how she appreciates it, as a adult. :)
ARTICLE FROM CNN: In the black culture, a richness of hairstory
ORIGINAL ARTICLE ABOUT MIRIAM: Perfect braids show depth of dad's devotion
GALLERY WITH PHOTOS OF MIRIAM: Photo Gallery
Any story about a little girl's hair hits close to home for me. I mean, honestly - my mom didn't take this much time with my hair, except for on special occasions when she was going to straighten it with the straightening comb. Any braided styles I had, were done by my oldest sister.
Then, the third grade hit. My other sister, who is 7 years older than me, got a Jheri curl. Well of course, I wanted to be like her. So guess what I got? Yep, a curl. That first year was ok...everything was moving along. But my mom worked nights and didn't get home in the mornings until after it was time for me to get to school. I became in charge of my own hair care, and I had no clue what to do.
By the 5th grade, it was all breaking off. I had to get it cut down to a TWA. Of course, if I had known what I know now, it surely would have stayed natural. However, in the 5th grade you really want to keep up with the Joneses. I met my 3 best friends that year. Guess what? They all had ridiculously long hair! And then there was me. Snoop and Sunni's parents forbade them to even get relaxers. Sunni was one of the people who truly had some "Indian in her family." :lol: Her hair was down to her mid back, and it curled up when it got wet. Snoop had a TON of hair, too - hers was thicker than Sunni's. Like, I remember times in high school where she didn't have a blow dryer with a comb attachment, and we would have to tag team her hair. Then there was Kiwi...her mom was white and her dad was black. She had that spirally, curly hair and she had a lot of it. Needless to say, I was in desperate need of long, straight hair. Self esteem, with regards to my hair, was at an all time low.
My mom, bless her heart, she just had no clue what to do for a TWA. The stylist told her to put some gel on the edges to smooth it out. That became left up to me. I had gel everywhere. It just was not a good look, and as soon as my hair was long enough, I begged for a relaxer. My sister Pam would have to roller set my hair at night, because I didn't have the skills to do it, and certainly could not master a curling iron in the 6th grade (and didn't need to, anyway).
I have fuzzy memories of exactly how this transition occurred, but at some point in junior high I ended up with a curl gain. I know...what??? I'on even know. Mercifully, by 8th grade I had somehow discovered the world of braided extensions. I had those put in for my sister's wedding. Finally, I had that "long" hair I wanted, even if it wasn't mine.
I got these extensions on and off from 8th to 10th grade, if I remember correctly. Round about 10th grade, I believe my hair was natural again. But because I had no clue what to do with my hair, I would just get it straightened when it wasn't in braids. That did not mix well with me playing soccer and running track. And we won't even talk about the time that I burnt a chunk of hair out with the straightening comb. Eventually, I went back to the relaxer, and kept it on through college and up until I was 28. I had braid extensions a few times in college as well.
Needless to say, this endless cycle of abuse - natural, straightening comb, relaxer, braid extensions, too tight braid extensions, overlapping relaxers - took a toll on my poor follicles. I can tell you many horror stories about relaxers, but one that sticks out the most was my senior year in college. I had braided extensions for the senior cruise, and I took them out shortly after getting back. I wanted to get my relaxer in for the last activities of senior week, and graduation. I self relaxed, using Motions. Because I didn't know better, of course I overlapped the relaxer. I didn't want to leave it on too long, so after the shortest time listed on the container, I rinsed it out (I didn't know this term back then, but in essence I had texlaxed the new growth). It wasn't bone straight, like when my mom would do it. I dried it and fried it with the curling iron, and it was do-able, but not what I wanted.
I called my mom and lamented on the state of my hair. She said, "I'll just re-do it when I get up there for your graduation." Mind you, that was gonna be like, in a week. 2 weeks at the most. I said, "can you do that???" She said, "yeah, it'll be fine." CLUELESSNESS ABOUNDS ! And folks, she most certainly did re-relax my hair, the morning of graduation. My hair wasn't dyed, but it sure was fried and laid to the side. You couldn't tell me nuthin. But somebody needed to be telling me something, because that was all STRONG and WRONG.
I am thankful that I stumbled upon going natural, because I know my hair would not be as healthy as it is now. But I am dealing with the consequences and repercussions of horrible hair care throughout the years. I have permanent damage in the area of my temples. There is a bit of fuzzy hair there, but it will not fill in all the way and it will not grow long. I envy folks with full hair lines. Frankly, I'm surprised I don't have more damaged areas.
If you have a daughter, teach her about her hair! Teach her how to take care of it. Teach her that it IS beautiful in it's natural state. Make sure it's healthy, because healthy hair is beautiful, be it short or long. I'm not mad at my mom - she did the best she could, with what she knew. She never had long hair, and doesn't have it now. She has some unhealthy hair practices, but I have given up on trying to steer folks in the right direction. She's 66 years old, so I know she's gonna do her own thing, anyway. If I ever have a daughter, I'm pretty sure I will be OCD about her hair. I'll probably have to keep myself in check. But when she gets older, she won't be writing a blog about how her mom didn't really teach her about taking care of her hair and being proud of it - whether it's natural or relaxed. Her blog is going to be about how her momma worried her to death about taking care of her hair, and how she appreciates it, as a adult. :)
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
Did you ever wonder...
...how it would feel to pull up a link to a crazy video on You.Tube, and you personally know the subject of the video???? That's what happened to me yesterday.
An online community that I belong to, has a forum where you can discuss just about anything. They are notorious for posting crazy YT videos. Like the one where the dude knew all the moves to 'Single Ladies.' Stuff like that. This girl posts a video and says that the person who sent it to her is being shunned for 24 hours...so I took that to mean it was really crazy. :lol: Of course, I could not watch it at work, and had to wait until I got home.
At lunch, I decided to pull up the video, for kicks and giggles. I fire it up and it's someone doing a rendition of a Beyonce song.
How about it's my ex's cousin????? And he is a dude. No boo-boo. Get off YT making videos where you do Beyonce and Rhianna and Ciara songs! What the heezy???
I immediately sent the ex a BBIM:
Me: "So, I just pulled up this video - it's *** singing a Beyonce song!! I really was not expecting to see someone I knew."
Him: "yep!"
Me: "I didn't know he was making YT videos????"
Him: "He is becoming a local celebrity. He has a lot (of videos)."
Um...that's not a good thing. Clearly he has not been online and read some of the remarks under the video. But then again, isn't there a saying that there's no such thing as bad publicity?
*sigh*
An online community that I belong to, has a forum where you can discuss just about anything. They are notorious for posting crazy YT videos. Like the one where the dude knew all the moves to 'Single Ladies.' Stuff like that. This girl posts a video and says that the person who sent it to her is being shunned for 24 hours...so I took that to mean it was really crazy. :lol: Of course, I could not watch it at work, and had to wait until I got home.
At lunch, I decided to pull up the video, for kicks and giggles. I fire it up and it's someone doing a rendition of a Beyonce song.
How about it's my ex's cousin????? And he is a dude. No boo-boo. Get off YT making videos where you do Beyonce and Rhianna and Ciara songs! What the heezy???
I immediately sent the ex a BBIM:
Me: "So, I just pulled up this video - it's *** singing a Beyonce song!! I really was not expecting to see someone I knew."
Him: "yep!"
Me: "I didn't know he was making YT videos????"
Him: "He is becoming a local celebrity. He has a lot (of videos)."
Um...that's not a good thing. Clearly he has not been online and read some of the remarks under the video. But then again, isn't there a saying that there's no such thing as bad publicity?
*sigh*
Monday, June 22, 2009
Bright and Early
My alarm was set for 6:00 a.m. I woke up at 5:58. I didn't sleep well, either. But, I got up anyway (I didn't have a choice, lol). I doled out my supplements for the week, and now I'm about to hit the shower, at about the time I would normally drag myself out of bed, after hitting snooze three times.
I haven't packed my gym clothes, and I'm not sure if I'm going to. This jackA$$ knocked me down last night at the rink, and I fell straight on to my stinkin' knee. Of course! So it's a little stiff/sore today. But I'm skipping Friday's work out, since my friend D and T are coming from SC. We're going to hit the shoe outlet and a Natural Hair Meet Up on Saturday. I still have no idea what we're going to do Friday evening. Maybe we will just hit up downtown, and stop by Mert's. D liked it before, when she came up her with her BF, and I sure do love Mert's cornbread. Don't need it, but I love it.
And in yesterday's hilarious moment at the rink - Security (I don't even remember his real name, he just works security at the rink) told me that he'd like to suck my toes. I had to put that status on FB because that was hilarious to me. Of course, my first thought was off the wall. I was thinking, "does he know how sweaty and funky my feet get in these skates?!?" I didn't even tell RB what he said...dude probably would have dropped to his knees and started praying right then and there. I told KC when he got here. He said, "WOW!" :lol: If you could have seen his face, you'd be laughing with me now.
Speaking of KC...yesterday was a very busy day for him at work, given that it was Father's Day. I didn't think he would make it to the rink, but he made one of the other managers stay, and he rolled out. Only to have to get up this morning and drive back up there to do paperwork, then back down here to be with his kids. When he told me of his plans last night, he said, "I just really, really wanted to skate."
I'm gonna take that as "code speak," that he really, really wanted to see me as well. :)
Happy Monday!
I haven't packed my gym clothes, and I'm not sure if I'm going to. This jackA$$ knocked me down last night at the rink, and I fell straight on to my stinkin' knee. Of course! So it's a little stiff/sore today. But I'm skipping Friday's work out, since my friend D and T are coming from SC. We're going to hit the shoe outlet and a Natural Hair Meet Up on Saturday. I still have no idea what we're going to do Friday evening. Maybe we will just hit up downtown, and stop by Mert's. D liked it before, when she came up her with her BF, and I sure do love Mert's cornbread. Don't need it, but I love it.
And in yesterday's hilarious moment at the rink - Security (I don't even remember his real name, he just works security at the rink) told me that he'd like to suck my toes. I had to put that status on FB because that was hilarious to me. Of course, my first thought was off the wall. I was thinking, "does he know how sweaty and funky my feet get in these skates?!?" I didn't even tell RB what he said...dude probably would have dropped to his knees and started praying right then and there. I told KC when he got here. He said, "WOW!" :lol: If you could have seen his face, you'd be laughing with me now.
Speaking of KC...yesterday was a very busy day for him at work, given that it was Father's Day. I didn't think he would make it to the rink, but he made one of the other managers stay, and he rolled out. Only to have to get up this morning and drive back up there to do paperwork, then back down here to be with his kids. When he told me of his plans last night, he said, "I just really, really wanted to skate."
I'm gonna take that as "code speak," that he really, really wanted to see me as well. :)
Happy Monday!
Saturday, June 20, 2009
Today's hairstyle
Here's today's hairstyle. I hope I don't sweat this out tonight. I guess it'll be a gauge as to how it will hold up at the rink tomorrow. I need this to stay in through the end of the week, without me having to really re-do it. I may have to touch it up on Wednesday, though. I don't know if it will hold up after my workout and then a shower and heading to the bowling alley.
This took an hour and a half. I used mostly Asha's The Mane Attraction. But then I re-did some of the twists with the little bit of Miss Jessie's Baby Buttercreme that I had left over. I don't like all the ingredients in that stuff, but it will hold a twist. Maybe I'll get some of the regular buttercreme when they have their sale in December.
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