Driving

My father let my son drive his John Deere mower. He did a great job, although I guess the first time around he almost took out my mothers car. He was so proud of himself. As well he should be...

I was given the same opportunity at his age by my grandparents. They let me try their ride on mower.....I drove it right I to their back steps. Needless to say that at the age of 40 I haven't been on one since. 

When I was 12, I drove their 4-wheeler---right into the electric fence. This time they did let me drive it again and I did get better. However, I was riding out in the fields one day and stalled it about 1/2-3/4 of a mile out. My grandfather had to walk all the way out to start it again for me. I was told I couldn't ride it again until I could start it. (It was a pull start)   Again, needless to say, I never rode it again. To this day I even have an electric push mower. The electric cord is a pain, but I can start it.....

Long story short- my boy is growing up and so far he is a better driver than I was at his age. We'll see though, I will officially label him a better driver if he can refrain from driving into his high school in front of a bus full of students, a teacher AND the principal. (True story!)

I need my coffee!

Have you ever had one of those days?  It's not even 10:30am here and it's already been a day. 

I went to the dr, I've been having problems with my knee since February (it's now June people!). I was told I had runners knee <again> and needed physical therapy. Well, 1 & 1/2 months later and $600 poorer it's not better. Now I have to have an MRI to see if I need surgery or need to learn to live with it. 

That's not the best part though.....after leaving the drs and picking up more paint for props for my sons party next month I stopped at Dunkin Donuts. I wanted, no I needed an iced coffee. I went through the drive thru. I ordered. The staff gave me a straw and I gave him my money. Then I drove off....

It wasn't until I was half way home before I went to put the straw in the coffee only to realize there was no coffee...wow, talk about embarrassing having to turn around and go back.  Ok so that wasn't the hard part, it was having to tell them what I had done, listen to them call out asking the drive thru person if it had happened and hearing him confirm. 

What can't you do without?

Hairy

I wrote a post about my upcoming hair cut...first I have to say that usually when I ask a stylist to give me a different look she will trim my hair 2-3 inches and refresh my layers. Don't get me wrong...I like the style, I think it looks good on me, I'll probably go back to it too. However, when I say I want something different, I actually mean it. Today my stylist listened and gave me something different.  I like it too, but that is t what I wanted to write about today. 

Today I want to talk about hairstylists making me self conscious. I'm sure it's about making more money and not a statement on my face, but as she was washing my hair she asked if I wanted her to wax my eyebrows. Well I immediately became self conscious.  In my mind "why?  Is it that obvious they aren't professionally maintained?  Are they bolder than Brooke Shields?  Have I been in denial all my life?  Do I have my families (fathers side) wings for eyebrows?  She wouldn't ask if it wasn't necessary right?"    So I said "ok"

Then she asked about my lip. "Ok". So, I got my eyebrows AND upper lip waxed. I felt like Sasquatch. (But I don't anymore!)

 

Before...and after...

Hair cut

I don't know about you, but when I go for a hair cut, I assume the person with the scissors has more knowledge than I do about hair.  I give her the pertinent information.....I need an easy, no fuss hair cut...otherwise, just do what you think looks best. I have yet to be disappointed. 

I was telling my coworker this evening that I was going to get my hair cut.  When she asked what it would look like I told her I had no idea and explained my reasoning.  (This is where it gets funny.....well, I think it was funny). She then went into some detail about her own hair cutting experiences, which are interesting to say the least.  She finished by telling me that her husband (she is almost 70 and her husband is 85) receives a magazine in the mail.  She is sure it is a "gay magazine" and doesn't know why they receive it, but she doesn't mind because it has some of the best articles.  She then went on to explain that one article was about the current men's hair fashion which apparently is long on top and short on the sides.  She is trimming her sides and letting her hair on top grow.  She then proceeded to tell me that I should get this hair style...."it would look really good on you".....  Uh huh, sure.  She kept telling me its all the rage, it's what's hot in hair trends.....

I don't want a boys hair cut.......sorry, I think I'll stick to my original plan....maybe I'll even post a picture (I'll definitely post one if that's the hair cut I'm given lmbo!)

Crazy day to get an infusion

I went in for my infusion this morning...how was I to know that they would give me a varicose vein and ring worm?? Lmao!

I love ice cream

Who doesn't love ice cream?  I mean are you with me?  Well, I've been really struggling for the last week or so.....too many sad and hard things going on. So, how do I deal?  I wait for staff to take my son out to eat and sneak out to Dairy Queen. Duh....

I ordered a quart...do I need a quart?  No, but after the last several days...I want one darn it. Doesn't mean I will eat the whole thing tonight....doesn't mean I won't either!  The girl behind the window was getting a cover when the woman at the next window started freaking out!  "OMG! Is that my shake?  That's huge!  I can't possibly drink all that!  That's huge for a medium shake!"  I pointed out that it was a quart of ice cream that she was getting for me. The look of relief was so profound on her face. We both started laughing like we had never had a funnier experience. Ahh how I needed that laugh. 

I went on to explain how a couple of years ago I ordered a quart and the put it in a bag with a spoon.....so I ate the whole thing. It was their fault!  They shouldn't  have given me a spoon. The spoon tells me it is a single serving, so I went with it. The woman laughed and said she completely understood my thought process. By this time her shake had arrived and she was visibly relieved to see the size. 

So, the question tonight is....is this a single serving kind of night?  I just don't know.... 

It's none of your business!

Why the title?  Well, my ex is sticking his nose where it doesn't belong yet again....and getting it wrong yet again.

According to my son he's been asking about me. "Is mommy seeing anyone?  Does mommy have any new friends? Etc etc..."  This is not what my ex says happened......whatever...it is what it is.  Anyway, I HAVE been seeing someone of late. A very dear man who I care about a lot. Unfortunately, it wasn't to be and we ended it recently. Sigh....

I have a friend, she rides a motorcycle. She is in love and engaged to be married.  She just moved in with her fiancé 2 blocks from my house. (I see cookouts, and fun times in our futures!). She asked if she could store her motorcycle in my garage. Of course!  What are friends for?  They dropped it off  today....

I arrived home for work tonight, the ex stated the son had a good day- here's the funny part- he tells me that my son told him I had a boyfriend named "M". Then he tells me that "M" was here dropping off the motorcycle. He was very surprised to realize that I was dating "M" as it is someone we both know. Then He asked if it had been 6 months since we started dating since he was coming over to the house. 

I laughed....that he would assume there is only one "M" in my life. I don't know how my friend will feel finding out this way that I'm dating her fiancé, or how he will feel finding out we are dating...."M", you're a fantastic man...but I don't poach from anyone, especially from such a good friend, I hope you understand. Love you both!

And to my "M"...I hope you are happy, I will always care and miss you....but I don't think we got the timing right.