Bambi In the Yard

I was out earlier today being the "Lawn Goddess" that I am, I was pulling weeds from around the corner of the house when I heard a growl. I stood up and looked around the corner to see Megan's crazy cat (no dog, just a crazy cat that growls). The cat was growling at a deer in my front yard! Yeah, too weird there. Not to see Bambi, because we live in the country with woods all around. But a growling cat?! Only at our house I guess. Anyway, I'm glad for once for Megan's cat. Without the strange thing, I would have missed Bambi.

Anyhow, after coming down from my red "throne" (provided by Craftsman), I decided to jump in the pool. Work clothes and all (what did you think I was going to do-"skinny dip"). Megan thought I was crazy and she is probably right. Because of the much needed rain all week, the pool is about to overflow with COLD rain water. So I jumped in anyway just like I was (no snitching to Phil who would die that I had a few grass clippings on me in his precious sparkling pool). For the first few moments, it sounded like campmeeting. But I have to admit there was no spirit in it, just my santity reminding me that I wasn't 10 anymore and that water was really COLD!

Now to pick back up the topic of Phil's sparkling pool. If it has to do with water, my plumber is going to make sure it is clean and efficient. That reminds me. A little "birdie" snitched and told me that there is someone out there in Blogland that was bashing plumbers on their blog. You know who you are. We will leave name calling alone and just say that if you don't want to go scuba diving then call a plumber to be the solution for the human pollution. That's rights, no mom is overjoyed to hear their son/daughter say that they want to grow up to be a plumber. But it pays the bills. We just smell money in these situations rather than the other. Just wondering, does being a CNA count as introduction to being a plumbing apprentice, Sara?? I believe Phil has an opening and you'd saved a lot on those college loans. :)

For those who commented about the 12 inches off my hair, you'll have to wait for a picture. Megan says she is not "styling" her hair for a picture if we are just staying at home for the next few days. So when we actually fix our hair on Sunday, we might get pictures and post them next week. That sounds so awful, doesn't it? But hey, I know I'm not the only one who just washes it and lets it do its own thing. By the way, Sis. Smith, they gladly accepted my donation, gray hair and all. I did ask about that because mine is getting a "little" bit of gray in it. :0) They said they process it and then dye it whatever color the child wants. I guess there's not a big demand from kids for brown curly hair with gray "highlights." Go figure.

Loss of inches

Okay, today I'm suppose to be "Mrs. Homemaker" and do some alterations on several pairs of pants someone gave Phil. When we got married, he wore a size 34 waist (yeah, they were a little big on him then too). These pants are 33X32 so I have to take them in in the waist and up in the hem because now he wears a 30 in the waist (he still claims a 32-yeah right). Why is it that toothpicks like him keep dropping inches (no wise cracks about my cooking), but some of us fight to keep from finding those inches becoming attached to our own waists??

So Megan and I (not that Megan needs to lose anything-like her dad) decided to drop a few inches ourselves. We headed to the beauty shop to get our hair cut. Megan got a few inches cut off and about three long layers-really cute, but it really scared this mom seeing a young lady evolved before my eyes. What happen to cute little bangs and ponytails??? UUUUUUUUgh!! I decided to give Locks of Love 12 inches. Yeah, a drastic change that I do about every 2-3 years. But at least I can say I dropped 12 inches in one day. Now how many of you can say the same??? Maybe that means I also lost a few ounces from my weight as well. Hey, you never know.

The scary thing during all this at the beauty shop is that my mom looks at me (haircut was a birthday present from her) and says she is getting dizzy. She was already sitting down in one of those huge dryer chairs, so I asked her if she wanted a cool cloth or some candy. I no more and got that out of my mouth when down she went or should I say out she went. She tumbled face first out of that huge chair to the floor. I immediately caught the chair because she was in flight before I could get her. The paramedics and fire department were all gathered in the beauty shop attending to her. Well, thankfully everything turned out fine and she didn't have to go to the hospital! And thankfully the beautician was done cutting my hair and only had a flat iron in her hand. Imagine what I would look like with a Mohawk or crew cut. So things finally calmed down and the woman proceeded to finish my hair. Unfortunately, all the medical staff see my hair all over my head, kinda like a really bad beehive style. But oh well, I probably never see those guys again, I hope.