COLD Feet

No, not a metaphor. My feet are cold, it's 5:30am, and they woke me up. No, the house isn't cold, I'm not cold, just my feet. They're like blocks of ice. Guess it's time to start wearing socks to bed again. This happens every fall and every year it catches me by surprise. Yet another sure sign winter is on its way.

Spontaneous Combustion

I was going through paperwork today. Re-organizing, shredding the old, basically trying to keep my office from being overrun by stacks of paper. I ran across a notice from my Doc. An old notice. One I didn't even realize I'd kept. And I started bawling. Because, it is the last notice I ever got telling me that the results of my pap were in and I'm "normal". Maybe I'm just extra emotional because next week is my appointment for my first pap since the surgery & I'm really hoping / yet petrified to hope that the results will be "normal". I'm afraid I'll never be "normal" again.

I'm in LOVE!

Nah, not THAT kind of love. The other kind of love that all girls succumb to at one point or another... HORSES. I found the absolutely most gorgeous breed that's as sweet as they come. They are called Gypsy Vanner horses and they take my breath away! I want I want I want... but can I have? Not unless that Publishers Clearing House letter that arrived today turns out to be for real. They cost the same amount as a mid-range car. Definitely out of my price range. Oh, but boy are they pretty!!!


To learn more about them, go to:
http://www.gypsygold.com

Papuza's Rorscharc

The Gypsy King

Bommarito

Equirace Gypsy

Ahhhhh... Much Better!

I warned my stylist. I found him over a year ago on, of all places, a dating site.  He has some of the most gorgeous thick naturally wavy hair ever and in his profile he stated he's been a master stylist for over 25 years. My hair is thick and naturally wavy too. So, I sent him an e-mail. He admits it's the strangest one he's ever gotten... "I'm not interested in dating you, but do you think you could do my hair?" Yup, that's the e-mail I sent him. We met. I told him about my stylist on the west coast that had been doing my hair for over 10 years, how horribly picky I am, and that I absolutely won't spend more than ten minutes on my hair. And then I warned him... when my hair starts driving me nuts, I cut it myself. No waiting for an appointment. I can't wait. Out come the scissors and I start trimming some here, some there... until I'm happy. 

The first time I did this was in 8th grade. I'd gotten an absolutely HORRID cut - so bad I made the woman stop in the middle of it & walked out of the salon without paying - seriously out of character for my 13yr old self. I went home, got out the scissors, and didn't stop until I could live with the results. I ended up getting a lot of compliments on my handiwork. I wasn't thrilled with it because it was too short for my tastes, but it did look pretty good. Anyhow, thus began my fearlessness when it came to cutting my own hair. After all, I could never screw it up as bad as that woman did!

Back to the present... In April my guy convinced me to let my long layers grow out & try having my hair all one length. He styles it beautifully when it's like this & my hair ends up looking like it just stepped off the cover of a magazine. Problem is... it takes a whole lot longer than ten minutes to achieve this look. My mane has to be blow dried with a straightening brush and then I have to take a flat iron to it and if I don't use the right amount & kinds of product it absolutely won't stay (did I mention I hate product). I didn't realize it until tonight, but I've been unhappy with it for a while. 

What made me realize I was unhappy with my hair? The dogs. I know, strange. My girl has very long fine hair with a thick woolly undercoat. I have her shaved every spring and in the middle of the summer because she just gets way too hot otherwise. Her hair is growing back out and is about three inches long now. She's not happy about this because it's still too hot for long hair. Today she went to where the clippers are and made it very clear she wanted a haircut. So, I shaved her belly & made her very happy. While I was doing this, my boy came over and asked for his belly to be shaved too. Both dogs are now cool and content. As I was giving them their haircuts, mine kept getting in the way. And the light bulb went on.

I see my stylist again next month. My hair, as of tonight, is no longer all the same length. I cut the layers back into it. I warned him. ;)

My plans for Friday...

Fill out more job applications until my brain just can't take it anymore;
Call my best friend and b*tch about said job applications;
Take the trash to the dump;
Load the dogs into the car and head out to spend the afternoon hiking and thoroughly enjoying the fall weather here in Tennessee;
Stop off at Sonic on our way home for our customary corn dog (the dogs and I share one) and my Mocha Java Chiller (love those things!).

Basically a repeat of today minus the trip to the dump. Honestly, if it weren't for the "needing an income" thing, it's a pretty great way to spend the day.

The furry kids are in TROUBLE!!!

Y'all should see my house. I think the general reaction would be massive amounts of laughter and extreme relief that it's my house instead of yours. Since you'll never guess what my two canine devils did, I'll share.

I left the back door open (as I always do) while I was getting ready this morning so they can run out & play (they're inside brats). I could hear them playing tag while I was in the shower and they sounded more rambunctious than normal. When I got out of the shower I found out why. 

Like most dogs, these two like to dig and play in dirt. Since it hasn't rained recently and the ground is really hard, that wasn't a worry of mine. I just didn't account for how smart and creative my hellions are. 

They found a bag of potting soil.

That would have been bad enough by itself, but they weren't content with digging in the potting soil OUTSIDE. Nope, my little geniuses brought it IN THE HOUSE!

So now I have two absolutely filthy dogs and a living room full of potting soil. Happy Monday morning to me. :(

Oh, and I've probably ruined any and all chances at potential dates because no one in their right mind wants to deal with my "special" kids.