Archive for April, 2008

Chicago Bound

I am leaving today for the Windy city on business.  I will try to update while I am gone but can’t make any promises.  I will return Tuesday Night.

Talk to everyone later.


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Bathroom Etiquette

So, I walked in the bathroom at work the other day.  There are three stalls.  I walk in and two of the stalls are taken.  I go into the middle stall and I hear one of the girls talking.  I assume she is talking to the girl in the other stall but then I realize that no, she is one the phone!  Tinkling and on the phone!  Flushing and ON THE PHONE!  Am I the only one that sees a problem with this picture?  I don’t particularly care for other people to hear me doing my business.  I really don’t care to do it with other people in there but certainly not on the phone.

Do I need to post Bathroom Etiquette rules?

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Hair Appointment

Yesterday I had an appointment to get my roots colored and get a hair cut. It has just been 4 weeks since my last cut and color but according to my hair stylist (Hair Girl) I apparently had a hair growth spurt. I am leaving Friday for Chicago for a business trip and you know, you have to look your best. Thank you Hair Girl for helping me look my best.

Hair Girl and I reminisced last night about how long we have known each other. We met when we were in 6th grade. That was *ahem* in 1977. Yes, I know, we are old. What makes you feel even older is the fact that we were the first graduating class of our high school. Doesn’t that just sound old? However, we did have certain perks like naming our mascot, picking out the school colors and placing the school sign in the front of the school. Our class picture was framed and placed in the hallway at our school. I wonder if the kids at that school now look back at our picture and think how loooong ago that was and how old we must be. I ask, because I used to do that same thing looking at the class of 1942 at my school as a freshman (at a different school).

Anyhoo, Hair Girl does a terrific job on my hair. Unfortunately I forgot to take an “after” picture. This one is a before. No, Hair Girl, I was not going to post the one with color in my hair for all of the Internet to see. Do you think I am crazy?

If you are ever in my area and looking for a hair stylist, I will give you Hair Girls name.

(Hair Girl leave me a nice comment after you read this.)

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Traditionally April 1 has been know as April Fool’s day.  It is a day that when you were younger you couldn’t wait to pull pranks on teachers, friends and family members alike.  Although I can not remember any specific pranks (I have slept since then) I know I was part of some growing up.

Now, I have kids those same ages who just love April Fools day and are always dreaming up pranks to pull on their friends.  I remember last year Drama Queen telling all her friends that her dad was being transferred out of town and we would soon be moving.  I was sworn to not give it away and go along with the joke.  Well, anyone that knows me knows that I never want to move out of town so this was a major thing for me to agree with.  Her friends were so upset and were calling the house to ask her Dad and if it was true.  It was a good prank and most people fell for it.

Also last year Drama Queen got me good.  One Sunday afternoon SouthernGent was taking the girls out somewhere as I had a meeting at church to go to.  They had just left the house and I was picking up the kitchen before I had to leave.  I was turning on the faucet to rinse some dirty dishes and when I did I got SPRAYED by the hose.  I screamed and jumped back and stunned so that it took me a few seconds to realize what was happening and get enough sense about me to turn the water off.  By that time I was soaked.  She had placed a rubber band on the hose to hold the handle down so that when you turned on the water it automatically came out of the hose.  I then started laughing and picked up the phone to call them on the cell phone.  Of course they played dumb and tried to act like they had no idea what I was talking about.  I then had to quickly go and change my clothes before I could leave.

Who taught my children to be so devious?

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