My #2 graduated from hair academy a few months back.
She is now my EXCLUSIVE stylist.
She foiled and cut my hair this weekend.
Then she promptly went downstairs to the computer and typed on Facebook (for all the world to see) that she had bought the wrong color and her Mother now looked like………………………. a doorknob.
I can honestly say that I didn’t see that one coming.
Imagine me also, on Sunday morning as I sat in church, and a lady that I speak to maybe once or twice a month comes up to me, stares at me for an extra long minute and then pronounces that she doesn’t think that I look like a doorknob at all. And then walks quickly off.
I can honestly say I didn’t see that one coming either.
Its a good thing I have such a high self esteem so that I didn’t have to sit there the rest of the church meeting wondering who was looking at me weighing in on whether or not I had crossed over to doorknob status or not.
Thank you Nat---for the gift that just keeps on giving.
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My #4 and only son has gone and gotten himself old enough to get a restricted use drivers license.
Now you see why we were dyeing my hair, right? We had some serious grey to cover up!
Pro:I now have someone who is excited to go run errands for me again!
Con: I now have someone who wants to go run errands for me roughly every 2 . 5 minutes.
Pro:He can drive his own self to all of his activities!
Con:He is pretty sure he has an activity every 2.5 minutes.
Pro:Having someone to drive ME places so I can enjoy the scenery!
Con: Not being able to see the scenery because we make it from point A to point B in 2 . 5 minutes.
It’s a whole new world people…..be sure and wave hi if you see me…I’ll be the white faced, white knuckled, “doorknob” plastered to the window of a red Tahoe--- and it probably won’t be “hi” I’m yelling. Just sayin’………
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This next part is a early Mother’s Day tribute to myself.
Because sometimes I amaze even myself.
Yesterday was #5’s birthday.
She is 12 years old!
I will get into the—I cannot EVEN believe that she is already that old in one of those birthday tributes everyone loves to hate another day.
But I can’t.
Believe it.
We went out to dinner and then took a cake over to Grandma and Grandpa’s so they could be a part of the fun.
Being the fine example of motherhood that I am—I forgot the candles.
So, Bean turned 43 yesterday. (All my Mom had was those number kind of candles) Time is FLYING, I’ll tell you what.
She was her usual gracious, no big deal self and just blew out the candles and was happy, happy, happy!
Have I mentioned how much I love this child??!
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I was going to share how we didn’t dye Easter eggs or do baskets this year and a list of a myriad of other things I’ve let slip by the way side but I can only handle feeling just so good about myself. They say that less is more and right now we have more MORE going on than anyone I know!
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There you go—the great doorknob of randomness has spoken…….hope everyone has a happy visual now—you’re welcome!!
