Friday....haircut day....yippee

Yesterday I called and made myself a hair appointment....I really need it. I'm at the point where my style has just given up. I washed, conditioned, moussed, blew dry....and it still just laid there like a bump on a log. It had given up. The layers are too long and out of shape, the ends are beginning to split....you know the drill. So today, Anna will be breathing some life into this tired do. I usually go to Dee, but she won't give me a razor cut, and when I ask her to just "trim" the ends, I end up walking out of the salon with much less hair than I came with. However, Dee does an awesome job on color, so I suppose I will continue to go back and forth. Anna is a master with the razor, and does exactly what I ask. That shop is closer to my house too, which is always nice. And they have this lovely British receptionist, which adds to the whole ambiance of the place....

I am not doing well with my procrastination. Here's an example: for 4 weeks now, my answering machine light has been flickering. This means, according to the owners manual, that the backup battery is low, and needs to be changed. It takes one nine volt. I have yet to change it, even though I am irritated by the flashing. Every time I walk into the room, I think there is a message. And if there is one, it will do the "change my bettery flash", followed by a longer blink of the light. This means, I have to stand there for a few moments, to see if there is only one flash or a flash and a blink. I went so far as to get the battery out of the drawer, and place it next to the machine, in hopes someone (dh) would get the hint and change it. It's been sitting ther for a week. I will probably have to dust it today. Now, why I ask you, will I not just change the dang thing? I don't know. Procrastination is an ugly thing....

I actually walked wee one to the bus stop today. I've been so lazy this year. I drive her every morning, and sit unsociably in the drivers seat, talking to wee one. Sometimes I read while she draws or plays a hand held game....but today I walked with her. She rodeher bike and had a grand time petting the new puppy that her friend's brother got. I stood amongst the parents, listening to others talk and enjoying the cool-ish morning. However, on the way home, I made a point to hang back a bit, as "let me tell you all about my horrid marriage and sex life" mom walked ahead of me. She managed to get me the other day, as we were walking home from picking up the kids. She asked me one little question, which I answered....and that turned into a thirty minute discussion on adhd, family therapy and the likes. I just kept nodding my head and saying "yeah", as I was feeling a bit uncomfortable listening to her spill all her private family secrets. What is up with that? I feel sorry for her, because I know her life is not wonderful, but at the same time, I am not a therapist! Don't get me wrong, if she were really upset, and asked if sometime she could talk to me, or wanted to get together, I'd understand. But it's like, you are a sahm, so you must have all the time in the world, come here and let me tell you all my problems, and you listen....but don't interrupt me! Sheesh!

Okay, it's time for me to get my butt in gear, and start cleaning. Oh! Yesterday I was trying to figure out how to type an entry with a background....but I deleted it. I didn't realize the entry alert would go out....sorry! It did work though. I'll have to try it again....have a great Friday!