It’s Monday and I have quite a bit to grip about today. It was a long weekend so grab your coffee and take your pee break now. I will wait…. OK, now let me get my coffee and I will get started.
I’m back so I guess I should start with Friday……
After that impossibly long day, I finally fought Little Miss into the car and took her off to Grandma’s, I came home thinking I would have a few hours to myself, you know read my favorite blogs, Plurk, Twitter, take a nap, you know have some me time, well, I was so wrong! Within 30 minutes of getting home, the house was invaded by Hubby and The Boy. The Boy just wanting to shower and go and Hubby, just wanting to try my patients!
Father’s Day weekend is the annual Wagon Train, for those of you who don’t live in my area, it is just a big party. It is suppose to be a horse ride, but it kinda turned in to a party. Long ago when it started, People with horses would load up and go to the field on Friday night. Set up tents and grills and sit around and talk about what a shitty year it had been. On Saturday morning, they would go on a 7 mile ride through town, go back to the field and have a BBQ and sit around bitching about how awful their horses acted during the ride. Get up Sunday morning and take up camp and go home.
There was always drinking, but now it’s more about the party than the ride. They still do the ride, but most are too hungover to go. We went several years, a friend was over it and we took the horses, it was about the only time Babydoll was rode. We never went on the ride, Babydoll wouldn’t tolerate other horses that close, rather we rode her around the field. We always had fun and too much to drink, but now others are doing it and they are a rough crowd and we prefer not to take Little Miss into such. Anyway, The Boy likes to go and it was a choice, bow fishing or Wagon Train. It was a hard one for him, both could keep him out all night. So there was a long and loud discussion between father and son. It was decided, he didn’t know what he was going to do, bow fishing and he would be home real late or Wagon Train and he would be in early in the morning. He was suppose to call and let us know, he didn’t.
Hubby decided we would go clean and get that out of the way. We got about 10 minutes from home and got caught in a flood! Not 6 foot waters, but some people couldn’t get out of their driveways for the deep water and there was water standing on the road. Hubby decides not to clean but grab something to eat instead. So we get to the resturant and wade through puddles and get soaked to the bone. The food was good though. I apparently griped about my hair too much, hubby decides we will be taking care of it that night.
He wanted no part of the mall, which has two hair places in it, maybe three. All of the other places were closed or full. I thought we had given up, nope, he carries me to Hel-Mart and they have a little salon in there. I know they are not in any way a part of Hel-Mart, but there was 3 of them just sitting, never a good sign. So I decide to give it a try, they have their licenses and have been to school and I am sure they know what they are doing, I mean they have to start somewhere, right?
So I sit down in a chair. The two just standing there keep asking the one who is to cut my hair if she is OK. After 4 times, I am getting nervous. I wonder if she is going to blow chunks in my hair, if she just had a nervous breakdown, if this is her first haircut, if her boyfriend/husband just left her for someone who looks just like me, if she pissed someone off and they are on their way down with a gun. You know nervous. So here is our conversation….In between the *s are my thoughts, in the () are what happened….
So how would you like your hair cut today?
I’m not real sure. *By someone who wants to be at work today?* I like the length but I am tired of it in my eyes and face, any suggestions?
How short are you willing to go?
Just above the collar? Maybe a little more, I really don’t want the little boy haircut today . *Please don’t scalp me*
OOOOK.
I am looking for something easy, I wash and go most of the time. I really don’t take time to fix my hair often. Everyone says a bob cut is easy, but I really don’t like a bob on me. And my hair curls up on one side and down on the other and it is hard for me to fix it and it look right. *I just realized you have a bob, and it is so cute, but on me it shows off my neck rolls.*
(She takes her first cut, about 2 inches above my collar. She continues to cut it the same length all the way around. She realizes she is giving me a bob.)
Do you like layers?
Yes, it is the only way my hair has any curl to it.
Long or short?
I have had both, which ever you think will look best. *But please, don’t layer it to look like a little boy cut.* (She went with long layers, the bottom, oh, 1/2 inch has 4 layers in it. I kid you not, she might as well have not cut layers.)
I can taper the sides, so they stay out of your face.
That would be great.
Long or short?
Either, just don’t give me a Mullet, hehe! * Looked good on Billy Ray Cyrus in the 90s but I don’t need one.*
Oh, it won’t look like that. *Oh, shit I have pissed her off.*
Have you ever had bangs?
Yes, I had bangs, but they grew out. * She apparently thought I said I LET them grow out.*
OK, we’re done, I think it will look good when you fix it.
Thank You? * My bangs, they are still down to my bottom lip! And tapered, you must be kidding. I wanted a hair cut that was easy. This is not going to be easy. I wanted a haircut that was out of my eyes and face, now my bangs are long, but too short to tuck behind my ears.*
She rang me up and hubby paid her. I walked out still shocked that she thought I had a haircut I could live with. It took me walking half way across the store to regain my speech.
Hubby said if my bangs were shorter it would be a cute haircut. I said if my bangs were shorter I might be happy with it. Hubby thought I needed to color my hair, you know get rid of the gray and I might be happier. My hair goes red every time I color it. I had it colored by a woman who swore she could color it and it not be red, I walked out with Auburn hair! Which is RED!!!!
Hubby chose the color, Champagne blond, I told him my dark brown hair would not go to that blond, but he was convinced it would look good on me. We came home and he decides I should color my hair NOW. So I get out the box and read the instructions and decide it will only take 30 minutes or so and what did I have to lose. I hate the cut, why not throw on a color I don’t like!
Actually, I like the color. Of course it is nowhere near blond, but it is a lot lighter and it looks fairly good on me. It does have a lot of red highlights in it. My natural highlights are red and golden blond. So I expect red highlights, but even hubby liked it, even with the red. I still don’t like the cut. It would be cute if I fixed it, I think, but I really don’t want to spend time fixing it every morning and it is still in my face all the time. I will end up finding someone who will cut bangs on me and let them taper it down from there, or maybe just let them cut all of it off and start all over. It only took 9 months or so to finally give in and try someone new.
Saturday, hubby came in and informed me the house had a smell. A dog pee smell, we need to clean the carpet. And while we are moving furniture, we might as well rearrange it and clean down the walls, they are pretty dusty. And we can move the big screen out of the house since it’s not working, hey does your mom still have that stereo stand? I think the TV will fit on it. And while you are talking to her about that ask if we can borrow the carpet cleaner.
I think he got on crack! He had way to much energy for me and was rattling away ninety to nothing.
So I call mom and yes, she still has the stand and yes, we can borrow the carpet cleaner. Can she not hear the sound of my voice that says just say NO? So at 1 o’clock we head of to mom’s to gather supplies. Little Miss fears her room could get involved so she refuses to stay with grandma. The stereo stand, it is decided, is too small for the TV after all. Mom has an idea. We can get the stand out of the bedroom and switch out TVs if we want to. Her spare TV is bigger. Or wait, she has this stand in the closet, it might work out better.
We end up, taking the doors off the closet and unloading the stand and using the one from the closet. We leave her TV, dammit, it is bigger than ours. We gather up the carpet cleaner and hit the road again. We stop to pick up a few cleaners and a couple of cheeseburgers.
We get home and The Boy pulls up in his new ride. It has a few quirks, the blinkers turn on when you open the door, the horn doesn’t work, the gas hand doesn’t work and the speedometer jumps from 15 to 80 all the time. You know just a few quirky things. Dad said he could fix it. And of course he does his dead level best to do it then, so he doesn’t have to help with the house, I fooled him, I waited for him.
We forgot to get carpet cleaning solution while we were out, so we had to get it. We unloaded half of the room and was on our way out the door when pest #1 came up. He sat and talked for 30 minutes, all the while we were saying we needed to go. Before he could leave MIL and Red pull up, they sit and talk and we are getting further and further behind. We finally leave 1 hour and 30 minutes later. We got home and at 3:30 we only had half the room empty and nothing else done.
We worked until 11pm. When I say we worked I mean, he moved the furniture and washed the walls, I cleaned the knic knacs, the pictures and shelves on the walls, the furniture, the floors and did everything else. When we quit for the night, all the walls were cleaned, the floor on both sides was cleaned, the couch and recliner were cleaned, the TV stand was in place and set up with the TV and satellite receiver and half of the desk was cleaned. I was exhausted and he went to bed. I had to stay up with Little Miss, which meant I got in the bed at about 1ish. I was exhausted! Did the dogs care? Why hell no, they were all three in there at various stages of snoring,whining and running in their sleep! When did they all take to sleeping in my room? I didn’t invite them!
Sunday morning…… I got up too early! I was cleaning by 8 o’clock. I finally almost had the living room cleaned and put back together when we left at 3:30 to go clean the office. We got back and went to MIL to eat.
She went and got BBQ, she made Cole slaw and potato salad. I made baked beans. She had everything on the table by 10:30. We ate at 5:30! The Cole slaw tasted funny and the potato said was somewhat runny and had a wang to it. My beans, were cold! The BBQ was OK. Not a good meal!!! I swear, she wants to make us all sick. She could have put it in the fridge and we could have gotten it out as needed. She said she would have it ready when anyone wanted to eat. Be it lunch or supper. I guess she has never heard of food poisoning!
Her brother came to eat, he is a BIG eater! I kid you not, this man is about 5′3 and weighs every bit of 400lbs. We say he is five foot tall and five foot round. There wasn’t much in the way of food left when we got there. I guess we all got enough to eat though.
I came home and finished putting the living room back together and tried to reclaim the kitchen from the pile of shit that found its way in there. I had to run the dishwasher, we had no cups! And they all wouldn’t fit in there, I had to run it, unload it and load it again! I finally decided a visit to Dad wasn’t going to happen, so I called him. Two hours later, I got back to cleaning the kitchen! I got the counters cleaned off, the dust swept out of the floor. But the floor is still slick from Pledge over spray! OOPS! I will get to it. I told hubby to be careful, can I help it if he wasn’t paying attention? No he didn’t fall, just slid across the floor!
So what did hubby do all day while I was cleaning? He was visiting with various people who came over and he would come in and say, I ‘ll be in when they leave and help you. Oh, yes, he wants to clean and I end up with the majority of the work. He complained that the house was dusty. He complained that the walls were nasty. He complained that he wished we hadn’t started this. He did work, but my Lord, so did I. And he started it!
I finally quit about 8pm. I will finish it today, maybe. The living room looks great though! I wish the rest of the house was done! Hubby called and said he would be home early, I bet he wants to start on The Boys room, he has decided it is the source of the nasty smell. Or as he puts it, “It smells like dog piss and his ass.” I don’t want to know what his ass smells like! Really the room smells sweaty. It is his sheets and mattress. the Boy has an inability to actually change sheets. I put them in there and he throws them in the floor. I put them on the bed and somehow after a couple of days they end up in the floor. And that is where Daisy had her Parvo runny shit. So I guess it does need cleaning.
Daisy prefers shitting in Little Miss’ closet or at the foot of The Boy’s bed, with the occasional pile in my room. She likes to piss in the hallway. I cleaned that carpet, it helped some. I had her broke, damn Parvo and spending 5 days pissing and shitting in her cage at the vet’s! I am beginning to wonder if I will ever get her broke again!
Well, I guess I must go Little Miss is up and I really need to get started cleaning and washing some clothes, before we are all nakkid. So until next time…..
HAVE A GREAT DAY AND THANKS FOR VISITING!!!!
