Icing on the Cake

 This past week was rather busy, and Friday afternoon was the icing on the cake!  I have an elderly client who doesn't drive and to make it to her hair appointments I pick her up and a family member gets her home. 
Well it all started like this:  I have a co-worker whose car is in the shop, and I picked her and her two little ones up to take them to day care/pre school. Along the way I also picked up "Mrs. B" my client; we got a bit of a late start because the little ones were being cantankerous and it was early in the morning.  By the time we got to the salon we were running late and I busted my hiney to get her wrapped for her perm.
The perm went off without a hitch. No problems thank goodness and I provided a couple of cookies and some hot apple cider for Mrs. B; her daughter called to see how much longer and was extremely RUDE to my co-worker on the phone. 45 minutes go by Mrs.B is under the dryer and the daughter comes storming in and proceeds to yell AT HER MOTHER IN FRONT OF THE WHOLE SALON!!!  Was I upset? you bet!! Was I defensive in Mrs.B's circumstance...of course!! I was absolutely LIVID that her daughter acted like that in the salon and lashing into her mother as well.
What did I do you ask?  I waited until the daughter and Mrs.B were out of the salon door BEFORE  I let the hairbrush I was holding fly across the room!!  I have to admit I felt a lot better after having said a few choice words under my breath and throwing the brush.
Maybe the next time the daughter comes in she'll remember her p's and q's because I refuse to let someone talk to her mother like that.

Waiting for Snow.

Waiting for Snow

Days spent watching the skies,

wondering which way the snow pattern will fall.

Turning up the heat to ward off the cold,

turning it down so as to avoid "hot flashes" in the middle of the night!

Cussing Mother Nature for being

a mean old woman,

giving us a hint of Spring only to have snow

for the next three days and snarling traffic.

Seeing people who should NOT

be paring down their wardrobe so soon;

and wondering to myself : do they own mirrors from the waist down?

 

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Dem Bones

Dem Bones dem old cracklin bones!

Ever wonder how people told when a storm

was on the way?  Yeah me too.

I have an idea though it may seem strange,

old timers who were riddled with arthritis

would tell folks "a storm was a comin" because their bones or joints hurt.

Well, I have a bone that does that too.

* * * *

Now don't laugh, cause it really is a

weather predictor for me anyway and it's never been wrong!

My left big toe has a bunion on it, matter of fact my right one does too

but the left one...starts to throb and burn when a storm is on the way.

It does not matter if it's a winter or summer storm;

to the toe it's a STORM!

All I know is that before the storm hits

all kinds of pain starts coursing through the toe.

I once asked my mom if her toe "Stump" got

any pain in it prior to having the joint replaced?

She said "Stump" before surgery was quite painful

and afterwards no pain! 

No pain means my toe is now the family weather vane;

or perhaps I should nickname it "The Weather Pain"?

Either way, I always consult my toe

prior to looking at the weather forecast. 



Wordless Wednesday

Reflecting on Mondays

Yesterday was a "boo hoo" kind of day.

I woke up feeling pretty good, the next thing I knew

I was sitting on the side of my bed bawling my eyes out!

I have this habit of worrying about the things to come

rather than focusing on the present. Bad idea on my part.

Obviously, if I'm bawling in my room; but here's the facts:

My daughter will turn 18 in May, yeah it's still a ways off

but it matters to me.

She doesn't visit me that much since she's busy with her friends

and I miss the conversations we used to have.

I call a couple of times a week,

but there is only so much one person can do

before it becomes too old.

If I remember correctly, it takes two to tango

and she isn't dialing my number very often.

I'm also suffering from "empty nest" syndrome.

Yeah I know I'm too young, when I got married 3 years ago

I had hoped that my daughter would be over more often?

No such luck, now I have a second bedroom that

the Chihuahua has pretty much claimed as her own room.

Her toys are in there as well as her bed

and her favorite sunshine spot too. 

Now, I've decided to sell the massive bunk bed/futon

and put some extra shelving in and rearrange the sparse

furniture we do have and make it a "game/man cave room".

* * * *

Then again, I might just put the desk and computer

in there and the shelving to give me more linen closet storage.



This is the result of an over eager dog who loves her momma so much!  It's very difficult to talk on the phone when the "licking" commences; have a great weekend!