sax and drugs

July 7, 2007 at 7:18 pm 3 comments

I got my hair cut. And, what can I say? That Janet (my hairstylist) just ROCKS! This is JUST what I wanted! It’s one of those tres chic inverted bobs: longer in the front with short, stacked-up layers in the back.  Love it! I actually got this particular style of cut done back around Easter, but haven’t been able to get myself back in her chair since then. Ya know, there’s just a line two miles long to get in to see my stylist. When you’re good, you’re good!

I missed the garbage truck this morning. This is a very, very bad thing. We make lots of garbage over here. There’s only one thing I know to do at this point.  I think tonight, under cover of darkness, I must go to each house in the cove, and put ONE of my garbage bags from this past week in each one of their otherwise EMPTY garbage cans…(Shhhh. It’ll be our li’l secret.)

Today Maggie and I went to a local do-it-yourself carwash and vacuumed out the blue-hair blue van. I’m sure to get better gas mileage now just because the load is lighter, right? I could have fed a small third world country with the french fries I found in the floor around Maggie’s seat.

Then we did drive-thrus for lunch. We couldn’t agree, so Maggie got McDonald’s and I got Chick-Fil-A.   I eat a whole lot of Chick-Fil-A.  Everyone at work says I will probably one day turn into a chicken, I eat it so often.

Later I called Mama to see if she wanted to ride into the big city to get Jessye’s saxophone out of the repair shop. Jessye’s horn (which is actually my sister’s horn that she played in high school and college, circa 1984?) has obviously sustained a few injuries as of late.  Jessye insisted that she had not dropped it, but the man who did the repairs begged to differ.  Well…that is, when I said that my daughter said she had not dropped the horn, he looked up at me over his little professor-like glasses…his long, gray, nape-of-the neck pony tail down his back, and said, “Ehhhh. Hmm. Well, I’ll say this. This horn has had some sort of incident.”  IN OTHER WORDS, he didn’t think it would be very professional to holler B-S to one of his customers. I’ve spoken with Jessye about that moment since then. She still said she had not dropped the sax. So, I said, “Well, let’s define drop, shall we? I understand that you are saying that it did not fall off your neck strap, nor out of your hand. But, has it, saaaaaaay, slipped away from you and hit hard on your chair seat or the floor? Have you propped it up somewhere and walked off, only to return and find it lying on its side in the floor?”     Ohhhhhh. Does THAT count? Hhhhh.  TWO HUNDRED FORTY FIVE DOLLARS LATER, and the sax is in working order again. And any further repairs that come as a result of having a bent horn will result in Jessye paying for part of the repair fee. Maybe that will help her. The men at the shop say the horn is a good horn. And, Jessye thinks it’s cool that the finish is acid-eaten from my sister’s high-acid content skin. I just don’t see buying a new sax when I have no idea if my child will choose to do band again next year. This is her first year of marching band…complete with all the rehearsals and hot, hot summer band camp WEEKS that come along with that committment. So, we’ll see if my precious fourteen year old princess will decide to stay with this program after this year. After all, humidity is a real coiffure killer. And, band uniforms are horribly unattractive. And being that the horrific uniforms for choir were the main reason she refused to try out when she loves to sing…Well.  You get the point. It’s a wait and see venture.

So anyway Mama initially said no about riding with us to the music store because her hair looked like she’d been in the pool (which she had). But, then decided to pop on a sun-visor and come along, anyway. Before we headed for the repair shop, I drove us thru STARBUCKS and introduced Mama to the thrill of sipping on a Dolce de Leche frappucino. Of course she thought it was scrumptious.

On the way Maggie announced that her stomach hurt. I couldn’t decide if she was really sick, or just feeling attention deprived because Mama and I were chattering incessantly. Meanwhile, my brother in law called to invite us over for supper. I declined on the off chance that Mags is coming down with something. I have to get up early for church anyway. So, it’s better that we just stayed in tonight.

I think I will probably start taking Paxil next week. I have chatted with my doctor about it; I’ve been considering it quite awhile. And, I really think it might be a good thing for me. I kinda hate to sign on for taking something everyday. But, it is worth a try if it would help my nerves. And, I probably need to take vitamins everyday, too, to make up for all the vitamins I am NOT getting in my food choices.

 Speaking of food choices, I think I’ll see what I can find to fix for supper.

Goodnight! : )

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  • 1. pcase  |  July 8, 2007 at 4:31 pm

    YO Tracey – you know if you’re gonna talk about a “new do” then we should see photo of “new do”.

    I gotta tell you, I’m in that mode of ‘what the heck am I gonna do with my hair now?’

    As you know, it has been “big hair” forever. Long before you met me years ago, I had a sassy short do that my hubby just loved.

    So now the question is this – do I leave my hair long (as is) so that I am forever remembered in Stephanie’s wedding photos as the mom with hair longer than the bride’s? OR do I embrace a large pair of scissors and go for a chic cut?

    Honestly, this is the kind of stuff I get bent out of shape about. I don’t want to cut it all off and be mad at myself. Meanwhile, I refuse to be one of those mid-aged women who are hanging on to long tresses for long tresses sake. I feel most certain I could pull off a sassy short look – and I love the salon where I go now. So I trust the cut would be top notch.

    But it is truly a toss-up what to do. All I know is I AM SICK OF MY HAIR. There I said it out loud – at least louder than I’ve said it over here in Music City.

    Wonder what the Bible says about women with
    long hair? I need some counsel on this one!

    BTW, we bought Chelsea a new flute a year ago. Great purchase, good price, she loved it. Then what did she do? Get field commander and she won’t be playing it at all in the fall of senior year – she better be ramping up for some college music classes that involve that flute!

    xo
    pam

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  • 2. tsm  |  July 8, 2007 at 5:29 pm

    Pam, Pam, Pam:

    Some people grow their hair to rebel. Still others, like my husband, for instance, have to cut theirs to make their big statement.
    (Most of the three and a half years that Terry and I were dating, his hair was longer than mine.)

    But, change is fun! How long have those tresses been long? I KNOW you can DEFINITELY pull off sassy hair. It’ll go with your personality! Like you, I’d hate to see you be sorry about it. But, I just don’t think you would be. Besides that, HAIR GROWS.

    For me, I just wanted a change! Something with pazazz. Something that shows some spunk. Something I can wear my cool black frames with and go hippy chick if I like. Yeah? Can you dig it?

    Re: purchasing a saxophone: If we do that, Jessye is DEFINITELY in for FOUR years in that band. There would be no further negotiations. Saxophones…shooooo! They’re HIGH, HIGH! Big bucks.

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  • 3. Spring  |  July 10, 2007 at 7:59 am

    Tracey,

    I enjoyed reading your last three entries! I could just hear your voice telling the stories since I had just heard you tell some of them on the phone! I think your blog is great! Thanks for sharing and I know that you will enjoy having all of the daily life experiences written down in the future when you want to share with Maggie’s kids some of the crazy things she did as a child! OR when you get ready to write that book someday!

    I look forward to seeing you at the doctor tomorrow. Maybe we can get to the bottom of our stress related issues. I am struggling, too, girlfriend!! God! Help US!! You are the Chief Physician!!

    See ya
    Spring

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