A Bad Hair Day

Poor Brigam.

His hair was really getting long. It was getting so bad that with his hair and those beautiful and long eyelashes that when I was going to the store, I almost thought twice about something pink in Brigams size. Really, he needed a hair cut.

Tyler all of a sudden thought he was Zohan (only the hair dresser part, not the other gross stuff) and wanted to cut hair. Jeremy was the first brave one. Tyler did an OK job and even put some "steps" into the side of his head. I'm not sure what the steps are for, but it looks 'super cool'.

To do the cut, he needed to toggle between the #2 attachment and the straight up hair trimmer. #2 for the cut and straight up for the steps. I really had to actually BEG Brigam to let Tyler cut his hair, even after he saw Jeremy's successful head of hair.

So Brigam sits down for his cut, Tyler puts on the #2 attachment and starts in on the sides of his head. He did a great job. He left the top uncut. Tyler thought it was so funny; he left a tough little mohawk on the top of his cute little head. Mike and I were laughing. Tyler made Brigam get up out of his chair to go take a look at his wonderful work. Meanwhile, Jeremy came back because one of the steps weren't quite strait, so Tyler readied the clippers and fixed the "step".

Brigam returned from his look in the mirror and sits down in the hair cutting chair to have Tyler finish the job. Tyler takes two swipes along the top of his head with the clippers and says, "Mom!" I walk into see this.....

Why it took two swipes for him to realize his mistake, I'll never know. Yes, that is a little tear coming down Briggy's face. What happened when Tyler finished fixing Jeremy's hair is that he forgot to put the attachment back on the clippers. Brigam's only choice was to have his head shaved pretty close to bald. He was not happy. I even told him I'd give him $10 (about what I would pay for a professional, not a Zohan knockoff, to do it). That made him feel a little better, but he was still so very sad.

All of his sorrow only lasted about 12 hours because when he came from school that next day, he was full of smiles. I said, "Did the kids say anything about your hair?" He said, "Some big ones did, but everyone was rubbing my head today, especially the girls."

Right, Poor Brigam. :)

What a compliment!

As you know I love my kickboxing class. When I participate in this calorie rear-kicker of a class, I tend to sweat. Not perspire or "glow", but a straight out drippy, wet, where's-a-towel kind of sweat.

My t-shirt sleeves help a little, but I hate it when I have sweat drip down my forehead into my eyeballs. The teachers of the class had a great idea to avoid this problem, but I was never brave enough to follow suit. I mean it looked so great on them, I just didn't think I could pull off the look myself, but Taunya A was brave enough and it looked great on her. It was a common "do-rag", but it looked great on her. It worked well for her. It did it's job as far as keeping most of the sweat out of eyeballs and that was a big selling factor. So I joined in the "do-rag" fun.

After I wore it the first day, I was driving home and who pulled up next to me, but my precious son, Tyler. He waved to me from his car and then gave me a double take. When we pulled into the driveway, he jumped out of my car and said, "What's up with this look?"

I tried to explain my reasoning for wearing the do-rag, but he was not seeing clearly the functionality of it.

But maybe he saw me more like this......

I mean I was just done with kickboxing and you KNOW what that does to me!

He said, "You look like a 30 year old single mother who is unemployed and just smoked her last cigarette."

How sweet! Can you believe that he could be so kind? I properly thanked him by saying, "You think I look 30? You are so sweet!"

I just wish everyone had a son as precious as Tyler!

Chloe

Here are some pictures of our new puppy, Chloe.

She is so fun. She loves to go for walks and run like crazy round the yard. Everyone in the family is so enthralled by her and for some reason, she makes everyone talk baby talk to her, even Mike. Weird.

New News about the Pitter Patter of Little Feet

So I started the blog entry that proceeds this one a while ago about the newest member of out family, Daisy. What a cute and furry little (and I do mean little) addition. My joy with Daisy was not lasting, however. A week into having Daisy, Mike got fed up with her lack of potty training and, without me knowing, took her back. Yes, you read that right, he took her back. This from my husband who over thinks things quite a bit and is definitely NOT spontaneous in any decision.

After my anger subsided, I tried everything to get her back. I left the rinky dink little animal rescue group over 8 messages, 3 emails, 3 calls by Mike (again messages because they wouldn't answer our phone calls) and even a personal visit to Prosser because they wouldn't talk to us. They even got over a dozen of letters of reference on behalf of our family. Their response was frustrating and short. 1 phone call and (eventually) two email messages that stated they felt the puppy (Daisy) needed to be in a "more stable home environment" (yeah, you read that right too) and would we want to adopt one of their dogs that were already potty trained?

Then last week they put her back up to be adopted by someone else. It really broke my heart. I really can't believe how attached I was to Daisy. It actually felt like a member of my family was taken from me.

It sounds silly, but I was so consumed by these feelings that it was a bit overwhelming. My brain would not shut off! I prayed day and night to either be rid of the feelings for her or for me to be able to have Daisy back. I did everything I could.

Before I knew that she'd be back up for adoption (I honestly thought they said no because they already gave her away to someone else not because they just didn't like me), we found another puppy. It was apparent throughout this ordeal that I needed a dog to love. Life for me is changing. I felt the need to have someone to nurture who would give me unconditional love.

Our new puppy's name is Chloe. She's darn cute as well, not as small as Daisy, but maybe a bit smarter than her in my opinion (especially in the potty training area). We picked her up on Tuesday the 2nd, but she STILL wasn't Daisy for me. I still longed for my first furry love. As I said before, it was consuming. I think part of it was that I could forgive Mike much easier if I could "fix" the situation that he had caused. I mean, he was really in the dog house with Mykie and me (pun fully intended). The other part was that I just love Daisy.

When I found out that Daisy was available, I struggled with having someone go adopt her for me, finding someone to take Chloe and feeling guilty about ditching Chloe. When Mike and I talked about it, he was fine with the idea. I asked him if I was a psycho because of my obsession with Daisy. He kindly told me no. During all this - consuming thoughts of Daisy - I was still praying to be released from those feelings.

By Thursday night, I had a phone call out to a girlfriend to plan to have her adopt Daisy and I had two calls out to see if other people wanted to add Chloe to their family.

But sometime on Friday afternoon, the answer to all my prayers came. I suddenly felt released from the all consuming feelings I had for Daisy. I could finally have contentment with just Chloe. Friday night was the first night in 2 weeks that I fell right to sleep without thinking about the Daisy situation once.

It seems silly, this whole situation over a dog, but even though I had to be patient for two weeks to get my answer after all I could do, my answer did come and I did recognize the relief.

I wish this situation would have never happened, but in looking back I could have probably stopped it if I could have swallowed some of my pride in dealing with Mike that fateful Saturday Daisy was returned. That doesn't excuse Mike's choices in the situation, but I could have not endured this if I would have acted differently.

Some lessons learned are more difficult than others.

The Pitter Patter of Little Feet

We have a new addition to the family. It's a GIRL!!! Her name is Daisy. I have always loved that name and am so excited that I finally get to use it!

Let me tell you all about her. She is about three months old with hair the color of the perfectly cooked golden campfire marshmellow. She has beautiful large dark eyes - so beautiful. I love to hear those little feet prance around the house. Walking at three months? It's true, she's been walking within days of being born. Here's a photo of her:

Daisy!

Isn't she so dang cute? We think so. We got her last Saturday. It was really a fluke. Mykie and I went to Famous Footwear to look for some new tennies for her tootsies. We couldn't find any in the price range we were given by the new budget nazi so we decided to walk down to Michaels for some needed ribbon, but to walk to the craft store we had to walk right past PetSmart. They were having National Pet Adoption Weekend so Mykie and I went in to see the cute dogs and cats. We walked back past the kittys and straight to the dogs. There were about 9 dogs there with some great "foster pet parents" and Daisy (a.k.a. Tilly). She looked up at us and Mykie and I were hooked. She was such a little lover. She wanted to cuddle and as soon as you put her down she wanted to play.

It took a little coaxing on our part, but soon Mike was agreed that we should bring her home. We've been looking for a little doggie for a bit now, but we haven't found that one special doggie. In fact, that was just what I wanted was a doggie, not a puppy. We tried to get one in December, but we weren't successful at the Humane Society. But we got a winner with Daisy.

Not everyone agreed on Daisy as a name. In fact, one of the suggestions for a name was Kit Kat and they would call her "Kitty" for short. I nixed that one right away. Holy cow, she's already small, let's not give her another complex!

She is doing pretty well in the potty training dept. We're still working on it. She's been pretty good on taking walks although in the beginning of every walk it's like pull starting a lawn mower. As soon as you pull a little, give her a little slack, then she'll start walking. She does put on the brakes for a few things like car noise, someone walking towards us, someone working in their garage....etc. I just pick her up (she only weighs about 5 lbs, maybe even 3 lbs) and carry her for a bit until we do the jump start/lawn mower thing again.

Well, I guess that she is really a replacement creature for Tyler that is going to leave us in less than two months. It actually came to light the other day when Tyler was complaining about the lack of energy Daisy was showing when he was trying to play with her. We were still kicking around the final name for her. Tyler said, "She doesn't do anything. She just lays there and looks at you." I said, "Should we name her Tyler?"

She's crate trained so that makes bedtime a little easier, she knows what's coming.

Quote of the Week...so far, but it's only Wednesday

"Just because you two decide you're eating healthy doesn't mean the rest of us have to suffer!"

By Mykalyn who was very disappointed that I was serving French Dip Sandwiches on wheat hoggie buns instead of the usual white hoggie buns

Chivarly Is Dead, but Mother Guilt is Not

So, today I went to TCCC to workout (in the amazing kickboxing class, I really did kick some amazing boxes, but that's another blog all together). After that I went up to Club Max to work on a bulletin board for an hour or so. Then I was headed home. I walked out to my car with Vicky, started my Silver Bullet up and drove out of the parking lot. I idled at that first light for a bit, but then when I pulled up 3 cars behind the next light in front of the Sunmart gas station, the car stopped. It simply quit on me. This is my beloved Pathfinder.

The vehicle that I am very grateful for and I do count on it NOT to pull this type of stunt on me.

Let me give you a little background on this Nissan. When Mike and I bought it used a few years ago, the people that owned it before us bought that really useful and expensive "EXTENDED WARRANTY" option to go with it. This is supposed to cover everything else that isn't covered in the regular warranty. Yea for us. After having the vehicle for a while, the gas E to F gauge stopped working and the digital reader of distance til empty also went south. So we had to fill the car with gas, then reset the trip meter and watch closely until the mileage was around 300, then we knew that we'd have to fill up again. I got tired of this one day and decided to call the Nissan dealer in Pasco to find out how much they would charge to fix it. When I gave them the VIN number to the car they said, "Wow, you have one of those super cool extended warranty thingies. Bring it on down. This shouldn't cost you a thing!" Key word: Shouldn't. Well, after they tore into the car to see what the problem really was they found out that unfortunately my super cool extended warranty happened NOT to cover that little piece of the car. And it only cost me $100+ to have them find that out. It was going to cost me about $400 more to have them fix it. Not in for that. They wouldn't even credit the $100 towards fixing the problem.

That is why we have had to keep an eye on the gas tank. The Pathfinder registered 266 miles on that tank of gas, so we should have had plenty of gas left. Really though, that was the only thing I could think of that was making it not work. I tried to crank it over a couple of times, but it just wouldn't start, so I did what any person in my position would do....I put on my hazard lights and started making calls on my cell phone.

Even though Mike can't get reception at his new job and he's about 40 minutes away, I took a chance and called him anyway. Just as I expected, no answer. I called Mike and Lorraine (a.k.a. Mom and Dad Stateside) on both their home and cell number, no answer. I called Vicky who just left me a minute ago, no answer. I called Tyler, knowing full well that he is in Idaho, but was hoping that maybe, just maybe he was already on his way home (he actually was, but I didn't find that out until hours later), his phone went straight to voice mail.


As I was sitting there wondering what to do, I noticed that there was a little truck behind me and they had been sitting there for about 3 red lights. Two younger guys, just sitting there. I started wondering if they were just waiting for me to get out and explain the situation to them so they could help push my beloved Silver Bullet out of oncoming traffic, but then I noticed that they were both trying to sit a little higher in their seats. Bingo, they must have finally noticed my hazards were on. Promptly (almost hitting another car) they pulled out into the right lane and stared at me as they drove on by.


Now I was joined by the next car. An mid-50's guy and his woman passenger pulled up. They stayed there FOREVER too. "What is the deal?" I thought. "Are my hazard lights NOT blinking rapidly enough? Do people just wonder why this beautiful Nissan is sitting here in the lane? Do they think that I was trying to obey the new "no cell phone" law and making my calls only while I was pulled over to the side of the road. Forget that it's an actual DRIVING LANE!!!!" Soon Mr. 50's guy pulls out in the right lane and leaves me too (not before passenger woman stares her eyes out at me.)


So I decide to call my bishop. I know that sounds terrible, you know how busy he is, but really, no one was home, no one was stopping to help me and I couldn't push my Silver Bullet backwards, steer and direct the oncoming traffic by myself. He, of course, told me he'd be here shortly. He is a saint.


That's when I decide that I am tired of being a sitting duck in the driving lane and get out of the car. I walk behind my car (between another car who can't seem to see my hazards on) and while I walk, I decide that I had better check the hazards. I mean, they can't all be idiots, right? My hazards must NOT be working. WRONG. Of course, there they were blinking as bright as could be. I just walked on by, not even looking back at the mess I'd left in the driving lane.

I headed into the gas station to ask for the use of a gas can. Um, this was naive on my part. Me thinking that a gas station would have access to a gas can. When I asked for one, the lady said, "We don't have any gas cans you can use, but you can buy one." I headed over to the shelf she pointed out to me and grabbed a 1 gallon one can and headed back to the register. "How much are they?" I asked. I don't know, I'll have to scan it. The result? $9.41 with tax. WHAT???? Give me a break. I did one of my really loud sighs that Jeremy hates to hear, but I used it on the attendant. I said, "I have someone coming in about 15 minutes and he will probably have a gas can with him, I just can't get anyone to stop and help me push my beloved (ok I just added that word) car out of the road!" Then the second girl attendant said that she'd help. Great, two girls trying to push a car backwards on a busy road. Hummmmm.

Then this great "mom" lady about 50 or so who was in the line behind me turns to the twenty-something guy behind her and says matter-of-factly, "Are you going to help this lady push her car out of the road?" To which he replied with a hearty, "Um... sure. Just let me pay for my gas." She was not his mother. I really think she didn't even know him. She just saw a need and did what she could do to help.

Thank you, thank you mom lady for reminding that boy what he could do and should do!!! Chivarly is very clearly dead, but Mother guilt is not. Usually when a Mother (any Mother) tells a boy (anyone's boy) to do something, they seem to hear their own Mother and something clicks that says, 'I should do as I was taught.'

So we went back out into the road, waiting for Mr. Hero (by default of mother guilt) to join us. We needed to push the car backwards in the lane into the gas station parking lot. Only problem was that we were very definitely going against oncoming traffic who didn't care that we needed them to move. So here is gas attendant lady trying to push my car backwards and me trying to steer with traffic coming straight at us. I told her we'd have to wait for Mr. Hero so he could push, I could steer and she could direct traffic. Only AFTER Mr. Hero was pushing the car backwards into the lane did someone else come to help for a minute.

I have to tell you that I am pretty disappointed in society. People still need to help each other. People still need help!!! It sounds like a great FHE for my kids (boys especially). Thanks for that teaching moment, but I could have taught it without being taught that way, I think. Besides, I still wait for both Jeremy and Brigam to open a door for me (Tyler thinks it's funny to open the door just wide enough to let himself in and me on the outside of the door. Funny.) Sometimes I walk through, continue to have my conversation with them and realize that it's a one-sided conversation because they are still back there opening the door for other's behind us. They make me so proud!

Long story made a little shorter: I did go get my outrageously priced gas can, filled it with $2.80 worth of gas and was met by my Bishop by my car where he poured it in for me. That did the trick. Unbelievably it WAS out of gas. How embarrassing, but a relief because that was the only thing wrong with the Silver Bullet.

Anyway, for all you mother's that think your constant requests for service from your children go unheeded and unheard, they might not step up when they should, but just the request of another mother brings back all that familiar teaching that you gave them and they will probably do what is right. There is hope. Keep telling them to serve with a smile!