Here's one for the books

So earlier this evening I am driving down the road to meet the hub-a-dub for some dinner and I realize Veronica is not sounding right and I think I know what's wrong. Pull over, yep fear is confirmed, I have a totally flat tire. Call my dad, "Sweetie you're going to have to change the tire. You can do this." Great.



Happen to be in a parking lot of a playground/field; alone. Get out. Now, I'm a woman who has never changed a tire before (faithful V and old Bessy before her never left me in that predicament), I also have a cranky child in the back seat, oh and yeah, I'm 3 months prego. I can do this. Still on the phone with my father. Can't figure out how to get the stinkin' spare out of the trunk...wouldn't want it to come loose now would we. Finally get it all out with a little pep talk from my dad. Meanwhile 6 cars have passed by to drop off their kid for soccer practice; none stop.


The spare is half my weight; awesome. Get everything set up. Have to stand on and then jump on the wrench to get the lug nuts loosened. My son is loosing it. Have 5 members of my family try and talk to him over the phone to calm him down. Finally get the tire off the car and land on the ground with the tire over me. Nice. 4 more cars have passed.


Drag the spare over and finally get the dang thing into the wheel well and onto the bolts...I need another pep talk. Carson is wailing. Jump on the wrench again to now tighten the lug nuts. A car stops. Guy says, "hey looks like I'm a little late but do you need help?" " uh I think I'm ok now, could've used some help a half hour ago but thanks anyway." "Hey sorry, but looks good, well done." Gee thanks

Heave and ho with the now mangled tire and get everything back into the trunk. Land into the driver's seat and try to soothe my child. Clean myself up with baby wipes and we're off. Loved the 40 min. detour.

Can I have my merit badge now?

We're Excited!

Our family definitely thinks 2 is better than 1

We're excited to welcome another cute baby into our family this September!

How does this happen?

You would think that since I am in the hair cutting field that I would be able to keep up with my own hair needs....nope!



I haven't had my hair cut since July and it was time for a trim and some shaping. I have had some bad luck in the past with finding a good hair stylist. The only haircuts I have liked are from my hair school friends and then my cousin Piper. (my mom is pretty good too!) But the other haircuts I've had have been disastrous.

So did some research and found a place that I thought would be pretty good. I walk in and find that Sandy is a male. Ok, I can deal with that. And no, not gay; that was made abundantly clear. A strange 55 year old man but he seemed to be listening while I explained I wanted an inch off the bottom and the layers 3 inches about that looking very shattered not steppy. I also told him the razor has been used to create that look I like. I really felt like we were on the same exact page. (oh, yeah I don't tell hairstylist that I do hair just cause I don't think it's relivant and might just make them nervous) Anyway. The longest time I've ever spent in a chair for a trim and shaping! Finally he gets a mirror.


I HATE IT! Holy cow. Worst haircut ever! I mean, not just was it totally not what I asked for but it looks horrible. Some times I've gotton something different then what I asked for but it looks like an actual haircut. Not this. He did take an inch off the bottom but then I have layers 6 inches above that....and it looks like a lawn mower hacked across my hair. NO razor was used and it's just a bunch of cut lines all over my head.

This is what I don't get....I said I liked it, that it was excellant, and then tipped him $7. How does that happen? What is wrong with me!