Wednesday, August 20, 2003
I went to get my hair cut over my lunch break. Now I don't go to a salon. I used to back in the 80's when I had asymetric purple/brown/bleached hair but nowadays I just run down to the Wal Mart where the Super Cuts or some such chain is and get a couple inches taken off. Today I had on my blue and white striped linen lounge pants and my BK sleeveless athletic shirt on. I did not walk in there lookin' all J-Lo. So she calls my name and I go over and say I think I want to try some bangs this time. Just some layers and bangs. So she spritzes my hair with the water bottle and cuts away. When she finally gets it the way I want it she starts futzing with it to try and get it to curl. Well, it ain't gonna cause it's all nasty humid out. She walks around the chair and reaches for a bottle.
I think she is going for the water bottle again to wet it down some more...*scoff* Nope, she puts that nasty, schelacky scrunching gunk in my hair. GAD I hate that stuff. I had
more than enough chemicals in my hair to last me a lifetime in my youth. Now scroll back up again and read what I looked like going in there. And the description I gave her of what I wanted. Does that present to you as someone who is going to
WANT scrunching gunk in their hair? So I am sitting here with stiff as a board hair, really tempted to go in the bathroom and wash it out in the sink.
Ok, now the male contingent of my reading audience may want to scroll through this next bit cause I'm gonna generalize about men's annoying tendencies.
Are they gone?
What in the bloody hell do men think? I mean in general?
Do they think? John, my DH, did one of the more inconsiderate things he has done in a while yesterday and maybe I'm being unreasonable but GEEZ!!! I was coming back from picking up the kids from school last night and got a flat tire. I was about 2 or 3 miles from home and there was no way I was walking home with a 2 & 4 year old. We don't have the emergency phone for the car anymore to call AAA and I opened up the section where the spare tire is supposed to be and it wasn't there. So I think "Ok, I'm just gonna drive. Every bit closer to home I get is less the kids are going to have to walk. Well I made it most of the way before I just knew if I went any further I was going to do some serious damage. Luckily a nice man named Andre stopped to help and he gave us a ride home. (Which prompted a discussion on getting into cars with strangers with Ian so good comes with the bad.) I called AAA from home and asked if they would please come get my car and bring it home. Ok, cool. So I call John's work to see if he can skip out and go get a tire for my car so I can get to work in the morning. After about 10 minutes of being on hold, the guy comes on the line and says "oh, he's not here. I think he called in sick". Now I say "Um, no, he wouldn't have done that because he stopped into my office on his way to work earlier this afternoon". So I tell him if he finds John have him call his wife. On throughout the evening, tubby bath, getting the kids ready for bed. I settle down to watch Law & Order. About 15 minutes into it I start getting annoyed. He hasn't called yet. I call his work again. Nope he's not here, I think he called in sick. So I ask when did he call. He says call back in 5 minutes and he would find out. So I hang up and call every law enforcement agency in the area and the main trauma center hospital where he would have been taken. Then I call his work back. Nope I couldn't find out any details but he's not here. He called out sick. Ok, he's not at work, he isn't dead in a ditch or unconcious in an ICU anywhere. That leaves intentional wrongdoing. Now I was mad. I mean white hot, can't see, can't sit still, can't think mad. So I pace and check his email and pace and take a shower and pace and check
my email and pace and then I decide to watch a movie. Perhaps that will calm me down. I peruse the titles on the shelf and come across "Dead Man Walking". Perfect. This will put things into perspective for me. And I sit and prepare to wait for his a** to get home. In the end it turns out his back was hurting him so he left work and went to get a massage then go back but they wouldn't let him go back to his regular duties so they put him on lite duty jobs on another floor for a while and then he came home. Notice that
nowhere in this litany is there anything about calling his wife and leaving a message in case she needs to get ahold of him for something.
What do they think? What process goes through their heads???? What if there was a fire or an accident? What if one of us had had to go to the emergency room of if a maniac had broken into the house?
GAD
Well, anyway, the guys can come back now. I am scheduled to have my surgical consultation on Sept. 2nd. I'll let y'all know what happens. I think I've blathered enough for today.
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