Life goes on

The tacky fireplace in the tacky Hilton in tacky Niagara Falls. Yes, it is a picture.

Well, yesterday I got my hair done and let the apprentice cut my hair. I have never let anyone but the Pro cut my hair for over 15 years. But I decided, I want hair that I don't need to fuss with unless I feel like fussing. Some days I have to be at work at 6:30 in the morning and I do not feel like fussing on those days. So the apprentice cleaned up the horrible haircut and gave me some pointers. She said to comb out my hair when it is sopping wet, scrunch to get the curls and then put in the product. And do not touch it again. I can try this. It also looks great blown out if I do decide to fuss.

I bought new jeans for work. Technically we are not supposed to wear jeans, but these are brown and black and as the only woman in the group I can get away with more. Yep, in this day and age the only woman in the group. The Corporate QM is a woman so it is just me and her. Anyway I am now between sizes and the jeans can be thrown in the dryer so maybe they will shrink as I shrink.

Monday I have to go to work and build new pilots. And I do not think we have enough parts. And I am wondering just how I am supposed to deal with this little snag.

Punkin Head is so excited about his new job. He found out that he does not want to live in Felony Flats as one of the neighborhoods is known. That is good information. I gotta find out exactly when they are leaving, but right now it just makes me cry. My boy is moving across the country with his new bride and it is a monumental change. I will buck up and be fine, but I will miss him so very much.

Every morning now I get up and go to work and Sammy Dog goes to prison. Sammy is a good boy but not trustworthy enough to be allowed to wander all day. We have a child proof gate that keeps him in the kitchen, the prison. And he has a new prison bed. He does not like the prison, not at all. When I get home he is all over me until he comes in from peeing. Then he is like, I don't think so mama.

The job is fine but the feet are killing me, today was about 7 hours of walking on the cement and just after I get better this week, the plant shuts down for 2 weeks. I better walk every day on the cement to keep this up.

I gave up on all the shopping that was becoming tedious and went back to the Internet, I ordered new shoes and socks and Sephora and the dress for the wedding. I was tired of the run around and found the maker of the dress in Los Angeles, it is made (sewn) in L.A. for I figure it is our own illegal aliens doing the sweat shop labor but at least the money stays in the local economy. I hope it fits or I might end up wearing jeans.

My haircut is a horror story and I refuse to look at it or discuss the ugly hairdo. If it does not grow out a bit before the wedding I will be wearing a hat.