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.

God willing and the creek don't rise

My lunch interview went wonderful and I should be getting an offer soon. And I will take it unless the money is so bad I have to borrow to pay for gasoline. I should start in a week so I must get all of my "things" in order. As a contractor I supply my own stuff and must stock up on things like orange safety vests, pens and small notebooks, scales (for measuring) and I must get Microsoft Office. I never put it on this computer, so I must as this company does a lot of PowerPoint. I also need to call my accountant about what I can write off and therefore must keep track of. The best thing is I do not get nor do I need business cards. I used to hate giving cards to people, just means they are going to call you. And some of those people I do not want to talk to just anytime.

When I was blow drying my hair this morning (to take it back to the regular notch) I decided it was way past time for a hair cut and if I can't get one I will hack it off myself. Sometimes it just takes a minute to make your hair too long.

Sammy Spanky dog has had a turn around with Big Daddy. Yesterday we sitting on the porch waiting for him to get home from the airport and when Sammy saw the car pulling into the driveway he started squealing like a pig and crying like a girl. WTF, that is disgusting.