Bad Luck Hair Day

So I've worn my hair long for most of my life. Little by little each year, I've cut it shorter than my norm. I won't lie. I miss my long, silky black hair. When I was younger, my hair was so shiny, silky and healthy that everyone thought my hair was blue. I guess you could have called it "blue black". But, as I've grown more mature, well, let's just say that my hair is just not what it used to be.

I've been trying out new styles for the past couple of years. My hair is still its natural color (black), but I do have to color the gray every four to six weeks. I've heard as you get older, you should go lighter with hair color. So, I decided if I was going to go lighter, I wasn't messing around. I only wanted a salon that specialized in color. I'm glad I didn't ask how much it would cost beforehand, because I probably would have backed out.

Anyway, 4 hours and $225 bucks later, I had this fabulous hair cut and beautiful, new caramel highlights. I watched my stylist style my hair. It looked easy enough. When I came home, my family loved my new look, but made comments like, "Well, I'm sure it'll never look this way again." or "You'll never make it look this good yourself." Well, I was determined. I memorized how she took a round brush to my bangs. I didn't even own a round brush, but rushed out to get one. There were so many to choose from. I finally decided on a small, metal one. After the necessary 2 days, I could finally wash my hair. My family was going to be so proud of me when I presented my new do all by myself! I took the round brush and wrapped my bangs in it. I let them sit for a few minutes and then decided it was long enough so I began to take the brush out. It wasn't budging. I tried again. Nothing. After 10 minutes, I called for Kendra. There was no way I was going to let George see me like this. When she came into my bathroom, she laughed at me and said, "What did you do?!" I told her to shut up and google how to get a metal brush out of your hair. She ran away laughing and came back with a fork.

Downstairs, George and Kolby could hear me crying from the bathroom. The next thing I knew, my entire family was gathered around to see what Mommy had down to herself and laughed at my misfortune. George took the fork from Kendra, got the vaseline and conditioner out and went to work.

And, this video, my friends explains what happened and why I'll stick to the simple look.

A Christmas Memory

When I was 10 years old, my parent's divorced. I was devastated. The first Christmas after the divorce would be our first without Dad. My brother, two sisters, Mom and I had moved to another state to live with our grandmother, so we were far away from Dad. We weren't able to see him for months. Because we didn't have any money, we wouldn't be able to see Dad or vice versa.

On Christmas Eve, there was a knock on the door at my Granny's house. I ran to the door and answered it. I was shocked. I couldn't believe my eyes. There was my father, standing before me. I opened the screen door and jumped in his arms. He twirled me around as I sobbed in his arms.

The toys I asked for? I don't remember one of them. But, this was one Christmas gift I've never forgotten.

I miss you, Dad.

Follow Up From The "Twilight Zone"

I thought I should let my faithful readers in on what happened since seeing the "doctor" I wrote about in my previous blog. My phone rang the other night. I didn't recognize the number, but answered anyway, which is out of character for me.

It was her. I took the call in my bedroom, so as not to startle my family. Yes, people, she actually called me. She told me how disaappointed she was that I had called her office to inform them that I wouldn't be returning. She said she felt such a "connection" with me. She went on and on until she was called away by someone in her office. She said, "Can I call you back so we can talk about this more?" I said, "No, what's the point?" She called back anyway about 30 minutes later. Ok, this was starting to piss me off.

She starts again. She brings up the "connection" we made again. She says she'd really hoped we could become friends. She seems annoyed when I tell her that's not going to happen.

She goes on to plead with me to give her another chance. She says, "Ok, if you don't want to be friends, can I at least be your doctor?" WHAT?! I again told her it wasn't going to happen. I wished her well and reminded her that she'd known me all of 10 minutes before telling me some very personal, intimate details about her life.

I said, "Let me give you a piece of advice. Next time you feel a "connection" with a patient, ask her/him to lunch after the exam. But, hey, what do I know?"

Then she says, "Is there really nothing I can say to change your mind?" I replied. "Nothing comes to mind." and proceeded to hang up the phone.

Thirty minutes later, I received four new text messages. No, I'm not kidding.

My Twilight Zone Doctor Visit

So, last Friday, I had a 9:30 a.m. doctor's appointment for my yearly physical. You know, the kind where they're supposed to check everything! Your blood pressure, heartbeat, ears, nose, throat, blood work, etc. etc. That once a year physical that your insurance allows and pays 100% (mostly). Anyway, I arrived fifteen minutes early to fill out my paperwork since I was a new patient. That's right, folks. I'd never laid eyes on this practice, never met my new doctor before in my life. You'll want to remember this fact. I chose this doctor from the list approved by my PPO.

My criteria? I wanted a female with years of experience and one who'd graduated from an accredited and respected college. From the looks of her, on paper anyway, I was sure I'd found my perfect match.

After filling out my paperwork, I handed it to the receptionist. She handed me back my medical history and said the doctor would go over it with me during my visit. Fifteen minutes later, I was called into the examing room, where a nurse asked me more questions and said, "the doctor will be in momentarily". Yeah, right. I waited the usual 30-45 minutes before the doctor walked in. She was attractive, seemed to be in reasonably good shape, wore a nice suit and had a great haircut. She smiled and introduced herself. And then I entered the "twilight zone".

I can't tell you exactly how it happened and frankly I'm still baffled everytime I think about it. Within five minutes of entering the exam room, this doctor, begins to spill her guts out to me about a special "friend" that she's got the hots for. I was in shock. I sat there stunned, shaking my head as she goes on, "I'm in love with two men, Victoria, and I don't know what to do. I really like this other guy so much! He's the first person I've ever met who's smarter than I am (not saying much) and I just can't help myself." She goes on. Seriously, she doesn't stop. "Now, don't get me wrong. I have a wonderful husband and we have great sex 5 times a week, but I really can't stop thinking about being with this other guy. I just don't know what to do! What do you think?" I said, "Seriously? Ahhhh. Well, let's see, how to you feel about God?" She looks surprised. "Oh, it's so funny you bring Him up, I've been trying to think of a way to convince Him that it's a good idea." Are you friggin' kidding me?!

I said, "Don't waste your breath, God would never give you permission to have an affair!" She looks stunned. "Why not?" Again, are you FRIGGIN kidding me!? I said, "Because it goes against everything He stands for." She continues, smiling proudly as she does, "I just really like this guy so much, Victoria, but you're probably right, I shouldn't, but I think it's a possibility." Then she laughs. Yes, folks, she laughs. I said, "Look, if you don't stop what you're doing, you might as well book a room at the Hilton." She laughs out loud again and says, "That is so funny. You are funny!" Friends, I wasn't trying to be funny.

After 45 minutes of this (and I've given you the very, short abbreviated version), the nurse phones in the room and tells her she has other patient's waiting. She hurries out the door, tells me it was great to meet me and she hopes we become "great friends" (not likely) and gives my paperwork to the nurse with instructions to draw labs on me. That was it. No physical, no, how are you doing, is there anything you want to talk about, are you concerned about anything going on with your body, nothing!

Oh yeah, did I mention that she copied my cell phone number (she took it from my chart) into her cell phone!? Oh and lest I forget to mention the 87 year old patient she tells me about that wants to "do her". Or that she told me he said "affairs are good for marriages." Well, of course, he told her this, duh, he wants to "do her"! I'll be sending her a bill for $100 bucks. I'd say that's about the going rate for a one hour counseling session.

I never got my physical. And, I'm changing doctors. First thing in the morning.

Lil Pooks is Here!

Last Thursday, October 2, I got the surprise of my life! One of the best I've ever had.......ever! I was tricked to leave my office by my Admin Asst Andrea and when I returned, guess who walked out of my office! Teryn and my Lil Pooks!

A week earlier, Teryn purchased a plane ticket from Nashville, called George, gave him a list of what he needed to pick up (car seat, bathtub and diapers) and the plan was set. My Lil Pooks was on her way, with her Mommy to see Mimi!

I have her with me for 12 days........12 days!! This is the easy part. The hard part will be when I have to put them on a plane next Tuesday. My blog won't be so cheerful then.

But, for today, I'm sitting on the couch watching as my granddaughter watches "Sid the Science Kid". For now, I'm in "Mimi Heaven". :)

My True Love's Name is Jesus

Something dawned on me today. I'm a little slow sometimes. God adores me. He loves me and thinks I'm pretty amazing. As I was sitting here in my kitchen, watching over dinner on the stove, I realized that I write blogs about my family quite a lot. I write about what they're going through or how much they mean to me and how much I love them. Well, I'm a little ashamed to admit, but I've neglected to write about the very One whose blessed me with all that I write about, the good and the bad. He's the One who blessed me with the family and friends that I love so much. He's taught me how to love them, despite our differences. He's so many things to me. These are just a very few of them.

He's my best friend and knew He was all I'd ever need, yet He sent me George.
He's my Redeemer and has forgiven all my sins, yet loves me even though I still sin.
He's my Savior, yet allows me to make mistakes, so that I learn from them.
He's my Everything, yet encourages me to enjoy others.
He's jealous of my time, yet doesn't punish me when I neglect my time with Him.
He's beautiful, yet He thinks I'm breathtaking.
He's perfect, yet loves this woman who's not even close to it.
He's true to His word, yet accepts me even though I haven't always been.
He's sinless, yet He desperately loves this sinner.

It is absolutely mind blowing how much He loves us. Beyond my comprehension.

He's Jesus. He's God. He's the Holy Spirit. And He's mine.

Lil Pooks is 3 Months Old!

Happy 3 Month Old Day, my Lil Pooks! Mimi is so in love with you, she can't even see straight. Thinking about you every day just makes me smile. My life is changing because of you! You're not even 15 lbs yet, but you weigh me down with how much I love you!

I can't wait to see you. And I can't wait to be closer. Slumber parties, shopping days, candy runs, ice cream treats, you name it and I think you'll get it.

What the heck am I going to do when you start talking and asking me for things? Go broke, that's what.