Just a bit of house-keeping this morning...first of all... I had a huge shock yesterday - far greater than anything on the Richter Scale...the mister FIXED my computer!! He is NOT not a fixer...but somehow, somewhere, someway...sorry, channeling Barbra Streisand - who has a new album coming out soon - can hardly wait! I love Streisand, her voice, her attention to detail, her homes, her husband...perhaps in my next life I shall be her...back to the computer - it's up and operational and the mister said all is well...a small miracle.
Now, speaking of miracles, let me tell you about my hair. Eleanor Roosevelt said, "No one can make you feel inferior without your consent." Well, Eleanor never met the hairdresser I had last week! On the recommendation of a friend, I went to a new salon...my stylist was a she-male...yep, pretty sure...attractive face, long thin legs, thinner than even the Fashionista's, but the Adam's Apple, well, that was a dead giveaway. And IT was intimidating! I went in wanting a TRIM and an all-over foil...came out with my hair 4-inches shorter thanks to her mad razor wielding and racing stripes on the sides of my head . I cried on the way home...like a baby. Then, girded up my loins, went to the drugstore and purchased hair color. I "painted" on the color, trying to make the racing stripes blend in...waited 45 minutes, rinsed it off...what was that ruby-red-grapefruit shade?!? Horror of all horrors, the skunk stripes were now pink! I was starting to hyperventilate...I asked the mister how bad it looked and he replied, "It looks like it always does." Please pass the tailpipe - time to inhale! Fortunately my brain did not fail me in my darkest hour...I remembered the baby shampoo...it strips color like acid rain. So I carefully washed the sides of my head with baby shampoo...and the rest of my head with "color-safe" shampoo...rinsed, dried and...whew! The pink stripes faded into a beige-y shade...similar to something you'd find on a Ford Taurus. All's well that end's well. No pictures as I do not want to encourage blackmail.
Next on the agenda I have a new blog for you and it's all about a REAL miracle...many of you are probably familiar with it. A friend sent me the link the other day and I haven't been able to stop thinking about Nie Nie Dialogues. It's the on-going story of a couple who survived a plane crash, suffering 3rd degree burns over 80% of their bodies. It's probably one of the most compelling and inspiring blogs I've ever read...and funny, too. Don't waste another minute - go check it out. This remarkable couple will soon be on Oprah...they didn't exactly say that but they were in Chicago visiting a "celebrity" and I'm sure it wasn't Blagojevich...
The identity of the person with the chin-hair shall remain anonymous. You don't know her. And my writing about the chin-hair in the same post as the peach pie was strictly a convenience for me...Lori does not have chin hair. Repeat...Lori does not have chin hair!
The oven repairman just left, the heating element has been replaced and my piece of crap Jenn-Air (my little nick-name/term of endearment for my oven) has been resuscitated and I am now free to bake my brains out. It's 3 years old and it's been repaired 3 times. Warning Will Robinson...Warning!
After reading this much, you're entitled to something nice...
My kitchen wall quilt...made about 10 years ago...it was a real pain too but I love it...I'm remaking this quilt in different colors and am going to make it bigger...at least that's the plan.
