However, the down side of my decision, as I learned when mom and dad got home, my cousin Sherry, who lives in Idaho, with whom I've just gotten in contact with again after years, has sent her two oldest children to Tempe for a visit, #1 Son and Only Daughter, and they were there tonight. I am pretty disappointed that I didn't get a chance to say hello to them and see what they look like after all these years. Mom said that Only Daughter is taller than she is, she thinks, and when she went to hug her, mom whispered in her ear how pretty she was. The pictures Sherry has of her on her website certainly back that up. #1 Son has graduated now and is off to Hong Kong for a big adventure. I don't know if I'll get another opportunity. I'm sorry, Sherry. I really wanted to say hi to them and talk to them a bit. If another chance opens up I'll try again.
I know that my parents really wanted me to stay with them a bit longer, and having Ozzy here with them is helping their grief with Hank, I hope, but I really wasn't ready to leave Michele's house. I miss her already. We were talking about me staying here and she was saying that I wasn't a difficult guest and I said I tried, and that's not really true - I didn't try hard. Her home feels like my second home, and I know Michele better than a lot of my family members and just mind my manners. I wish I had a couple of more weeks to spend with her cause the brief times that we had together were always fun. We went to the bookstore with Kathy on Saturday and that was a lot of fun, but we didn't need Kathy to have fun.
In fact, when she was trying to help me with my hair for the wedding, I was afraid she was going to break something inside she was laughing so hard. Evidently I have an, um, expressive face. She worked so hard on giving me some volume on my flat hair, and she did it like a pro! And when it came time for hairspray, I went and got the stuff for blondes that was supposed to make your hair shine. When she was finally finished and I put my glasses back on, I looked at myself and thought I had fallen into a bucket. It was in place but it looked a little wet. I must have looked a little panicked cause she said, "What do you think we should do now? We could wash it out..." I didn't even let her finish the statement. I grabbed my brush and attacked my head. I got about, maybe, an inch in. Okay, so that's how it's going to be, here we go. I brushed and brushed and she just couldn't stop laughing at the expressions I was making as I was going. She finally stopped making any sound at all and was in a crouch with her head almost below her knees. BUT, my hair brushed out just fine and it look great! AND it held great, too. I did pass on putting on makeup, tho, mostly because I was already sweating from brushing out my hair, and it was flippin hot outside. I didn't want to look like some half dead chick from a bad George Romero flick.
She got me the comfort, and easy, food that she knew I was used to eating, and made things so easy for me there. She was a wonderful hostess, and is a great friend, but I did that one already. I just miss being able to see her every day more than anything else. I got spoiled. I hope we can get one more movie in before I go, but I realized today that it's the end of this week that I'm leaving (73 degrees in Moore today, by the way). Thursday is my last poker game. Mom told me tonight that she'll tell me Wednesday about when we can leave. Turns out dad has a test they didn't expect.
Tomorrow Annie and I are going to lunch and then go see Kung Fu Panda (which I have called both Kung Pao Panda and Kung Pao Chicken). Then it's Ladies Night and we're going to Pancho's for dinner. This is one day Ozzy stays home.
Poor little guy is really having a rough time with the allergies and I brought the Benedryl but forgot his eye medicine (I'm a bad mommy). It doesn't help that mom has a really rough bath mat in the guest bath that he really rubs the eye on. If I pick it up he'll just find something, and everything else. It's just the fact that he's rubbed the hair off from around his left eye (the last time it was his right eye) and it makes his little eye stand out like one of those big eyed children paintings.
This bites. I cannot get to sleep. I didn't nap today, and I cannot get to sleep and this is with hydroxyzine, the itching medicine that knocked Trish for a loop for eight hours - she took one and I took two. I'm getting to the cast iron skillet to the head stage. Not my head, of course. I'd have to find someone else's, but I'm sure I'd feel better.
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Good grief I am bad at this comment leaving! Here goes...again!
My princess mentioned to me today that they were over at Rob and Marti's and were under the impression that you had already gone home. I think they will be happy to hear that you are still in town! They are leaving next Wednesday, so there should be at least one day you could get together for a visit. :)
Since the last time you saw them, they have really grown. Kids tend to do that faster that we parents like! Both are now taller than their mom...a fact they make mention of as often as possible. haha
I laughed pretty hard when I was reading about you hair. I am not sure how mine started our flat and straight as a board and ended up curly and a pain in the butt, but there you go. At least I know I am not alone in the weird hair department. I am glad yours turned out fine after everything it went through!!
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