Mom

For some reason, my mother is amused by my blog. This one is about her. I hope she is amused. My mother had surgery today to remove a "bit of cancer" from her breast. "Bit of cancer" is in quotes because that's how she told me. No tears were shed, appointments were made and attended alone, and insurance information (a daunting task) has been filed. My sister and I decided we would both come Sunday evening to tend to her needs, bring her food and drive her to the Breast Center to remove this "bit of cancer." My mother was the epitome of calm. She came home and slept. It took both my sister and I to answer the phone, get her meds, make dinner and watch over our mother. As my sister and I sat down to dinner, exhausted and worn out, our mother got up, heated some soup, washed a dish, took a phone call, watched the news, read the paper, told a few jokes and practically did cartwheels around us. I looked at my sister and said, "I look like I'm the one who had surgery today!" My sister, being the honest gal that she is, said, "Yeah, no kidding!"

Love you Mom...

Now That I'm A Red Head...

. . . I (a red head) was standing on one side of a river. A blond was on the other side. I called across to the blond, "How do you get to the other side of the river?"
She thought for a moment and replied, "You are on the other side of the river."

Hair Salon Code Words - Who Knew?

How many of you knew that "glaze" was code for dye? Seriously? Was I suppose to know that? I guess that women don't want to admit that they dye their hair so they say they got it glazed. Another one of my neighbors was walking her dogs and I said, "I'm sure you're wondering about my hair." She said, "Actually, I haven't once thought of your hair, but now that you mentioned it, it looks shiny." I said, "Rosalie dyed it on me without me knowing it." She said, "You didn't notice she was putting chemicals on your head? Were you in a coma?" "No," I explained, "she said she was going to glaze it to make it shiny and I thought I want shiny hair. I didn't know glaze meant dyed!" She said, "It does look shiny." I told her how I was just being vain and that I would have never dyed my hair red, I would have gone lighter if anything. She said, "It's not red, it's mahogany. Hey, you can always wear a hat." "Or," I said, "join the circus." Hahaha, we chatted about the kids and the dogs and the weather. She said she better go. She said, "Don't worry, your hair will grow and the shellac wears off." "GLAZE, it's glaze; not shellac, not dye, not color; just glaze!" I said, a little excited. Then I apologized. "It's the fumes," I explained, "they have gone to my head."