Ain't that the truth!

Today is a salon day for me....

hopefully somebody will do or say something good that I can tell y'all about

otherwise...

I've got nothing.

It's official....

I've lost 15.5 pounds!

(yes, I count the half pound, damn it!)

right now I look more like this....

I'd like to look like this eventually....

But that would probably take surgery to accomplish.


okay, men...
You may thank me for the above photo in comments.

Rude Mommy encounter # 4

Weeza and I were enjoying a lovely late afternoon at the pool yesterday....splashing around with the kids....talking....having a good time....pretty much just staying in the water because it was so freakin' hot!

I was also talking with Jennifer, a "pool" friend who I only ever run into during pool season...we were catching up...hanging out...relaxing.

Next thing we know....Rude Mommy and her male spawn appear.

First thing Spawn does is take his "pull-up" off and stand there naked.

He's 3 years old.

Rude Mommy says: "He doesn't like to wear a wet pull-up".

Well, I would think NOT. Potty train his little butt! He's 3 years old!

After she gets him dressed, she comes down to our end of the pool (of course).

I'm pretty sure it's only because I was talking to Jennifer....who is married to a Lt. Col. Army pilot....that kind of crap means a lot to some people here in Hell. I suppose in Rude Mommy's mind, a Lt. Col. is close to being equal to a Pediatrician (her husband)....so she's friendly with Jennifer.

Whatever.

Turns out Rude Mommy has a name.

It's Ashley.

That doesn't make me like her any better.

Salon pictures.....

C'mon....you know you've always wondered what it looks like.....

me going to work with no makeup on....
notice last week I wore white capris and a black and white top
I switched it up this week.
I'm cool like that.

partial view of front of salonreception roon fireplaceI love this bench and clock

clients like to sit in this chair and watch
hair guy cut while they wait their turn

That's the desk I sit at when I'm not....

shampooing....

Even the bathroom is cute....notice the chandlier?

Wasn't that little tour exciting?

A day in the life of a "DNA Collection Specialist" *

Sensory deprivation chamber where I collect samples

I bring the fun

.....and breakfast

Pretty much everything I need to do my job....
well....this and some cells off the inside of people's cheeks.

lunch outside at the picnic table so I can actually see the sun
(don't say anything....I only drank 1/4 of that Dr. Pepper)

I know I look hawt in my sexy lab coat!

*the lab's term.....not mine

DNA Collections.....

Let me just put it this way....I'm only smiling because I made a lot of money today.

(I'm wearing my $1.00 Target glasses and a generous sprinkling of Buster hair.)


I actually had to go "Jack Ingram" on one guy's ass.

He tried to get an attitude with me and EVEN
cussed at me!

I don't think so!

I'm the only one who gets to cuss during DNA testing!

WTF?

Just in case anyone has been wondering where I've been for the past few days.... Saturday when I went in to post I had the following lovely messages awaiting me:

WARNING

This blog has been locked by Blogger's spam-prevention robots. You will not be able to publish your posts, but you will be able to save them as drafts.

Save your post as a draft or click here for more about what's going on and how to get your blog unlocked.

when I clicked on the link.....this was what I got:

Your blog is locked

Blogger's spam-prevention robots have detected that your blog has characteristics of a spam blog. (What's a spam blog?) Since you're an actual person reading this, your blog is probably not a spam blog. Automated spam detection is inherently fuzzy, and we sincerely apologize for this false positive.

We received your unlock request on June 2, 2007. On behalf of the robots, we apologize for locking your non-spam blog. Please be patient while we take a look at your blog and verify that it is not spam.

Find out more about how Blogger is fighting

spam blogs.

Evidently I am now "unblocked"....

Let the updates begin!
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Saturday morning I dragged my lazy ass out of bed at 6:15 (I know...on a SATURDAY) and dressed up to go to the law school graduation of Weeza's stepson. The graduation was in Montgomery....which is an hour and a half drive from Hell....hence...Weeza picked me up at 7:20. GAH! The things I do for my friends!!!! But I couldn't let her go face the enemy alone, could I?

It was a scene right out of a Lifetime movie ...or maybe an episode of 'Brothers and Sisters'.....

There was Weeza's ex-husband's first wife, his daughter with her, Weeza (the 2nd ex-wife) and her two daughers (who sat next to their half-sister), Weeza's ex in-laws (the ex mother-in-law in one of those giant electric chairs), the ex's best friends, the first ex-wife's brother and his wife and the graduate's current girlfriend.

Oh.

And me.

And we all sat together.

Here are some pictures.

Me....

bleery eyed and puffy faced after only 5 hours of sleep

I don't look too bad from the neck down.

Just don't look at my face.

Weeza's youngest daughter in the car....on the way to Montgomery.

Isn't she pretty and sweet?

Prepare yourselves.....
the next picture is of Weeza's 13 year old daughter

I warned you....

profile shot of the graduate.

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This morning after walking my 3.5 miles, tanning and showering, I went to McDonalds to get pancakes. I hadn't eaten any breakfast and was a little hungry. It was 10:40 a.m. They start serving lunch at 10:30.

Yeah....cuz everybody eats lunch at 10:30 in the morning.

Then....after I settled on a yogurt and fruit parfait....who should appear but Rude Mommy and her spawn?

I recognized her by the bathing suit she was wearing.

Thankfully, she had on a tank top and a tennis skirt over it.

Still....Rude Mommy is not someone who should wear a tennis skirt in public.....ifyouknowwhatImean.

And where did they sit?

In my favorite section, of course!

I think she's stalking me.

What do y'all think?