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good morning world
written @ 4:55 a.m. on 2003-09-04

It is like 4:30 in the morning, and why am I up? Well, because I am sick. I forgot to pick up my meds before the long weekend, and if I ever go to long without them, it is not a good thing. So I went in on Tuesday, but the drug man was not in, fo some reason. I went in yesterday to find out that he doesn't have any and they were being shipped in during the day (he would call me when they got there). But I am still sick, so you guessed it, they did not come in, or at least I didn't get the call.

So now I am tired, and feeling worse then last night, there is a frickin cyclone outside, so I don't know how I am going to get the kids to school today, oh and I don't want to go down there either. The drugstore opens at 10, so I can't go there after I magically get the girls to school, oh, and I am just getting so annoyed with myself for still typing about it.

So back to last entries ramble. Many a mother has started to stop talking to me. Does that make sense, yup it does. Thats right, I guess I am not the person they thought I was. Now why you ask. I will show you.

Thats not the only reason, but this too.

That is right, there is another reason too, but I don't like my picture being taken, and so it is not going to be in here, but mine has a long purple chunk in the front with some streaks everywhere else.

So my bug wanted purple hair. So I bleached her hair. So I colored her hair. What is the big deal? I think the biggest problem is that you don't know what to tell your children when they beg to have theirs done too. Can they think of a good reason why the kids can't do it. I mean a really good reason, not the "just because I said so". Damned, small minded people in this town.

Anyways, I think Bug looks great, I would have done her whole head like she wanted, but I still think she is alittle young to have bleach touching her scalp, which you know would happen no matter how careful I was. She just loves it, but next time she would like to have orange.

Time to go, I need coffee.

I'm feeling:

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