Sending tons of love and best wishes for a speedy recovery to my precious Aunt Cathy in New Hampshire, who’s having surgery today. We take heart in knowing that although you seem like a cute little cupcake, anyone married to Uncle Phil all those years has got to be one tough cookie! Get well soon.

8 comments April 2nd, 2007

When you have long hair, a good haircut can last months. Then one day you wake up and all of a sudden it just stops working. For me, that was last night, so this morning I called to make an appointment. First, they redirect me to a new location saying that my stylist was promoted. I call the new place and they tell me she has tons of openings… Should have been a clue that something was amiss since she’s usually booked two weeks out.

Twenty minutes later I’m on the freeway heading over (on my lunch break) when a call rings in from the appointment desk telling me, “Oops, she’s at the old place today!” No big deal. I continue a little further to the original salon. Then I sit there for twenty five minutes before anybody seems to notice the increasingly perturbed look on my face.

I ask, “Is she even here?” and that’s when I find out they hadn’t been able to track down my stylist. After I explain the misdirections that already occurred and review my time constraints, the receptionist summons a manager. Many apologies are made and she offers services on the house. So, I’m scared to death, but I agree to get it over with.

Big mistake! Only in Misty’s Wonderland does a complaint result in something marvelous. In my world, you walk out with crappy wet hair and a black eye. Yeah, you heard me. A black eye! She tagged me in the orbital bone with her blowdryer… That’s what I get for complaining!

18 comments January 30th, 2007

One of my kidneys decided to give me some grief last week. Ended up in the hospital for four days with a bad infection. Despite copious amounts of antibiotic my white blood cell count and fever didn’t show enough improvement so they locked me up. This kidney infection did a number on me. My energy is way down and I can see it’s going to take a while to fully recover… SUCK!

32 comments September 12th, 2006

Saw this “Mallard Fillmore” comic in the paper last week and it got me thinking. My mother may be far from a shining example, but she had me reading by age three… I kid you not! To this day I can remember our “play time” with phonics and flashcards. Those early years set the stage for a life-long love of learning.

These days, so many parents don’t view their children’s education as a personal responsibility. Either they feel ill-equipped, uninterested, or too busy. Of course, there are plenty of exceptions… My aunt and uncle are among them. They homeschooled my six cousins, the oldest of whom recently graduated from UCLA.

I was always a little jealous of their personalized education because I was always so bored! In both private and public schools, I had the same experience of waiting for the slowest moron in class to catch up so that we could finally move on and learn something new. The whole process was terribly painful for a bright girl with A.D.D.

Maybe some day I’ll have a family and face decisions about education. I wonder if I’ll have the option to home school, or if economic conditions will force me to subject my children to the boredom I once endured.

9 comments April 24th, 2006

What ever happened to the days when you could cry freely and openly? I think that privilege ended when I turned five. It’s a shame, too… Because right about now I’d like free rein to break down and weep instead of holding it in.

Unfortunately, people would think I’m a basket case, or I’d upset people who care about me. But really, what’s wrong with crying? Maybe we should be more concerned about people who don’t cry, and a little less about ones who do.

I will continue to relegate my wailing to the shower until social mores change. It’s the perfect place for it: You’re already wet, no worries about smeared mascara or puffy red eyes, you can wash the snot right down the drain, and afterward you feel clean… Inside and out.

11 comments January 23rd, 2006