I've changed colour
Mood: Tired
Listening to: Sport babble on TV
Friday, 10 pm
Gidday,
My day off - and as usual, it's been a busy one.
The colour I have changed is the hair - this time the obstinate red has given way to blonde streaks, tho' in truth it looks more like blonde hair with a couple of red highlights. That supermarket red was good value for money, eleven dollars I think it cost, and foiled two hairdressers' attempts at changing it. Changed hairdressers and today's one succeeded where the others failed - even if it did take two hours, and one of those under the heater at that. The family has mixed opinions; Brent thinks its quite good, Michael says it looks grey so why bother, Greg is non committal beyond "Ok I guess" and Duncs got grumpy that I didn't tell him that the mother he had before school would not be the mother who collected him after school. And me? Not too sure, its really quite a white blonde and I keep getting a fright when I catch a glimpse of my reflection in anything. I'm not given to gazing at myself in the mirror so it's always a bit of a surprise when I do!
Made pickle this morning - a great big preserving pan full. The house absolutely reeked but fortunately it wasn't windy so I had all doors and windows open.
Mike had another driving lesson this morning. His teacher seems to think he's doing ok and should pass his restricted licence. He's booked in for March 23.
Small had a "back to school" disco to go to today at the Lutheran Church hall, but when we got there he chickened out. Shame as he'd spent quite a while gelling his hair and getting it just so. I think he was really only going along for the promise of popcorn and cordial, and bugger the dancing, and when he couldn't spot any of his schoolmates his confidence evaporated.
Number two son came home quite animated this afternoon, an unusual occurance. He's happy with his subjects and teachers - wow!! Don't exactly know where English, Classical Studies, Biology, Geography and Physics are going to lead, but if he's enjoying it he'll do well. English is at seventh form level (Y13), the rest sixth form. Not bad seeing as he's only 15.
Spent a while mucking about with the cover of my journal tonight as Father Bear was engrossed in footie on TV and I find that boring. Was trying to get the stalks right on some flowers - because they're mounted on shiny card whatever I use tends to peel off. Tonight I ended up embossing them - would have been easier if I had a heat gun instead of a toaster! I hasten to add it's not the breakfast toaster but one bought for a mere twelve dollars from the Warehouse, just for embossing. (Before I got it, all my embossed cards had a faint toast fragrance about them!) Then I fiddled with some glow in the dark stuff, embellishing a glittery star on the cover of a jet black book, and it's got me feeling a bit crafty. We'll see what develops although paperwork should take preference.
I smell of petrol - had to hold the funnel for the husband as he poured from one tank to another and spilt heaps over me. He must still love me because he didn't strike a match....
Cat brought another bird in today, only half dead. That makes three this week. Grr. The place on my leg where he bit me is still a bit red round the scab on the lower wound, and the flesh around it feels thickened. It's not weepy or sore so I guess I'll live!
Rebecca at work is the happy recipient of the lounge suite that arrived last week. She is over the moon and can't believe that I don't want anything for it, and Brent is over the moon that I've got rid of it, and I'm happy that somebody is happy to have it. Great results all round.
Yaaaaaaaawn, it's got late early again.
Night,
Jaybee
