Wednesday, April 23, 2008

The new doo's


Here is Miss Phoebe Jo, showing off her talents along with her new doo. The face is inspired by her cousin Alyssa. The doo is the only thing we could do to even up her hair.















Here is Hannah sporting her short layer look it was warm today and her hair is going all frizzy. We layered her hair and it curl like no ones business. Go figure.






Ahhh sisterly love. Yeah it was mostly staged, but not entirely. My beautiful girls.















Here is a picture of Phoebe actually smiling a good smile. It's hard to get a picture of it,of course it had to be blurry. (notice the cat in the window in the background. They are loving the windows being open)







Ok, let me explain. You remember Smokey the cat my Hannah adored and came up missing. Well, my brother was at the bank last week and there was a cat there. He was mostly white with a few gray spots. He looked a little, and i mean a very little like Smokey. My brother being the kind hearted man that he is and knowing the Hannah still missed Smokey decided to bring him home to us. He is now our outside cat. His poor nose looks pretty bedraggled. He is so sweet though and a real talker. So, this is now Spot our outside cat. We have tried letting him peek inside but George had a serious fit. Besides he's good outside.

Monday, April 14, 2008

OOhhh nooo a Famullet

I had a small crisis at my house. My daughters came down from upstairs, I saw Hannah first, and I noticed a chuck of hair hanging from the side of her head. Then her sister came in to my line of sight. OHHH people. My beautiful blonde girl has a female mullet. It's awful. I have a hair appointment for them in the morning. I immediately called my sister. Most of the conversation went something like this. "oohhh Jeannette, Ohhhh jeannette." at least my side of it. Her side went mostly "Don't kill them. It will be ok. Let them live at least I get there. Don't kill her I'll get an appointment with Dawn." I'm pretty sure, I scared my sister a little. You see I don't cry, not often, and I was seriously in tears. So, now tomorrow, I will go to Dawn, who is a great hair stylist, and see what she can do. There of course been pictures taken of Phoebe's hair. I'm hoping to get one tomorrow afterwards. Her hair is going to be short. OOHHH

Saturday, April 12, 2008

Brought to you by your friendly local Papergirl.

If you happen to live in the little town of Dublin, then I probably drove by your house at 3 a.m. this morning. You see the job situation has not been going so well. I saw an ad in the paper for a paper route. I am now a paper girl. It's a small route but it's ok. Not the kind of money I need but it's some at least. The fun part is that the papers have to be delivered by 7 a.m. on Saturday and Sunday. That is a some early hours. Plus, Tommy leaves for work at 6 a.m. on Saturday, so basically I have to have it done on Saturday but 5:30 a.m. People that is waay before breakfast. So, I was waiting for my papers to be delivered to me at 3 a.m. I finished the route but 5 a.m. with some time to double check it. Sunday's paper is the big one so, we will see. But I'll have more time tomorrow too. Right now I'm a little sleepy. I did come home, and go to bed but the girls were of course up at 7 a.m. maybe if i can get them to take a nap, I can too. Do you guys want to place any bets on the girls refusing to take a nap to day. Man, I wish caffeine did anything for me.

Sunday, April 06, 2008

More Grace please!!!!

It is nap time at my house at the moment. Glorious, nap time. Everything is quiet and still, everyone, but me, are asleep. The last days have been difficult. I'm not sure if it's the moon, or I'm PMSing, or what, but the girls have been on my last nerve. Jumping up and down on it hard too. I try really hard to be consistent, loving, patient but sometimes they won't have anything to do with it. I've been wanting to escape. Run far far away. I have my name in with three temporary agencies, I've sent out resumes all over, and yet I still don't have a job. My last nerve and my last dime. That's not a good place to be.