I’ll be in interview prep then interview mode for most of the morning, including a post-interview drug test while the baby is still at daycare, so I will leave you with a few highly interesting and revealing tales in search of a receptive audience that my honeybear has heard a million times. This post also includes a quick photo of my interim haircut.
Adoption story: We got Samantha, our new puppy, from the League City Animal Shelter. My first choice was Jonah, a Jack Russell terrier who had quite the refined marketing pitch for visitors and potential families with large backyards, which we do not have. Jon Alex and I were willing to commit to walking Jonah 24/7 if need be to compensate for not having a yard. Jonah was our dog, born for us, until the deputy led me to Jordan’s first and only choice, a black Lab mix who lay in her cage weeping silently next to a very large pile of poop. Jon Alex and I chanted Jonah Jonah Jonah while Jordan burst into tears at the thought of Leela, the Lab’s given name, getting the needle if we were to leave her behind. The staff tried to convince Jordan that Leela would be adopted, hey, that very afternoon so please stop crying, little girl, okay? Crying can affect me one of two ways with no middle or in between. Either I ignore it and harden to it and you’ve just ruined your chances with me or I do whatever I can to stop your tears. Leela came home with us leaving Jonah to the Big N. She was renamed Samantha Emily and is the sweetest dog in the world who loves to lick baby butt and chew on my coffee table, God rest Jonah’s soul.
Red light camera ticket story: I got a red light moving violation ticket in the mail a few weeks back. At the intersection of my cross-street and the interstate, apparently, I’d run a red light the day we got the dog. The day we got the dog is also the day I got pulled over for going 11 miles over the speed limit through a residential speed trap neighborhood. I got a warning from that officer because I had three mystically beautiful children in the car, and I assured the officer by pointing to 8-month-old Ehren’s full head of curly hair that her 5-month-old’s baldness was only temporary. I was unable to exercise such charm on the camera. Anyway, I had to pay the ticket online and before it would accept my credit card, I was forced to watch the video of my running the light. I was expecting a very close call. What I got was a frame-by-frame movie of the light turning red before my car even entered the picture. I completely ran the light then crossed three lanes of traffic to turn right onto the feeder road on the way to the animal shelter. Uh, guilty.
Haircut story: I stopped combing the tangles from my ponytail sometime around Christmas. It went, kinda, wash, leave in conditioner, wrap wet hair in scrunchie, leave house looking cute. Then my hair started getting tree trunk-y and then I couldn’t comb through it if I tried. So I stopped trying. Then, I had a job interview scheduled and figured I wouldn’t show up with my crack whore look. My hair was too damaged for the relaxer, but my stylist had no choice but to cut it anyway. So I have a very fuzzy, short hair cut with a relaxer scheduled for next week. This will do for my interview. It’s no where near what I wanted, but neither had I planned for Ehren to get grilled cheese sandwich on my navy power suit the night before the interview. We’ll work with it.
kinda sorta before
kinda sorta after
The short haircut looks good! That’s the nice thing about hair – if you aren’t in love with something you’ve done, you can always just wait a little bit and it’ll grow back.
I like the haircut! Best of luck with the interview.
@Average Jane, that’s true! I had a certain look in mind for a job interview, but I guess as long as it was neatly combed, my un-diva-like cut wasn’t that important.
@Betty, thank you! The interview went well unless my rambling on was an instant disqualification. Must.Learn.To.Shut.It.