My First Perm!!!!

Well, I did my first perm today. Luckily it was on a friend who was not only patient, but has been to beauty school so I wasn't flying completely blind. She helped me and it came out pretty good we think. I can tell though that it is going to be my least favorite part of cosmetology. She said in school though that the manequins hair is all one length. So I know it isn't my usual late bed time, but for some reason I am very tired so I'm off to bed. I hope you all are well.

New Pics

Well folks, I just got my pics back from Wally World and they came out great! I have lots of adorable pics of my baby girl and will be posting them as soon as I scan them in. Love you all.
Debra

Reba RIP

Well, I hope Sandy lives forever, because I don't think I could do that ever again. We took Reba in today first thing in the morning. It took them longer to shave her leg to put the needle in than it did for her to die. They weren't even done giving her the shot when she fell over and went to sleep. I have to say sleep because it's the only soothing thing about today. When we burried her she was still warm. It's so hard to believe she's actually gone. She was a good girl. I just got some pictures back and I took pictures of Lily and Sandy, but no Reba. I think I'll always regret that. I have no pictures to post of her. She was a black lab, springer spaniel mix. She was beautiful when she was groomed. She was just too scared of a hair dryer to do it. Okay, I think I've gotten it all out. Hope you all are well.
Debra

Poor Reba

Most of you have known me long and well enough to know that my first dog's name is Reba. She's about 15 now and she's in really bad shape. Today we found out she hasn't been keeping food down and then this evening she wouldn't even eat a hot dog ( the only thing she would eat at all). Later on today (my tomorrow due to the late hour) we are going to have her put down. We don't know if she's in pain, but we do know she's suffering. I'm very sad because I can still remember when she would fit in the palm of my ten-year-old hand. Daddy lived in a trailer at the time and it had AC vents on the floor. About the size of a Disney VHS. She would lay on those all summer. When she got bigger, all that would fit was her head, but that was good enough for her. I'm going to miss her very much. She will have been a wonderful part of my life, but at least I will be able to be there for her in her last few moments. Part of me hopes she passes in the night so that it will at least be natural. The other half believes that that might involve pain and I don't want her to have to go through that. In a perfect world, the second we start to die we'd already be in our better place. An argument to that would be what a girl in basic once said "From the second we're born...we start to die." Sorry, it's late as usual. You know I started this about two hours ago and then got distracted. I've really got to start doing this before work too, because unless something as dramatic as Reba happens, all I want to talk about is the petty childishness of everyone (including one manager) that I work with. By the way I'm going to this nursing home up the street tomorrow to apply for a job. Wish me luck. Gotta go to bed. Hugs and Kisses!!!!!!!!!!

This is a picture of my Daddy and my extremely beautiful and joyous neice, Annabeth Joy. These are two of the most important people in my life. Daddy has picked me up and brushed me off more times than I can possibly count. When I'm feeling sort of down, I open my phone and there is extraordinary Annabeth looking up at me. I know her face is scrunched here, but there will be more pictures to come. I love you all. Can't wait til I actually start getting good enough at this to get responses! Again I'm up too late for anything good so good night all. I have a telephone conference with my divorce lawyer on Monday so everyone hope we're getting closer to a court date.

Debra

Post Numero Uno

Well guys it is one in the morning and I've been playing around since eleven so this will be short. I just want to share a personal victory. I'm going to try to have one every day...lets face reality, one every week. I went in the hospital in February and came out in March 20 lbs heavier. I have now lost that and more and am a size ten which is a size smaller than I was when I moved here! I got to do something today that I haven't done in years...buy a size SMALLER in jeans. That's my personal triumph. It took me three months, but (okay four) I'm getting there. I can't wait until I start working out. Well, whoever is taking the time to read this...I LOVE YOU!!!!