The weirdness

In about an hour, I am attending my first meeting as "parent liaison" for the princess' class. I've never done anything like this before without my crutch, aka the sister. She's usually the one that got me into volunteering and what not, but this time it was the smiley face of the princess that convinced me. I'm under the impression she wants me to be like a "normal mom". What she doesn't get is that I'm not a "normal" mom, under "normal" circumstances. What she also doesn't get is that 99% of the mean mommies at her school don't like me. I'm younger than most of them, have visible tattoos and piercings, and don't wear elastic waisted pants with practical shoes. Ok, so maybe I'm exaggerating on the less than stylish wardrobes of most of the moms...I'm just sayin'. ::sigh:: Here I go on yet another boring adventure.

Out and about in Horrorland

It’s been quite a while since I’ve written anything. I attribute it to my writer’s block…aka complete and total laziness. A lot of shit has been going on in my life lately, not much of it good, but not all of it bad.

I’m no longer at The Chop Shop barber and salon, it closed down due to a lack of business, which makes me sad. I am, however, gainfully employed now at Arizona Hair Company in Tempe and I love it. It’s actually busy, so I go home exhausted but excited about the days money made. Although some days there’s more money made than others. It sure does beat working two jobs though. Here’s where I do my shameless plug…If you need your hair done and want it done good, come see me at Arizona Hair Co., 1747 E. Broadway Rd., Tempe, AZ. 85281, 480.968.1954…I do color, cuts, waxing and styling…end plug.

In addition to my new job, I’ve just been hanging out with my new nephew, who’s the cutest little thing ever, and dealing with the conflicting emotions of hearing of my dad’s newest malady. After years of having had one leg amputated due to diabetes infused gangrene, his other leg has now had to come off. I found out about it through an e-mail my little sister sent me about two weeks ago where my head was thrown into a frenzy. I didn’t know what to think and I could hardly dial the phone without shaking, so I had a break down and made the ex drive me to my sisters’ place so we could call him together and I knew I’d have to be a little more composed being that the kids were there. Seeing my sister helped me a little and we spoke to our dad, but it was still sad. I canceled my trip to San Diego and hung out with some new friends. Now I’m making a photo album for him, I am not often considered the best daughter as I’m bad at keeping in touch as well as planning a road trip to my hometown El Paso for Thanksgiving. It’s been a couple of years since I’ve been down that way, so it will be nice to see my family.

Other than that things have been somewhat typical. I’m trying to lose weight (nothing really new), trying to deal with my looming 30’s and just basically trying to stay afloat. Notice the key word here, “trying”. In all honesty though, I can’t wait until this year is over. It has seemed like one flaming bag of dog shit since February and I’m sick of the stench.

I’m pretty sure that’s about it for now. A co-worker/new friend is on my ass to be a better blogger since we have a joint “hair blog” now, so we’ll see how she does to quash my laziness, I mean, writers block.

So, until the next tragedy, may my cynicism entertain you,

Malice
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