busy weekend!

This weekend was busy. Saturday I was at school all day....finishing mock board and taking clients during the afternoon. In the evening, we headed to my Uncle's house in Reedley to visit with family and have a delicious meal. We left around 8:30 and about half way home I realized that I had forgot my purse in their hallway. Back to Reedley we went. At least the boys were able to fall asleep in the car.
Sunday we went to church in the morning and the headed to Visalia to visit David's family. We got there at 1:30 and hung out there until 8:30. What a long day. David's Mom had got a ticket during the week in Exeter and we went over the ticket with her, even driving to the location to see the "scene of the crime". The ticket had been written by one of my friends from a long time ago, but David doesn't like the guy so he went above and beyond to show them how to fight the ticket. I dunno, but the guy is a Lieutenant....the chances of winning that ticket are slim!
Monday we had planned to go to the coast for the day, but we were so tired from the last two days we didn't end up going. We slept in, did yard work and took the boys to Toys-R-Us for a reward for all their hard work. I was really surprised at how much work they did. Even Quinten who hates to help or assist with any project we want to do worked his little booty off. That night I made Verenika. It was really late by the time they were done and the boys hated them. David and I pigged out so it wasn't a complete waste.
Monday we went to the zoo with one of Gavin's little friends from school, and his parents. It was raining, but what little boy doesn't like the rain? We saw the reptiles and the bear....and on and on and on. It was nice to walk around and check it all out.
Now back to the work week. I am guessing that there will be a lot of people coming in for Easter makeovers. Last night I found out my State Board date...yikes! I only have a little over 2 months to go.

Motorcycle story #1

I was not very comfortable when David told me this morning that he was going to take out his motorcycle. For one, he hasn't rode a motorcycle in, oh, 3 1/2 years. And secondly, he was going riding with experienced riders....who drive fast.
So he leaves this morning at about 9:45 and to take my mind off of things, I went to Costco. When I get back about an hour later, I thought he would be home. Nope. He was still gone.
He called at about 11:15 to tell me he would be home shortly. I was happy he was still alive and nthat othing bad had happened.
When he came home he pulled into the garage and parked the motorcycle in it's place. He got off his motorcycle and let go of it...only he forgot to put the kick stand down. CRASH. There was this expensive piece of equipment laying on our garage floor. I can't believe it. Off came the rear view mirror and here came some brand new scratches! Seriously David? It isn't even out of our garage!! What a lame way to get scratches on a bike. At least he is safe though and wasn't hurt during his ride. I see this "hobby" being a little more costly then originally estimated.

Getting closer

On Saturday I advised my teacher, while preparing for my mock board test, that I was past my 1200 hour mark, making me eligible for applying for my State Baord exam. She told me that I needed to apply today and that I had to contact the administration department to get the ball rolling. Like I didn't have enough going on. She also told me that it was my responsibilty to do it and that I could be penalized for not applying sooner. Great!
So I finished my test with 30 minutes to spare and was able to talk to a girl in admin. I was given all the forms and gave them all necassary information to send to Sac and hopefully get my date soon.
Although this has been going on for so long it seems like it has become my job. Everday I go to the same place, with the same people, preforming the same services. It will be wierd graduting and moving on. I am excited and nervous and all kinds of other emotions.

That freaking neighbor!

Yes...it was going too smoothly at the Lomeli house. Yesterday about 4:30 we get a ring at the front door. David looks out the peep hole and turns to me and asks, "Is that crazy neighbor". I check and "Yes, it is". GREAT.
So he opens the door and she is on her best behavior. "Hello Sir, can I ask you a favor". David replies, "No". He lets her know that she is not welcome on our property and that she needed to leave. She points out to David that we have security cameras and she wanted to know if they were working. David replied, "No". Of course the freaking cameras are working, we spent $400 on those sucker to protect our family from her!
Anyway, after David repeatedly telling her to get off our property and that she was not welcome at our house, she finally left. We saved the incident on a zip drive so we can refer to it if need be.
All thru dinner David was deep in thought. He tells me that he wishes he had said more to her while she was over. He would have liked to remind her that she has threatened me numerous times, she has ranted and raved about how she was going to beat me up, thrown stuff in our front yard and been a devil of a neighbor. He didn't and it was probably a better choice.
I was expecting something to happen last night to our house or property, but amazingly, nothing happened. I guess she is saving up to get us next time.

UGH

I picked up Gavin today and since that time my house has been chaotic. He no sooner got in the car and it started. He has whined for the last half hour. He won't share or play with his brother. He is acting like a little a brat!
I am so irritated I could scream. He has been sitting in his bed for the last 5 minutes and even then he is yelling from his top bunk, "Momma, Quinten told me...." or "Momma, Quinten just...". Ugh!
So now Quinten is screaming in his bed because he retaliated with violence and he was placed there, luckily without force because I would have used the amount of force necassary to affect my achieved goal, which in this case is peace. I would not have been peaceful. Duck tape sounds like a logical amount of force.
There are some days when school is a place I don't want to be, but today I would like to go early please!

Different hair

Saturday was a different experience. I came to school and immediately noticed that a lot of people were gone. See, on Saturday's, all day and evening students attend during the same times. This is good and bad. The good is that there are more people to share clients with. The bad is that there are more personality conflicts.
So I am tucked away in the back of class sitting with my friend Tin and the guy that was recently released off of parole, who had obviously spent many a year locked in the "pen" (as he refers to it). Yeah, I know, for some reason I attract people who have had criminal backgrounds. Maybe law enforcement was my calling...ha ha!
I loved sitting in the front of the school because I could usually have my pick of clients. When your in beauty school this is important because it is a pool of nasty, dirty people who come where the prices are cheap, no appointment is necessary and physical cleanliness isn't a must. So I would attack my teacher in hopes of getting the best clients....most of the time.
Well, Saturday was busy. It was winter formal for several schools and all I could think about was having to perform an up-do. I have never really had long hair and don't know what to do with it other than cut it off. Just kidding. I can trim it, color it and dry it. Other then that I am S.O.L.
As I look around I see that every other student in the class has a client but me and Lorissa. Tonya, the instructor, comes over to us and has a pow wow. We find that a family of black people, two of which have dread locks, need a hair wash, marcel iron and haircut. We are at a loss for words. Lorissa goes and gets the young girl, who thankfully is dread lock-less. She sits down and stares at us. I break the ice and asked her if she had ever had two white girls work on her hair. She laughed and replied "No". She was visibly nervous.
Lorissa washed her hair and I prepped for the rest. She sat down and we started working. We blow dried her hair and got it straight enough to only have to use a flat iron on high. If any of you have ever seen or used a marcel iron, you know the dangers of it, for the client as well as the hairdresser. Those things are crazy dangerous!
We got her hair very straight and she was now put at ease. I was the the designated hair cutter and asked her to look at magazines for ideas. She opted for a shoulder length do with long layers and bangs. I cut her hair, which was very different than cutting what I am used to. My scissors had a little but of a temper tantrum on me and didn't allow me to cut the quantity of hair that I have become accustom to.
End result was a 9th grade girl with a sassy new cut and straight hair. She was so happy in fact that she was walking by all the mirrors and checking herself out with a huge smile on her face. Her Mom was happy to see her daughter happy and generously gave me $2 for my time. It did take us 3 hours to do, but who's counting, right? I split the tip with Lorissa and chalked one up in my beauty school accomplishments. I am more comfortable with trying new things and know that I can do the impossible!

Christmas

Christmas has a lot of planning. There are the presents that you have to buy, and more importantly, budget for, and the decorations and on and on.
Yesterday, I realized I had many things to do still. After going to school from 8am to noon, in which I had two clients, I went straight to my parents for the Falk Christmas. It was nice. My Mom made a traditional German dish that I really appreciate after making it myself. We all pigged out and opened presents. They were so nice to us and got us a clothesline for our backyard. Think what you may, I will be a little ghetto if it saves my some money.
So I get home and want to take a load off...no. I get David ready for work and then realize that Santa will be pissed if he doesn't have cookies. I started baking until it was time for church. In between all of this David calls and tells me that he and his partner will be coming home for dinner around 8:00 and wanted me to have something ready for them. Really? With 3 hours and nothing ready? Yeah right...Me N Ed's it is! Thank goodness they were open until 7:30.
I get home from church and I start cleaning up a little...gotta make the co-workers think I do something after all.
They get to the house around 8:15 and we eat dinner together. A lot of stress though due to calls coming in and lazy officers not wanting to share the responsibility. Don't get me started.
After they leave and the boys go down, I see that I need to get the presents out of hiding and put them in their appropriate place. I also needed to do some last minute wrapping and prepping. I finally get to bed around 11:30...ahhh!
At 5:30 today, my wonderful, kind and considerate 4 year old comes into my room and yells, "Momma, it's Christmas and Santa came! Hurry up!" I replied something to the effect of, "It's too early!". David actually encouraged me to get up and crawled out of bed. So I was up at the crack of dawn! Not a favorite of mine.
So I am happy to be at home with the boys in bed after another long day of playing with their new toys. I will not hold it against them that they fell asleep in the car when we drove thru the subdivision on Alluvial. That was more for me anyway.