Work, sweet little neice, haircut plz...
Dec. 4th, 2006 08:24 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
xansSo work started up at the Christmast tree place last weekend, but thanks to weather and it still being November, business was pretty slack and I basically got paid for doing very little. In fact, I'm not sure I didn't cut my first tree for the year until Thursday. Yeah, Thursday.
THIS weekend on the otherhand, was v. v. busy. We sold 230 trees on Saturday (first Saturday of December last year, we sold 130.) and 140 trees yesterday. It was all out. I am, to say the least, a trifle exhausted. But I have tomorrow and Wednesday to recover.
I was down to 17c of credit on my phone, so last night after work I rushed to the dairy with some of my first week's pay to put some money on my phone and buy some chocolate. Then I texted Ange about coming around to watch CSI Miami and Numb3rs to make fun of Horatio and perve the Eppes brothers. It was all good. We drank wine and all that.
*laughs* I'd brought around my Black Books DVDs a week or so ago to introduce Ange and Damo to that particular brand of amusement... and there is a new addition to their collection of DVDs now as Damian promptly went out and bought their own copy of the entire series. Hehe.
Came home from work today, forgetting completely that it's Monday and that my (step?) neice Amarah and nephew Izayah would be here while their parents went and played tennis. But it was pretty sweet. Amarah was shy of me at first, as usual, but she warmed up pretty quick. It was really funny after my shower and I was combing my hair, and she sat there with her little hair brush copying my moves. Not to mention before that, at dinner, I stole Dad's plate while he was distracted by Izayah, so Suzy and I could pretend we were going to eat the last of his pie. Suzy and I looked over to see Amarah trying to pick up Izayah's plate to mimic my actions of putting it up by Suzy.
She is the cutest little thing. For whatever reason, she's developed some attachment to my glasses case, because she's gone into my room two or three times to retrieve it from my nightstand. I don't mind, I just don't understand why she feels the need to pick it up.
I didn't have the time, but I should have asked Carla when she and Gene came to pick up the kids, about giving me a haircut. I just had a huge battle of untangling it (resolving in the form of a fucking huge hairball, no noticeable hair-loss on my part, and a shitload of frizz) and I'd really, really like to cut it short again. It hasn't grown at all since I had it trimmed in August, at least, I don't think it has, and I may very well have reached the limit my hair will grow to, as it prefers to be extroadinarily thick rather than a great, great length. No matter. I'd like it above my shoulders again. I'll ask Carla about it later, I s'pose.
I also wanted to straighten my hair, tomorrow maybe, but it looks as if the weather is refusing the cooperate. A fucking brilliant weekend of sunshine, and the two days I get off and it's going to fucking rain. Gods be damned. Eh, bien. Some other time, I'm sure. It'll be a piece of cake if I get my hair cut, though, yeah? 1 & 1/2 hours shaved down to, probably not more than half an hour or so. I should think. That would be brilliant.
I have no fucking clue what to get anybody for Christmas. Except a fake engagement ring for Ange. Other than that? No idea. Am thinking about participating in the Christmas Card Exchange Meme, but, at the same time, don't know if/when I'll have the time & energy to get my shit together. So it might be best if I just sit back this year...I don't want to disappoint anyone.
Fin.
THIS weekend on the otherhand, was v. v. busy. We sold 230 trees on Saturday (first Saturday of December last year, we sold 130.) and 140 trees yesterday. It was all out. I am, to say the least, a trifle exhausted. But I have tomorrow and Wednesday to recover.
I was down to 17c of credit on my phone, so last night after work I rushed to the dairy with some of my first week's pay to put some money on my phone and buy some chocolate. Then I texted Ange about coming around to watch CSI Miami and Numb3rs to make fun of Horatio and perve the Eppes brothers. It was all good. We drank wine and all that.
*laughs* I'd brought around my Black Books DVDs a week or so ago to introduce Ange and Damo to that particular brand of amusement... and there is a new addition to their collection of DVDs now as Damian promptly went out and bought their own copy of the entire series. Hehe.
Came home from work today, forgetting completely that it's Monday and that my (step?) neice Amarah and nephew Izayah would be here while their parents went and played tennis. But it was pretty sweet. Amarah was shy of me at first, as usual, but she warmed up pretty quick. It was really funny after my shower and I was combing my hair, and she sat there with her little hair brush copying my moves. Not to mention before that, at dinner, I stole Dad's plate while he was distracted by Izayah, so Suzy and I could pretend we were going to eat the last of his pie. Suzy and I looked over to see Amarah trying to pick up Izayah's plate to mimic my actions of putting it up by Suzy.
She is the cutest little thing. For whatever reason, she's developed some attachment to my glasses case, because she's gone into my room two or three times to retrieve it from my nightstand. I don't mind, I just don't understand why she feels the need to pick it up.
I didn't have the time, but I should have asked Carla when she and Gene came to pick up the kids, about giving me a haircut. I just had a huge battle of untangling it (resolving in the form of a fucking huge hairball, no noticeable hair-loss on my part, and a shitload of frizz) and I'd really, really like to cut it short again. It hasn't grown at all since I had it trimmed in August, at least, I don't think it has, and I may very well have reached the limit my hair will grow to, as it prefers to be extroadinarily thick rather than a great, great length. No matter. I'd like it above my shoulders again. I'll ask Carla about it later, I s'pose.
I also wanted to straighten my hair, tomorrow maybe, but it looks as if the weather is refusing the cooperate. A fucking brilliant weekend of sunshine, and the two days I get off and it's going to fucking rain. Gods be damned. Eh, bien. Some other time, I'm sure. It'll be a piece of cake if I get my hair cut, though, yeah? 1 & 1/2 hours shaved down to, probably not more than half an hour or so. I should think. That would be brilliant.
I have no fucking clue what to get anybody for Christmas. Except a fake engagement ring for Ange. Other than that? No idea. Am thinking about participating in the Christmas Card Exchange Meme, but, at the same time, don't know if/when I'll have the time & energy to get my shit together. So it might be best if I just sit back this year...I don't want to disappoint anyone.
Fin.
