Thursday, August 27, 2015

Coloring hair

When I first started coloring my hair 10 years ago, I could wait 6-8 weeks before I needed to have it redone. Now, it really needs to be recolored every 3 weeks. One year ago Alyona helped me pick out all the stuff I needed to start doing it myself, as it costs $60 or so to have a stylist do it, and then she colored it. I did know the color to use because on the day I had it colored by the stylist, 1 year ago, I went into Sally's and told them to match my color.

It has been needing to be colored for 4-6 days and usually Rick does it, but yesterday Chris and I had the time so he did it. Other than putting color on my ear (on purpose!) and getting it too far out on the side of my head, he did a great job. (Open up shop, $60 a person, takes 30-40 min, dye costs $5.)

I'm beautiful again.

Tuesday, August 25, 2015

'Tis strange how men find time to hate, When life is all too short for love

Come, Let Us Find
           by William Henry Davies

Come, let us find a cottage, love,
That’s green for half a mile around;
To laugh at every grumbling bee,
Whose sweetest blossom’s not yet found.
Where many a bird shall sing for you,
And in your garden build its nest:
They’ll sing for you as though their eggs
Were lying in your breast,
My love–
Were lying warm in your soft breast.

‘Tis strange how men find time to hate,
When life is all too short for love;
But we, away from our own kind,
A different life can live and prove.
And early on a summer’s morn,
As I go walking out with you,
We’ll help the sun with our warm breath
To clear away the dew,
My love,
To clear away the morning dew.

Macy and minion glasses

Just too cute looking!

Stella is such a nice big sis


Stella and Hattie at the bowling alley. Stella does love her little sis.

Zoya's first birthday party

But she wouldn't blow out her candles!! She did eat her whole piece of cheesecake.

Monday, August 24, 2015

Forgetting to blog...

This is my journal, a history of my life and my family, so my goal is to blog once a week at least. And I see that it has been 2 weeks. Not good, not good at all.

Jason came on Thurs and left today. We went boating, downtown, out with Alyona when she was dancing with the Ukrainians, to the San Marcos outlets, eating at Gristmill, walking after dark on the subdivision path and seeing critters with the flashlights, not to forget Torchy's, Rudy's, and the HEB several times. It was fun and I was sad as always to see him go.

Today is my 59th birthday. Hard to believe; it will be even harder to believe it when I turn 60 - no other way to look at it - that is old!!

I have several things on my bucket list:
1. Continue losing weight and increasing my muscle strength
2. Go Ziplining - There is a fun one here over Lake Travis, takes 3 hours total, but only 2 hours is actually Ziplining, the rest is walking/hiking up to the towers.
3. Learn to waterski
4. Go snow skiing again
5. Hike to a Mayan pyramid

I need to get serious again about losing the weight. Chris and I had been going to the gym, did it once last week, but need to get into that again.

I'm really looking forward to watching Stella, Macy, and Hattie while Paige and Kincade go to Disneyland with the rest of the kids. Rick will be there from Thurs to Wed, then I'm on my own. Well, Cathie and Rich will help whenever I need it also.

There. That is my blog post. Yippee.


Monday, August 10, 2015

Babysitting for Disney trip


Last evening Kincade Facetimed so we could visit with Stella and Macy. We were talking about the Disney trip and Nano and Papaw babysitting.
Nano told Stella that we could stay up late, eat ice cream, watch movies all night, then get up late in the morning and miss school. Stella got very quiet; I could tell she didn't like that idea and passed the phone off to Macy (Macy had wanted to talk but Stella didn't want to give up the phone until then).

So I talked with Macy and then said the same thing, stay up late, eat ice cream, watch movies, skip school. Macy replied in a happy affirmative about staying up late, eating ice cream, watching movies, going to the gas station for "junk food," but even she couldn't add in the missing of school. She's looking too forward to starting a real preschool.

I made sure I told both of them, Nano is only joking, we won't stay up late, eat ice cream, and miss school.

Two very scholarly grrls. They won't waste college tuition money with frivolity!!

Monday, August 3, 2015

Falling to pieces

Rick way overdid yard work on Sat morning, and almost killed himself from heat exhaustion. I think he was close to having a heat stroke. Chris and I brought him in, he laid on the cool, tile floor in the bathroom, got plenty of water and liquids for him to drink, he the took a cool shower and moved to the bed under the ceiling fan. Alyona rubbed his feet.

Then he got in trouble from me for overdoing in such a crazy way, and ended with a long-distance phone lecture from Jason.

He was pretty wiped out the rest of the day.

My TMJ has been bothering me since the endoscopy - I think from having my mouth open for so long - and also along the jaw line from my ear down on the left side. My left ear has a muffled feeling. Yesterday my head felt like it was double in size.

The  2nd Law of Thermodynamics is kicking in with our aging: The chaos in the universe is increasing. So not any fun needing to have your shoulder and hip replaced (Rick), or all my problems with GERD and ears (Rick has loud ear ringing also, tho). But mine was all doc created. Sometimes, not often because it is nonproductive, I just wish I had not had that dumb crown put on; that is what started all my problems almost 3 years ago. Anyways, we are falling to pieces. And it will only get worse.

My goal is to quit complaining (after my long post complaining).
Charles never complained and he was in incredible pain.
Ginger never complained and she was in incredible pain. Only once did she call up Barbara crying, saying the pain was too much.
Fred doesn't complain, but he is getting grumpier and grumpier (only to Barbara); that doesn't count because he is a grumpy Owens man and Owens men get grumpier the older they get.

I shall continue trying to be a cheerful pessimist.