I've been in a giddy mood all day.It started with my first client, who just couldn't grasp the English language...although, I'd give her an "e" for effort. I wish I could say that she was another nationality, but no...she just said everything wrong.
I was thanking my lucky stars that I was alone in the shop with her, because if anyone else had have been there I certainly wouldn't have been able to keep my composure. Professional? Nah....
For instance, she is being treated for a skin condition, which she takes two "scriptions" for, but it's not "Noxzema" like her doctor originally thought....
Her daughter went to university and lived in a "department" building.
She kept repeating these words over and over...I was weak, but only on the inside....
And then, this evening, Big Son had a pee and then dropped his cell phone into the toilet. I don't think I've stopped giggling yet. I'm trying to find humor, because if not, I'll realize that this will cost me money, and then it won't be so funny...
Right now, the pissy phone is in a container of uncooked rice which we heard would draw out the moisture, and we tested that theory when I washed his iPod a few months ago. Yeah, it worked. Fingers crossed that the phone will work, but my bet is on 'no'. Something about the way it lit up like a Christmas tree and vibrated and screamed tells me that it's a goner.
So Hubby is due home next week. Jobless.
I'm riding on faith, I'm not giving in to the temptation of worrying and crying my head off. Not this time.
He seems to be at a crossroads lately. I'm not sure what will become of that.
Tomorrow morning I have an appointment with the new gynecologist that I've been referred to here on the island. I HATE these appointments, I really really dislike them. This appointment, if all goes as planned, will be my 4th good check-up since the 'c' word two years ago, a milestone....because once I hit two years and 4 good biopsies, I can then switch to check-ups yearly instead of every six months. Yay!
I have a full afternoon at work after my visit to the hospital, and then a busy day on Friday to make up for tomorrow's re-scheduling. I cannot wait for the weekend.
Lately I crave Saturday mornings when I know that stupid alarm clock will not be waking me up. I've always had the alarm on that horrible "beep beep" sound, but lately I've found it sooooo easy to ignore, so I put on the radio instead. My alarm goes off just before 6:00 and then the news comes on, it's usually so depressing I just want to hide under the covers...I can't win.
I've been feeling much better since the antibiotics got into my system. Man, I seriously thought I was on my death bed, I cannot remember ever feeling that weak and sick in my life. Yuck! Unfortunately, that antibiotics have been causing some lovely gastrointestinal side effects...but I'll gladly accept that as a small price to pay for feeling soooo much better.
I'm still reading Anthony Robbins, "Awaken The Giant Within", and loving every second. I'm not used to spending so much time on one book. But this one is good and thick and full of lots of material that I need to mentally process.
I still haven't received Pepai's refund check, although I did get an email yesterday saying that it was mailed, AND it was the wrong amount. Buggers.
I responded and said that the amount was wrong, it was short by $100....I guess I'm not quite done with them yet....
I have to get Pepai into the vet to be spayed, she has gone into heat, so I haven't been walking her. I don't think I'm up to the challenge of fighting off 100 horny dogs. I have trouble keeping 1 at bay, and I only see him once a month...funny girl.
Oh yeah, I painted my nails (hands AND feet) the hottest shade of red today. It's called "Rebel" by CND....LOVE IT!
Alright, I hear my bed calling my name. After a freezing cold glass of Pepsi, my favorite.
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