Friday Jumbles

--Fav quote of the week: "All changes, even the most longed for, have their melancholy; for what we leave behind us is a part of ourselves; we must die to one life before we can enter another." ~Anatole France

--Here is yet another installment in the embarrassing self-disclosures that I seem to find necessary to put in print (and why is that?). I like some of the shows on the Disney Channel. I have watched Hannah Montana so much with my little boy that I actually couldn't wait to see the new episode where Lily and Oliver became more than friends and Miley accidentally found out. (I have my head buried in the crook of my arm right now in shame!) And, if that weren't bad enough, I laugh out loud at old reruns of Even Stevens. They should make a pill for this....

--Okay, here is what happened on Monday that I have been dying to write. I took my three sons to a hair salon in town, you know one of those chain salons that is like a heart-shaped box of generic chocolate candy and you have no idea if the candy or the hair dressers will be any good. They each had someone different and only one was any good. So I went back in to make another appointment with the one who was good so that she could cut all three boys' hair only she wasn't in and I couldn't remember her name and it is rude to say, "You know, the fat one that talks really loud with the strange, spiky hair...yeah I want her." I tried to discreetly describe her and the girl behind the counter seemed sure I was asking for Angela. So I made the appointment. Well....on Monday I took the boys in and who should be cutting their hair but Angela- a woman I had never laid eyes on who had a pair of shears tattooed on her neck behind her ear and who was wearing a t-shirt that said "Fart Now Loading...Please Wait." I am not even making this up!!! I couldn't make up material this rich if I tried! And I could swear that I heard the faint sound of "Dueling Banjos" playing in the background. So then I had to coach the youngest child on how he is NOT to laugh in her face, ask her where she got her t-shirt, or stare at her tattoo and I vowed to them all that next time I would just take them downtown and let some homeless person who lives out of the back of his van cut their hair because, honestly, it just couldn't get any weirder than this.

--I should get an award for the number of runon sentences in this post. Have a happy weekend and for the love of all that is good in this world, be careful where you go for a haircut!