I woke up this morning to a normal day...Got up, went outside to water my flower/herb garden

Then, because it is Wednesday, I was going to clean the showers and tubs.  I went to get rags and all the red microfiber rags were in a pile waiting to be washed.  I have to use red in the bathroom because Tarzan now is the quality assurance manager for a corporate cleaning company and he has to keep them within OSHA rules.  One of those rules is only red in the bathroom and only green in the kitchen...
Green is for the Kitchen, blue is for dusting, yellow is for general cleaning, red for the bathroom...
So, I picked up the dirty cloths to put them in the washing machine and the washing machine had clothes in it that had been there for two days (in the Phoenix heat)...I put them in the dryer with extra Bounce in hopes they would not be sour and loaded the microfiber cloths in the washer.  Since I had nothing to wash the bathrooms with, I began assisting Tarzan has he put together our new coffee
table and end tables...

I suggested we read the instructions and went to get my glasses.  When I returned Tarzan nearly had the coffee table put together.  I began to look at the boxes we had left and expressed my confusion as there was still a box with legs for the coffee table.  Tarzan had put the end table legs on the coffee table.  In case you didn't know the end table legs are longer so they fit up next to the arms of the couch.  It's all better now, but...

I stepped into the shower to get ready for work.  I had taken everything off the shower caddy so I could clean it.  This put everything in the wrong place and I reached for the shampoos doused my hair with it and then realized it was body wash.  My hair felt like straw when I rinsed it out.

I was supposed to be at work at 9:00, but Tarzan and I had to go get blood tests first.  I finished getting ready by 7:30 and told Tarzan I had to be at work by 9:00.  He dilly-dallied along until 8:45 and we are a 1/2 hour drive away from the doctor.  Obviously, I was going to be late for work.  We got ready to leave and he told me we were going in separate cars.


Blood tests done, 1 hour late for work, hair that feels like straw, and I got out of the car to go into work and notice I have my house slippers on.

Life is good.

I am not my hair
I am not this skin
I am not your expectations no no
I am not my hair
I am not this skin
I am a soul that lives within

Does the way I wear my hair make me a better person?
Does the way I wear my hair make me a better friend?
Does the way I wear my hair determine my integrity?
I am expressing my creativity..

This was written for a breast cancer patient.  But it acts as a reminder to me--my hair is the most unhappy part of my life.  However, I have a hairdresser for the first time in my life who is a genius.  Look at this...I am not my hair, but I like what she has done with it.


Well, it is 110 degrees outside and we are still laying pipe. This is the second weekend in a row that I have looked my absolute best.
Last weekend I took Tarzan on a Father's Day fishing trip. He caught 15 beautiful trout. I sat and watched -- watching someone fish for 8 hours is akin to watching a computer boot up. Next time, I will fish too.

Tarzan messed up and put me in a blue funk. He took MYcar at 5:00 a.m. to get electrical parts for…..oh you don’t want me to go into that…..anyway, he put the address in his GPS and put in E instead of W and ended up in Scottsdale instead of North 19th Ave. He called me in a panic so I turned on his computer and looked up Google Maps for the address he wanted and told him I would direct him. I asked him to tell me what streets he was passing and when I found where he was I started directing him and he ARGUED with me about turning right or left, getting on the 101 or not, exiting on 7th Street or 7th Ave….then I told him to stay on Beardsley and don’t turn on 7th Ave when he exited. He exited and when I said are you on Beardsley, he said, “no, I’m going EAST on 7th Ave.” Well, you can imagine how it went from there. I finally said, “Look, you are lost and I have the map, just do what I tell you to do.” Even after that, he drove past the place when I asked him to turn on 20th Ave and when I knew he should have arrived at the store, I said, where are you now. He said 23rd Ave… There are no smiley faces to express my feeling right here.

Okay, so all of that was okay, I know he is a guy and you have to deal with those things if you want to be married to a man, your only other choices are singledom (which was looking very attractive) or lesbianism—not. But, when he got home….. at 7:15 a.m. and I had to be at work at 7:30 a.m……and I wanted to have a brief congenial conversation about, will you be okay with the pickup, and did you get all the parts, and do I need to do anything to help you today, blah, blah, blah, HE WAS ON THE PHONE and I didn’t even get to say kiss my sweet @#$.