I Went Black - week in review

Posted 1 year, 4 months ago at 7:29 am. 1 comment

I dyed my hair black. LOL I have to laugh. I have had really dark hair anyways for a loooong time but black… black is pushing the end of the scale. In the light you can still see a purple tint, but it is dark as f#@k. I guess I will have to just get use to it. Black is the color you really can not go back from. It does not come out and it stays in until you cut if off. If you try to bleach it…. orange is not a good color. No makeup, black hair ugh. Look good for a 30yr old though.

Other news. This is more then a week.. but just random shit I haven’t got to yet.

April 18th Buying clothes for a child is not something I enjoy. It kind of gets me in a bad mood. Last night S and I were at Walmart and I got her some spring/summer clothes. She needs a new wardrobe every season. The jeans I bought her at the start of the school year (7 pairs) are all high waters. I bought they big and she was mad they were so baggy on her. The kid is so damn skinny and tall (50in 48lbs) that I gotta buy pants with adjustable waist on them. Those baggy pants are not high waters on her. I browse the clearance racks as much as I can because I know anything I buy won’t get worn long. I spent $90.00 on a dress, 4 pairs of pants (3 are capris), 2 pairs of shorts and 1 shirt.

It amazes me that a tiny shirt for a small kid can cost as much as a shirt for me that is a lot more fabric. It is the biggest rip off. In fact a outfit for a baby which is barely any material is as much as a shirt for an adult. it is mind blowing.

April 15th we had my daughters birthday party. She turned 7yrs old. It went wonderful. I took the kids that attended to FireHouse Dog the movie and we went to a local pizza joint that is pretty much a cheaper version of Chuckee Cheese. We had a blast and S was having a ball. She is proud to be 7yrs old and as she says “I tween on my mom!” with a evil laugh.

April 14th I decided to clean and actually spring clean. I scrubbed and scrubbed. I rearranged the living room and still trying to get use to it. My apartment looked good. One day that is. Next day the S bomb went off. She is a messy child.

April 13th already I have to laugh because well it is April 13th so bad shit happens right? S and I had a coupon a friend of ours clipped for a free fish up to $5.00 value from a local fish store that had moved and wanted people to come to their new location. We stopped in and figured we would see if they had a fish we wanted. The fish looked sick and stressed from the move so we decided against it for the time being. We headed over to the fish store I always buy from to just see if they had some Clown Loaches. They didn’t They did have some Glo Light Tetras and S wanted some. We got 3 of them and had them bagged up and left the store to head home.

I get home and put the bag in the 55gl fish tank and let the little guys get use to the water. I let 15mins pass by before I cut the bag open and planned to let some tank water into the bag to let them get more use to the water for another 10mins before I planned to add one more shot before a release. I cut the bag and two of them dive out of the bag into my tank. They were in a hurry to get out of the bag and into the awesome resort they saw. I am stunned and trying to get myself collected after I watched two silver fish dive out of a bag into my tank. One fish left. I thought he jumped out of the bag too. I could not see him in the bag. I looked not once but twice. Oh well off to the sink I go. I dump the bag out and I see a fish hit the bottom of my sink and slide right into my garbage disposal.

Me: “Crap!”
S: “WHAT MOM?”
Me: “Nothing honey!” as I am peeking down the sink wondering what the hell I am going to do.
S: “MOM!!! did you put a fish in there?”
Me: “yes”

S starts flipping out and going off on me. I try to tell her it was an accident. She goes into panic mode. I am in a “what the hell am I going to do” mode. I can not grind it up in there. That would just be wrong. How the hell to get it out?

I look down the garbage disposal which I had a little bit before put left over shells and cheese down there. I did not want to stick my hand down there. By this time a few minutes had passed and I had to do something. I cringed and stuck my hand down there and tried to get him. I couldn’t even feel him. I look down there again and he is not flopping around or even in a panic. He is just laying there.

I reach in a few times and finally I get a hold of his tail. This fish is not big you know. I get him out and toss his ass in my tank. What do I got to lose? It had been 5mins or so and I figured he would just go in there and croak on me.

He swam off with his buddies like nothing happened and today he is still fine. One lucky fish and when I was done I couldn’t scrub my hands enough from sticking it down in that nasty ass garbage disposal. yuck! S was happy, I felt better and the fish was happy too.

April 10th was a bad day for me. It is a long story I can not go into detail about in public. I may do a password protected post though. I was very depressed and was down a few days over it. I am getting stronger though and not letting it get to me.

Well that is about it.