Growth

And this is what happens when Alison has NOTHING to do with their care, the world is a kinder/gentler/safer place for plants.

Well that's done

Before I went in. Eric got me lots of books to read while I'm down and out

I had my surgery on Wednesday. It went well. I'm feeling a bit sore and groggy still. Eric is taking fabulous care of me. :) What a good husband I have.

After I came out. I'm pretty sure that I'm high in this picture, especially since I don't remember Eric taking it LOL

Sure, we'll be with you in a minute....

Being kinda bummery and sick lately, I needed a change! I needed to get my hair did! So, after school today, I tromped over to the mall to get my hair permed. I put my name in their appointment book, marking that I wanted a perm. The manager asked what I was there for, I said, "I want a perm." The lady said... "Sure, ma'am, it will be one hour."
Used to waiting, I grabbed a book and sat on a bench and waited. After an hour and a half, I poked my head into the salon and asked a different lady if it was going to be much longer. The lady informed me, quite snidely, that it was still going to be two hours, like she had said. Well... OK then, I thought. I sat back down for another hour, the book was really good and time passed quickly.
Finally, a new lady came out to get me. "Mrs. Swick? I can cut your hair now." "Uh, no, I want a perm." "Oh, I don't do those. You'll have to wait until the other lady is done coloring that hair, and she'll do it." (The other lady coloring the hair was the one who was "so nice" to me earlier.) The other lady looked up from where she was coloring a lady's hair and said, "Oh, I don't do perms, you should have said that's what you wanted. No one does perms here."
Three hours of waiting, being put on their books for a da.....rn perm, talking to the manager and having her expressly say that they did perms.... and this is where I end up. With tears of frustration, I turned and walked away, holding my tongue. Well, mostly holding my tongue.
The nicer of the two ladies ran out of the store and up to me as I was walking away. "There's a salon right around the corner that might be able to help you. Would you like me to call them?" I told her that I had just wasted 3 hours sitting on a bench, and walking around a da...rn corner wasn't gonna kill me.
Needless to say, I met a wonderful woman in that salon who felt so sorry for me that she blocked off 2 hours of her "best permer" of hair. I got my hair did, and felt immensely better about the whole afternoon.

I feel much like my Grandma Pride in this picture :)

My littlest valentine

It was originally going to go to a girl named Jennifer, but he couldn't spell her name. My name he could spell. :)

This morning Bug (Bryan) was very excited that he had hidden something for me to find when I went to school. He was so excited, in fact, that he couldn't wait. He handed me his card for me. It made my heart melt. He's such a cute bug.

Makes me forget all the grumpy times :)

What a great way to start a morning. Happy Valentine's day to all.

Green Thumb, Meet Black Thumb

Let's start this post with the admitted fact that: I have killed a cactus when it was my house plant.

Everyone gasps when I tell them that. BUT YOU DON'T EVEN HAVE TO REMEMBER TO WATER IT! (That's what they say.)

Anyway, so I'm not good with plants. So I'm the ONLY one in my entire extended family who has plants committing suicide outside her door just so they don't have to be "taken care of" by me. My husband (who, annoyingly fits in better with the "weirdo gardening" side of my family than I do) accepts me for who I am.

However... when I brought home, as a surprise, some herbs in pots he told me to "PUT THEM DOWN! Put down the plants, honey, they didn't do anything to you. Don't touch them. I'll take care of them." I'm pretty sure they had given up the moment that I chose them from the store. It also might be the issue that I didn't listen to him and tried to help them along. Plants need cleaning right? I had to use soap! (JUST KIDDING, I know for a fact that my mother would fly here and take any living plant that was in my house just to save it from my evil hands if I actually did that.) Try as he might, Eric wasn't able to grant them life. They had seen the woman who would be their downfall. They gave up.

Yesterday Eric and I went to the store. He bought seeds (wouldn't even let me hold the packets, silly man) and soil, and some nice window sill pots. He brought it all home and made me some herb pots for my kitchen.

Lighting's bad, but I have basil, chives, parsley and oregano

 He told me not to look at them, not to touch them, not to even think about them. I'll try, but sometimes they look so lonely. :)