I like my sister in law Kristin's blog- she's funny and has a serious knack for writing... I'm just sayin'. I don't really wish I had flashed someone, but I do wish I had good stories to tell or at least could tell them like she does!

I wanted to let the world know that I passed my cosmetology state boards and also discovered a use for the scary mannequin heads that I had to haul around for 18 months: BEAUTY SHOP!

After the exam I was spent and didn't really clean up my mess...and somehow with my kids running around me like crazy, a dog biting me, and a mess in the kitchen sink it dawned on me that the ugly scary heads could have a second function! I feel like the coolest baby sitter EVER! I bet this euphoric feeling lasts until mid morning tomorrow!

Kudos to the 8 year old that figured out the proper way to wrap a perm rod this evening... I explained to her that I had seen grown women cry over the very same perm rods. I don't think she believed me, but it's true!

I've also realized I'll have to figure out how to put the 'man' in manicure given that Rowan likes to be like his sister. For now he's happy banging nail polish bottles together until they break but one day he might want the paint ON him.... hmmmmm.

Ummm I Wish I Had Flashed Someone...

Then I would have funny stories to tell like Kristin!

Anyhoooo... Good Night everyone. My daughter is debating with my husband as to whether or not she can sleep with one of my mannequin heads. Creepy things too. I guess that is the end result of playing, "Beauty Shop" on a Friday night! We are ending the night in sobs, and here I am somewhat sheepishly ignoring the whole debacle.

"And her name shall be...

Alice." This was the solemn proclamation from our then four year old daughter's mouth when asked what she would name her new puppy (the one we promised not to get rid of). Later on, after we returned home from picking up our freshly named Alice we overheard Mikayla telling her, " I shall love you forever and for always" while petting poor Alice's head over and over.

We tried out a Golden Retriever for a week. He liked sitting on Rowan a lot. A little too much actually. 63 pounds vs 23 isn't a fair match. Rowan misses the kisses and licks though- we think that was his favorite part. Alice so far has disappointed him in this arena. Commodore, our Golden Retriever, was pretty cool until he went crazy on his walks- attacking the leash, my arm, whatever. I wasn't strong enough to handle it, and due to some unforseen dog anxiety from others in the family we decided to return him. From what I gather he found a very nice home with a single person who is big enough to handle him. But he was cute... and much more potty trained than our dear Alice.
We think we accidentally perpetuated the puppy mill problem in purchasing Alice. Nashville Animal Control only had 3 dogs for adoption (the rest were flood victims being housed.) And any other dogs at ALL the other places were a definite NON match for the family. Of course, given our dog history, I don't think we are very good at determining a match for the family.

Needless to say, Alice fit the parameters we had originally decided on PRE Commodore, and it's working out. Why I didn't originally stick to them I have no idea.