Bad Day At The Farm
This past Sunday was supposed to be such a good day. This is what I get for thinking.
We got up at 6:00 to drive out to Turf Express (1 hour and 45 minutes away) to see Hero's Crown, Anne's little baby thoroughbred, and his mother, Nugget.
I have to tell you, I miss road trips and driving in a car, especially in Texas. You just get to see so many cool things that are so familiar to me, and yet, so different to my every day life in New York. Plus the stops at the little country gas stations or restaurants where half the men in town talk about the weather, or in this case, the Cowboys and their 1 point loss to Seattle which kicked them out of the playoffs, which I am sure as shit not happy about. ** When we went to the Giants/Cowboys game last month, the New York fans kept yelling "Romo is a homo!" The men at this place didn't quite phrase it like that, but, in their own way, they meant the same thing, if not worse. ** We did manage to shave off 15 minutes in each direction thanks to Soundgarden, Nirvana, Pearl Jam, The Foo Fighters and Alice in Chains.
We got out to the horse place and it had recently rained. The mud was so high, and stupid ass me, had on her knee high boots that I need to wear to work. I couldn't even get to the fence. So I couldn't pet HC, only saw him from a distance. I couldn't even get 2 pastures away from poor Nuggy. So the mission was a waste of time, although I did get to go on a mini-road-trip. HOWEVER, I did have the pleasure of seeing a little 5 year day baby horse and that is just always so touching - see picture.
We got back to Roxanna's and the dogs next door had gotten into our trash so there was trash ALL OVER the yard.
Roxanna was coming home that day from her cruise, so we cleaned the house spotless and made some Cowboy Shepherds Pie and a homemade strawberry cake.
Tonya came over and we hung out for a while until Roxanna got home.
Roxanna did not have the fun time she thought she would. She was pretty bummed which bummed us out.
But, we decided before all this to have a spa night where will did girly things and played with make-up, talked and did our hair and nails. That turned to shit pretty quick.
They mean well and I love them like son of a bitches. Anne and Tonya had been adamant about me doing my hair darker and putting high-lites in it. I finally agreed although people generally like my hair and it is so long now. If I didn't like the darker blonde, I would just change it back. It was going OK but when I rinsed my hair and then towel dried it, I thought it may have been a little too brown. I was completely wrong.
I realize purple is the color of royalty, but not in my kingdom. I HATE purple. And now, my hair is a shade of purple I have never even seen before. There is no name for it, no way to describe it and it is definately unique to all other hair colors in every land, in every people.
After I fix this, I will always, until the the day I die, have long blonde hair to my ass. I don't care if I am 101 and I look like I am trying to be 23 again. I yelled at Anne and Tonya and slammed the door in their faces. I was so livid pissed, I cried. Needless to day, smoking secession is off the agenda and I am praying I will not go bald when I fix my hair Saturday. Then I felt bad and we all apologized and there is really nothing left to do but laugh about it.
Still, I would rather be here and all this happening than be in my normal life that I traveled 1,583 miles to escape myself, which I learned is like trying to run from your own shadow. I am plagued by my responsibilities and still have the weight of my woes, but it is somehow better. I had not even bought my return ticket until last night, which I was reluctant to do, but I know it needed to be done.
Also, it seems my Australian room mate is being kicked out of the country and his visa has expired so I will be living by myself at some point next month. It is fine. I just sense I will be lonely even more than I already am at times.
All things happen for a reason. I am still questioning what purple hair has to do with anything, but I have decided to not worry about it, not make any plans and just let life come and I will handle it when it gets there. I am on Oak.
We got up at 6:00 to drive out to Turf Express (1 hour and 45 minutes away) to see Hero's Crown, Anne's little baby thoroughbred, and his mother, Nugget.
I have to tell you, I miss road trips and driving in a car, especially in Texas. You just get to see so many cool things that are so familiar to me, and yet, so different to my every day life in New York. Plus the stops at the little country gas stations or restaurants where half the men in town talk about the weather, or in this case, the Cowboys and their 1 point loss to Seattle which kicked them out of the playoffs, which I am sure as shit not happy about. ** When we went to the Giants/Cowboys game last month, the New York fans kept yelling "Romo is a homo!" The men at this place didn't quite phrase it like that, but, in their own way, they meant the same thing, if not worse. ** We did manage to shave off 15 minutes in each direction thanks to Soundgarden, Nirvana, Pearl Jam, The Foo Fighters and Alice in Chains.
We got out to the horse place and it had recently rained. The mud was so high, and stupid ass me, had on her knee high boots that I need to wear to work. I couldn't even get to the fence. So I couldn't pet HC, only saw him from a distance. I couldn't even get 2 pastures away from poor Nuggy. So the mission was a waste of time, although I did get to go on a mini-road-trip. HOWEVER, I did have the pleasure of seeing a little 5 year day baby horse and that is just always so touching - see picture.
We got back to Roxanna's and the dogs next door had gotten into our trash so there was trash ALL OVER the yard.
Roxanna was coming home that day from her cruise, so we cleaned the house spotless and made some Cowboy Shepherds Pie and a homemade strawberry cake.
Tonya came over and we hung out for a while until Roxanna got home.
Roxanna did not have the fun time she thought she would. She was pretty bummed which bummed us out.
But, we decided before all this to have a spa night where will did girly things and played with make-up, talked and did our hair and nails. That turned to shit pretty quick.
They mean well and I love them like son of a bitches. Anne and Tonya had been adamant about me doing my hair darker and putting high-lites in it. I finally agreed although people generally like my hair and it is so long now. If I didn't like the darker blonde, I would just change it back. It was going OK but when I rinsed my hair and then towel dried it, I thought it may have been a little too brown. I was completely wrong.
I realize purple is the color of royalty, but not in my kingdom. I HATE purple. And now, my hair is a shade of purple I have never even seen before. There is no name for it, no way to describe it and it is definately unique to all other hair colors in every land, in every people.
After I fix this, I will always, until the the day I die, have long blonde hair to my ass. I don't care if I am 101 and I look like I am trying to be 23 again. I yelled at Anne and Tonya and slammed the door in their faces. I was so livid pissed, I cried. Needless to day, smoking secession is off the agenda and I am praying I will not go bald when I fix my hair Saturday. Then I felt bad and we all apologized and there is really nothing left to do but laugh about it.
Still, I would rather be here and all this happening than be in my normal life that I traveled 1,583 miles to escape myself, which I learned is like trying to run from your own shadow. I am plagued by my responsibilities and still have the weight of my woes, but it is somehow better. I had not even bought my return ticket until last night, which I was reluctant to do, but I know it needed to be done.
Also, it seems my Australian room mate is being kicked out of the country and his visa has expired so I will be living by myself at some point next month. It is fine. I just sense I will be lonely even more than I already am at times.
All things happen for a reason. I am still questioning what purple hair has to do with anything, but I have decided to not worry about it, not make any plans and just let life come and I will handle it when it gets there. I am on Oak.
posted by Wigwam at 7:09 AM
1 Comments:
I feel for ya. I don't suppose you remember sophmore year at CHS when Christine dyed her hair copper penny red. Her dad had a shit fit. And instead of sending her to a salon to get the color changed, he bought a bottle of blonde and told her to do it "right now!"
Well, she was mauve for about 2 weeks until the salon could fix it. We still laugh at that one. However, it was 1987, and purple was in...
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