Case of the Monday's

Did you see the picture of Jada on the cover of Shape magazine? OMG, talk about motivation. I heart her. Why is it that when I look down at my belly it looks fat but when I look in the mirror or take a picture of it, it looks really good? And why is the 45-degree angle view much more flattering than the side or front views? I’m obsessing.

I don’t know why but I was craving goat cheese this weekend. Is that weird, or what? While I was getting my facial on Saturday we were hit with what seemed like torrential downpours. It was tricky leaving the salon because their daggone parking lot was flooded so my feet got wet as I was going to the car. I was ready to go home after that because I hate wet feet but I still had this ridiculous craving for goat cheese. I almost get to my house and decide to keep driving to the grocery store. I picked up the goat cheese, cracked pepper water crackers and a bottle of Sauvignon Blanc and went on home. Then I made myself a big salad with grilled chicken, sliced roma tomatoes with basil, my crackers with goat cheese, a glass of wine and I was in heaven.

I really want to punch my son. Thursday was his first day of the fall semester. His History class was at 1:30 and he called me afterward and just loved it. He was really excited. Today, he had an 8:00 English class and he overslept and missed it! Even though he set his alarm and I went into his room before I left the house and told his silly behind not to go back to sleep. I am not happy with him right now. He just sent me a text: Sorry mom. I promise it won’t happen again. And I will pass her class with an A. Her class ends at 9:15, so I didn’t want to show up late and class be halfway through, or be made an example out of. I’m sorry.

I have always had issues with “our” hair salons. So much so, that I don’t patronize them for myself anymore. I do my own hair and I’m quite fine with that. Unfortunately, I have a teenaged daughter and I can’t do her hair to her satisfaction … apparently teenaged girls have higher standards. So for the past three years or so I’ve been sending her to the salon down the street every two weeks. Every two weeks … plus a relaxer every six weeks ... think about those dollars for a minute. Anyway, lately her stylist has been acting kinda funky. I haven’t really paid it any mind until Saturday when I dropped off my child for her 10:00 appointment only to have her call me at 11:30 to let me know that she hadn’t even been shampooed yet and no one in the friggin’ shop even acknowledged her presence or apologized for the delay. I went to pick her up and trust and believe she will not be back! The owner wasn’t there on Saturday but I sent her an email letting her know that she just lost a long standing loyal customer. Customer service, people! Customer service! I found another place and made an appointment so she can get her back-to-school-do done. I explained to the new lady my frustrations regarding time management and hair care vs. hair styles, she assured me that her views differed significantly from the old place. We’ll see. We’ll see.

I’m working on a list of financial (where is all money?), physical (being healthy ain't all about the weight) and spiritual (are you there God? It's me, chele.) goals that I’ll implement on my 45th birthday. I’m an advocate of writing things down but I don’t always follow through. This time has to be different. There are things that I have to accomplish in order to be the person that I really want to be. I often wish I had this mind set when I was 25, but better late than never.

Bryan and I are going back to our beach house in a few weeks for the weekend. One last getaway before the end of the summer. I’m looking forward to it. Then we’re going back up to Virginia wine country in October.

I suppose I should get some real work done. I hope you all enjoy your week.