The Hug....

First of all, this week was pay day!  YAYNESS!

But this small anecdote means so much more to me than a dollar amount.

School has been going for about 6 six weeks now. 

In fact, I do believe the first 6 weeks is over next week.

I love my job.

Part of my job is watching students that go to daycare.

(Until the daycare workers come to pick them up.)

I met a boy in there the first week of school.

No eye contact and no emotion but anger came from this boy's vibe.

Now, I believe that in everyone there is good.  No matter how bad they may act.

Somewhere inside them there is a good person.

Call me niave.  I don't care.  It's just what I think.

Anyway.

2 weeks into the school year, this boy got very angry and decided not to leave school.

He just sat there in my room refusing to get up and leave.

It took us 30 mins to get him out of the school and on the daycare van.

Something was wrong.  There had to be a reason why he was so upset.

A week later he shut down on me again, refusing to leave the school.

The next day, I learned his mom was battling cancer.

And my heart just ached for this little boy.

Last week, he started to shut down again.

I went and sat by him.

I didn't really speak; I just sat there.

The next day, I could tell he was happier.

This week, he has started to smile huge smiles when he comes into my room.

And today, he have me the biggest hug and said, "Thank you."

And made it all worth it.

                            ~ the dramaqueen

A Lesson Learned

Several weeks ago I wrote a blog about being patient and having faith.

Apparently, I still need to learn a little more patience.

This story is to amuse and you might even have an out right burst of laughter.

I employ to do so; it is funny.

This week, I talked to a bestie (who is my hair stylist) and it was decided I was

in desperate need for a new do and/or dead end removal.

No big deal.  We set up a time to meet Thursday.

Thursday came, sweet baby boy

 (whom Emma loves and I swear they are like two peas in a pod.)

got sick with a fever.

I got the news and was sad; I really needed to get my hair cut and my weekend

was full.  There was no other day to get it done.

So what do I do?

Go to another lady, which I did not know, and let her cut my hair.

I walk into the salon holding a picture of a haircut I have had many times.

I know the cut and what it is supposed to look like.

I show the lady the picture.

I am assured she can cut it with no trouble.

She looks at the picture, sets it down, and begins to cut.

With a razor.

First of all, when using a razor to cut hair:

1. You never twist the hair, it will cause you to cut the hair unevenly.

and

2.  You never use the razor in an upward motion.  Just at a downward angle.

There was no "getting a base line to begin with".  Just a razor and going.

Me, sitting in the chair, I think; "Eh, what is happening?....bad feeling....."

But she has already started so I have to let her finish.

I watch the mirror for a total of 15 mins.

She tells me she is done, drys my hair, I pay her, and leave.

I see the damage; Worst Haircut Hall of Fame is sitting on my head!

9 times out of 10, I can take any hair cut good or bad and turn it into something awesome.

But, looking into the mirror and feeling the cut tells me a different story.

One side of my hair is by my ear....the other side is below...AND IT IS OBVIOUS!

Still I think, ok, no biggie, it has to be the way it dried.

Next morning......uh, yeah, it wasn't the way it was dried. 

It was very much two different lengths.

So, I call around and find someone to fix the problem.

(all day I walk around with a slightly tilted head to avoid the questions from coworkers.)

Needless to say, I went and got my hair fixed.

I need to remind you.

9 times out of 10 I can work with any hair cut.  I used to be paid to style hair.

For me to say, "This hair cut is not good and I have no idea of how to fix it."

You know it was just that bad.

Now, my hair is oh so very short.

I have deemed it the "Not So Extreme Rhianna Faux Hawk".

I will have to put a pic of it on here for reference tomorrow.

And as a reminder to have patience and wait for your bestie to cut your hair.

AND as a referral of hair cuts to NEVER get again.

Yes, God, I have learned my lesson.

Until Next Time,

TOODLES!

                                     the dramaqueen

Brooke's Homecoming

Emma and I went to Childress yesterday for an extremely short trip to watch Brooke's Homecoming pep rally and such.  I made her mum this year, which I enjoyed doing, and before heading off to her game; she let me take some quick pics of her and her mum.

Here is one with just her mum and megaphone.

I saw the best peprally in several years yesterday!  The girls did amazingly!  

 I am so proud of you, Brooke!

Until Next Time,

TOODLES!

                         ~ the dramaqueen