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I wanted to get my hair cut before I go to Hawaii, so I scheduled an appointment with my favorite hairdresser, the same one who did the keratin treatment. My daughter was looking at me funny last night.
"Did you straighten your hair?" she asked.
"Claudia did."
"You got your hair cut?"
"I'll let you do it next time, I promise. I want you to color it before I go to Hawaii."
I know she's good at cutting hair, but mine has a mind of it's own. My bangs will shrink to tiny little spikes that stand upright if you're not very careful. Claudia understands my hair.
I think I hurt her feelings. I feel like a horrible mother.
Sunday, November 7, 2010
Saturday, November 6, 2010
I've Been Served
Back off, I'll take you on...
- Trapt
He came knocking again...at 10:00 p.m.! My daughter called to say she was afraid to come home because he was lurking outside the door. This made me so angry, I threw open the door and started yelling at him. He took a step back, his eyes wide.
He did have papers to serve. One of my creditors is suing me in small claims court. While there is no garnishment of wages in Texas, they might be able to attach (is that the right word?) my bank account. I guess I'll be visiting a lawyer next week. Maybe a deal can be made out of court.
- Trapt
He came knocking again...at 10:00 p.m.! My daughter called to say she was afraid to come home because he was lurking outside the door. This made me so angry, I threw open the door and started yelling at him. He took a step back, his eyes wide.
He did have papers to serve. One of my creditors is suing me in small claims court. While there is no garnishment of wages in Texas, they might be able to attach (is that the right word?) my bank account. I guess I'll be visiting a lawyer next week. Maybe a deal can be made out of court.
Thursday, November 4, 2010
He's Back
Make no sound, tip-toe across the floor
If he hears, he'll knock all day
- Men at Work
Last night, there was somebody knocking on the door again. I tried to look through the peephole, but I'm too short (5'1"), so my daughter (5'7") took a turn. "I can't see anything. The porch light is out. All I can see is black."
Not wanting to answer the door if we were not expecting anyone and couldn't see who it was, we ignored him. We were tip-toeing around and whispering like we forgot to buy Halloween candy, trying not to make any noise. He kept knocking for at least 20 minutes. No wonder my daughter was scared. He left another PI card. Did I mention the name on the front is not the same name he scribbled on the back? The phone number is different, as well.
Today - more loud knocking. This time he left and then came back. He also started pounding on the door across the hall and left a card on both. These are different cards, though. He left not PI cards, but Texas Process Server business cards with the name that was on the back of the PI cards. Sound shady yet?
Both times I was served before - divorce papers and when my ex sued for custody - a constable delivered the papers. What does a Texas Process Server deliver? Why doesn't he answer the phone or return calls explaining the nature of his visit? And why is he trying to involve my neighbors?
If he hears, he'll knock all day
- Men at Work
Last night, there was somebody knocking on the door again. I tried to look through the peephole, but I'm too short (5'1"), so my daughter (5'7") took a turn. "I can't see anything. The porch light is out. All I can see is black."
Not wanting to answer the door if we were not expecting anyone and couldn't see who it was, we ignored him. We were tip-toeing around and whispering like we forgot to buy Halloween candy, trying not to make any noise. He kept knocking for at least 20 minutes. No wonder my daughter was scared. He left another PI card. Did I mention the name on the front is not the same name he scribbled on the back? The phone number is different, as well.
Today - more loud knocking. This time he left and then came back. He also started pounding on the door across the hall and left a card on both. These are different cards, though. He left not PI cards, but Texas Process Server business cards with the name that was on the back of the PI cards. Sound shady yet?
Both times I was served before - divorce papers and when my ex sued for custody - a constable delivered the papers. What does a Texas Process Server deliver? Why doesn't he answer the phone or return calls explaining the nature of his visit? And why is he trying to involve my neighbors?
Wednesday, November 3, 2010
Calm Down...It's Not That Serious
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I know most teachers don't get the respect they deserve. To all of those wonderful teachers my daughter has had over the years...THANK YOU...and this post is not for you. This post is for the lame teachers that call for dumbass reasons. Like the one that had my daughter call me at work because she left her folder in her locker. Seriously? You called me at work for that. Tell her to go get it. Take points off her daily participation grade.
Today, I received an email from her Cosmotology teacher asking me to call. She lost her clippers. I had to listen to her go on and on about how she gave a list of supplies at the beginning of the school year and clippers was on it, but my daughter never spoke up and said she needed any. She had the opportunity to order some clippers and didn't. Of course I had to state the obvious and tell her she probably had her clippers at the beginning of the school year. Maybe she took them to her father's to cut his hair and lost them. I kept trying to interrupt and ask, "What would you like me to do about the clippers?" Finally, I was told we could purchase some at Sally's Beauty Supply.
Was it really necessary to use so many of my minutes for that? Could she not have just asked me in the email to please purchase some clippers? Did it require this much drama?
I'm seriously considering notifying all of her teachers that I am happy to schedule a conference concerning her progress if warranted, but if they are asking for an urgent returned call there had better be something on fire or at least some blood.
I know most teachers don't get the respect they deserve. To all of those wonderful teachers my daughter has had over the years...THANK YOU...and this post is not for you. This post is for the lame teachers that call for dumbass reasons. Like the one that had my daughter call me at work because she left her folder in her locker. Seriously? You called me at work for that. Tell her to go get it. Take points off her daily participation grade.
Today, I received an email from her Cosmotology teacher asking me to call. She lost her clippers. I had to listen to her go on and on about how she gave a list of supplies at the beginning of the school year and clippers was on it, but my daughter never spoke up and said she needed any. She had the opportunity to order some clippers and didn't. Of course I had to state the obvious and tell her she probably had her clippers at the beginning of the school year. Maybe she took them to her father's to cut his hair and lost them. I kept trying to interrupt and ask, "What would you like me to do about the clippers?" Finally, I was told we could purchase some at Sally's Beauty Supply.
Was it really necessary to use so many of my minutes for that? Could she not have just asked me in the email to please purchase some clippers? Did it require this much drama?
I'm seriously considering notifying all of her teachers that I am happy to schedule a conference concerning her progress if warranted, but if they are asking for an urgent returned call there had better be something on fire or at least some blood.
Tuesday, November 2, 2010
Avon Update and Giveaway: Writer's Cramp
When you order 100 brochures to pass out, you have to write your name, telephone number, and website 100 times. I need to invest in a stamp.
I've given up writing my email address because no one can read it. I've also stopped writing an expiration date because it's too confusing. You can only shop from the current brochure online, but I can sell out of 3 brochures at a time (very helpful to new reps). I was trying to put both dates on the brochures, but I'm not sure customers really understood. I've decided that in the interest of gaining new customers it's best to honor the prices listed in whatever brochure she's got in her hands.
I've started my Christmas shopping! Avon has stocking stuffers and Secret Santa gifts galore, some of which are pictured above. I bought hand creams, lip balms, and bubble bath minis to put in little gift bags for my family and friends. Money is tight this year, so I'm on a limited budget. These were perfect. The earrings were $6 for the set of 2 boxes, and the other items were less than a dollar each.
If you have people in your life who might appreciate these in their stockings, you can buy them from my online store: http://jenniferdavidson.avonrepresentative.com/.
I'm going to ask some of my friends and customers if they will host Avon parties for me. I'd like to stock up on seasonal merchandise to have on hand. Once again, I'm asking for help to decide what to buy. I'm giving away the above earring set to one lucky winner. To enter, click here then leave in a comment which jewelry giftset you'd be most likely to give to someone. You guys can participate, too. You know you've got Secret Santa gifts to buy as well as shopping for your sisters, daughters, girlfriends, wives...
I'm experimenting with extra entries on this one. In addition to the required entry mentioned above, for each of the following you can earn one additional entry. Leave one comment for each:
1) Follow my blog on Google Friend Connect.
2) Register at my e store (no purchase required): http://jenniferdavidson.avonrepresentative.com/register.html?cmd=register
The winner will be selected using Random.com. Last day to enter: November 24, 2010.
Don't forget to leave your email address if it's not on your public profile.
CONTEST CLOSED. Congratulations to Emily.
Monday, November 1, 2010
I Hear You Knockin'
...but you can't come in...
Today I found a private investigator's card on my door with a note on the back to please call. In my experience, these people don't easily go away so I thought I could make a quick call, answer a few questions, and be done with it. I left him a voice mail: "I found your card on my door. I'm not sure what this is about." I did not leave my name or number. If he was hired by the person I think, he already has that info.
I went for a bike ride and my phone started vibrating. It was my daughter. "There's a man in a suit at the door and he won't go away."
Now I'm annoyed. Can he not just return a phone call? I called his number again. Of course he still didn't answer. Now I'm pissed. "If that's you at my door, I'm not home and you're scaring my daughter. GO AWAY!"
Then I texted the new guy. "Does the PI at my door belong to your wife?" He says no, he can't imagine why she would still have PI's checking up on him. My money says he's the one getting played...
I did not hurry home for that idiot. I rode an additional 5 miles before returning to find another card from the same PI's office with the same note on the back. Maybe I'll call him again tomorrow, maybe I won't.
I didn't get laid. Not even phone sex. We never so much as kissed. At least let me sin a little if I'm going to have to deal with all this drama.
If music moves you, too...head on over to link up or just see what everyone else posted.
Today I found a private investigator's card on my door with a note on the back to please call. In my experience, these people don't easily go away so I thought I could make a quick call, answer a few questions, and be done with it. I left him a voice mail: "I found your card on my door. I'm not sure what this is about." I did not leave my name or number. If he was hired by the person I think, he already has that info.
I went for a bike ride and my phone started vibrating. It was my daughter. "There's a man in a suit at the door and he won't go away."
Now I'm annoyed. Can he not just return a phone call? I called his number again. Of course he still didn't answer. Now I'm pissed. "If that's you at my door, I'm not home and you're scaring my daughter. GO AWAY!"
Then I texted the new guy. "Does the PI at my door belong to your wife?" He says no, he can't imagine why she would still have PI's checking up on him. My money says he's the one getting played...
I did not hurry home for that idiot. I rode an additional 5 miles before returning to find another card from the same PI's office with the same note on the back. Maybe I'll call him again tomorrow, maybe I won't.
I didn't get laid. Not even phone sex. We never so much as kissed. At least let me sin a little if I'm going to have to deal with all this drama.
If music moves you, too...head on over to link up or just see what everyone else posted.
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