Thursday, September 27, 2012
So this morning, I woke up and decided to curl my hair. I love to curl my hair so no big deal right? Wrong. There are two ways to curl your hair if you are using a curling iron- you can use the clamp and clamp onto it or you can wrap it around the curling iron and hold the hair with you fingers. I decided that I wanted to wrap it. It produces large, loose curls at least for me. I start curling my hair. Everything is going great and then Bam! I yelp (probably wake my roommate up in the next room over) and drop the curling iron. I look in the mirror and I have a hickie! I burned myself with the freaking curling iron! And guess where this burn/hickie is? On the front of my neck, halfway down and falls right next to my hoop earring. I can't even hide it with my hair! The entire time I was curling the rest of the hair because you know that happened on the 2nd curl, I was scowling at the mirror. Here I am, a single lady, so single that I haven't had a date since April and I gave myself a hickie that people will look at and think they know what I have been up to. Let's face it- I did a great job on this one. It actually looks like a hickie. About 1 1/2 inches long and perfectly oval! At this point, all I can do is laugh and of course smack my head and wonder how I could be that dumb to burn myself on the front of my neck. Couldn't I have burned myself on the back of my neck where no one will see it because my large, loose curls are covering it up? NO, of course not. And the worst part about it- I thought I had some cover up in backpack, but do I- Do I even need to answer that with the way my day has been going? So here's to a burn that looks like a hickie, the only action this single lady is getting and what can I say? It is pretty funny! (If you are not laughing by now-there could be something wrong with you, because this is hilarious if I do say so myself.)
Sunday, September 23, 2012
Wednesday, September 19, 2012
|This picture isn't the greatest, but that is my Grandpa!|
As he lived just a couple of houses down from me, my family spent a lot of time with him. Whenever Dad bought a new horse, he would have to go show Grandpa. Grandpa was an excellent judge of horses. He could look at any horse and tell you what that horse would be like. It was so much fun to watch him evaluate horses. He would look the horse up and down, sometimes he would walk around it or make you walk the horse, then you would come back to where he was standing and ask, "So what does he look like?" and then Grandpa would give you this analysis and it was amazing. I remember one time when he told us that the horse had the beginning stages of ringbone (which is really hard to detect) and he was right. Every year he would watch the Kentucky Derby and every year he would pick the winner long before the race had even begun. He could always spot them. It was amazing!
Grandpa was an amazing husband. My Great-grandma Gladys died when I was very young. I believe I was 6 or 7, but before she passed on she had had Alzheimer's Disease. When she got to the worst stages of Alzheimer's Grandpa could no longer take care of her and they had to put her in an assisted living home. Every day for 5 or 6 years, Grandpa would drive to town and take care of her. He would help her get dressed and fed every day, then he would make the drive home, take care of the cows and the horses and then finally take care of himself. I am 21 years old so I can safely say that Grandpa was alone for a solid 20 years as I do not remember my Grandma Gladys before she had Alzheimers. One of my Grandpa's prized possessions was a painting done of him and Grandma on their horses on one of the mountain ranges where we keep our cattle. What always amazed me was that he went and visited her every day. Every day. Even when she got to the point where she could no longer remember anyone let alone him. But, because he loved her so much, he went every day. So that is why I am grateful that he passed away. He is now back together with my Grandma. And they aren't in any pain anymore and they don't have to worry about Grandma not knowing who he is.
My Great-Grandpa Sherm was an amazing man. He lived his life in a way that never left any doubt to what he loved in life. He loved his religion and was an active participant up until the day he died. He loved his wife and children. And he loved his ranching life with all of his horses and cows. Grandpa left a heritage to his children, his grand-children, his great-grandchildren and his great-great-grandchildren (Yes, there are a couple.). He was an amazing man and will be missed. But I'm sure that the reunion he received in Heaven was more awesome than anything I can ever imagine.
If you want to read more about my Grandpa, you can go here.