Diary? Nothing that I wouldn't tell a client. Not everything that is written pertains to me or my life.
The things I see, hear...the people I talk to, all influence or impact my thoughts. Just saying!

Sunday, February 6, 2011

My Laptop's Dead


6.
<--I was trying to snap a pic with the background of the organ pipes and the cross and stained glass in the background but I was trying to do it without looking sneaky or before anybody got in, so it wouldn't look like, 'here I am snapping self shots.' It just looks strange when there's a person taking pictures of herself with an outstretched hand. At least I don't like how it looks. (Yet I do it quite often because it's even worse to constantly ask people to take pictures of me.)

I was sitting, waiting to play, watching an elderly lady with her stowed cane underneath the pew before her, trying to settle her purse in the right position in front of her, thinking about the times I sat and waited to play before the judges when I was younger. The anticipation, the accelerated heart beat, the leg tapping a mile a minute, the sweaty palms, and then the nerves in the legs causing it to twitch and shake like crazy! And my leg still does that now!! Those nerves. All for about three minutes of playing. And then it was over and I couldn't remember what I had played and didn't care because it was over! All that nervousness for such a small little thing. It makes me think of brides getting ready for the big day. And then it's over. Makes me wanna get married at the ocean with no decorations except for God's beautiful nature and no fuss and no florist or cake decorator. With maybe ten people around me. OK, I have to laugh because I shouldn't talk about weddings here. Plus I'm going of subject. Hehe.

I played and then drove over to my church. I just think, through the last few years, of all the churches I have been to or visited. All so, so different but filled with people who love and want to serve the Lord. After, my sister and I drove off to find a suitable place to eat and talk. I haven't seen her in a long time! Guess where we ate? Out in the valley in a place where only elderly eat at. I thought we might be in a retirement community. But we don't mind. Food is food, and once never hurts. Plus I don't know any places out in the valley. It was good to catch up. I always think we go too long before we meet up but we always have good conversations.

Upon coming home I pushed the start button on my computer only to find out that it doesn't start. Apparently it burned out. Or something. Funny, I was just talking about upgrading my laptop to a Mac book. Hmm? The first thing I thought was, "nooooo, I can't post a blog! It will ruin everything." Only to realize there's three other computers in the house that I could use. It's just different to not be able to use mine whenever I feel like for whatever reason. (The whole, one side saying 'I want it now, I want it fixed now,' and then the other mellow side saying, 'oh well, I'll just take it to the tech team.' And relax. It won't kill me -I like this version better.) I mean, I'm using and old desk top right now with a screen that I have to focus through the scratches and a keypad that I haven't used in forever. Well, the only things I want are all my pictures, (duh) so I'll fix it and look into maybe changing it. Little brother is waiting for an upgrade only so he can have my old one. Isn't he the lucky one. (Mac computers are pricey so...we'll see.)

I'm off to do my bible study questions. I have to admit, and I'm not proud of it, but I have not yet done a week the correct way, by doing the questions for the allotted day. I will.

Oh, and on the subject of my hair. I know people always have to comment on it when they find out I'm a hairdresser. But everybody seems to have to have an opinion about my hair at this time.
*I love your hair. Orange is my favorite color! -Well thanks, I don't know what to say.
*Client in chair next to me: I want strawberry blond hair like hers. -It's not strawberry blond. It's pretty orangey, people.
*Person walking behind me: Look at her auburny color. I like it. -Hmm?
*This is the worst thing you've done with your hair!
*Even this is better than you're previous color.
*You're blond! -No I'm not.
*Do you like your hair this color? -I wonder if this is a nice, subtle way of telling me they don't like it.
Anyway, I don't care what others think of my hair, but if I myself can't decide if I like it or hate it, then, that's a problem. I only think it's OK when I'm in full black and it's freshly washed and done. And then again, it depends where I'm at. But the fact is, it's not real looking and I can't stand that! Therefore, even though I tell people I should be forbidden to change my hair in any given time right now, I will make it real looking. As in more natural rather than fiery yellow orange bright non real color. Yep.

By the way, I have three day weekends but it never feels that way. And last night, it hit me. Maybe the excitement wore off, but my second job is actually a job. And right now, it's hard for me. Maybe harder than my real job. Eh!

Publishing, from the comfort of an old computer. Yey for old stuff.