The last day for errands.

So today is my last day for crazy running around. Let me first tell you about yesterday. Yesterday I went to the Palisades Mall and spent a whopping 7+ hours there! I told you it was a big one- 2nd biggest in the country. I did very well. I bought quite a bit of clothes. I found both Ginger tablets and ginger candy- just in case any of us get sick. I bought a couple rings and necklaces, bought my dad a bunch of clothes and bought my mom her two formal dresses. (i gave them both a cruise shopping spree for father's/mother's day) So we all did pretty good. I also called and got Rocky an appointment for Monday at the vet. I really don't want to take her to the vet the day we're leaving and have a bunch of suitcases out, but that's what you get when you're a major procrastinator. So today's agenda was to take Rocky to get a haircut at 6pm and that's about it. I was going to clean all day. Last minute decision, I went ahead and got my hair cut. I went to a salon I had only been to one other time quite a while ago. I'm trying to find a new stylist. My former stylist has a really annoying schedule, or lack there of, so I want someone with better hours. I actually haven't gotten my hair cut in almost a year. I have been trying to grow it out, so it never really hit me how long it had been until recently. So I go to this salon and ask the girl to take 1-2 inches off. My hair was just too long! It was down to my waist... curly! It was long. So she starts cutting and she has my chair so low, I can only see from my chin up. BIG mistake! She cut off 5-6 inches!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I am SO mad. My hair is now the length it was a year ago when I started to grow it out!!! Now it looks good, but I'm not about to be straightening my hair on a hot/ humid/rainy cruise! So I'll be wearing it curly, which means I loose like another inch in length. I dislike my hair curly when it's this short. Ugh! The joys of being a woman. I know it's just hair and it will grow, but this really upset me. I cry like twice a year. After today, I can't cry again until Jan to keep up with my quota. I literally started to cry twice over my haircut. Let's say it together... "I need a vacation". I just don't understand how someone can see their client hold out their hair, with their fingers showing how much they mean, hear "1-2 inches" and go ahead and cut off 5-6!! The more I think about it, the angrier I get. I should go back with a ruler with a bow on it and tell her, "A gift from me to you." Okay. I'm done now. Well, no, I'll probably be whining a lot about the length of my hair (or lack there of!!!!) for most of the vacation, but I'll keep it to just my parents, as they have to love me. Even when I'm acting like a spoiled brat. Well, I'm off to clean and pack. I actually clean best when I'm angry, so this is good. Thanks lady! Is it Monday night yet?


Edit: In my rage I forgot to post the most important thing.

Please take some time today to remember the families and friends of the victims and survivors of 9/11. I know I can still picture how beautiful that day was and how quickly hate changed everything. This may seem cliche or cheesy to you, but it's not! If you do feel that way, you really need to take some time for self evaluation.

God bless America and the men and women who give their lives every day to protect us and our freedom that our forefathers fought so hard for! I <3 America!