Finals
It has been a long time since I have been a student. Especially one who had a short course to cram as much knowledge as possible into my already tiny brain of useless knowledge, and then regurgitate it all for a state mandated exam. I have successfully given myself an ulcer in this process, because I am an overachiever, and want to get a perfect score on everything. I have done reasonably well, and shouldn't keep worrying, but still do. Two more exams and then it is on to waxing and facials for five weeks. Then on to practicing on the public.We are preparing for Thanksgiving with Nana and Papa Tantrum, and hoping to keep things low key. I have already made the cranberry conserve

When The Moon Hits Your Eyes, Look The Other Way
I dropped Bacon off at school with Mr. T this morning and we dropped off some boxes for banjo making in his classroom. Of course I should have known that this would mean that some sort of conversation about behavior would happen, but I wasn't prepared for the one that occurred. His teacher's assistant came out to talk about some bad behavior that Bacon had been exhibiting, and that they were working on it because she didn't think it was serious enough to warrant a call home. He has been mooning (or Bare A$$ing) his school mates at recess, and on occasion has also shaken his butt while peeing in the bathroom at the urinal. This has caused distress and dismay to the othe

The Tenth Level of Hell
Turning two is hard. I know, because I did it and then watched Bacon do it. This week my adorable nephew did it. He had his party today, complete with a gluten free vegan cake, (he has horrible allergies) and more gifts and stimulation than necessary. Both he and Bacon were exhausted after the first hour. Of course with the age of two comes hitting, and nephew is hitting Bacon, which sends Bacon into a screaming maniacal girly girl. This leads to nephew going into time out - and crying because of it - and Bacon sobbing and screaming some more. It is the tenth level of hell. It is also the exact reason that I only

School HiJinks
Bacon is in school full time. I drop him off about 7:45 every day, and he goes to his morning class right near the gym where they wait for the teacher to get them. (Why they don't go straight to the class I am not sure...but this is how it works.) Today I dropped him off myself, because Mr. T had to meet the phone guy at the new store at the butt crack of the morning. Of course I should have known this meant that somehow I was going to be told something horrible, like Bacon had maimed a small animal, or broken an overhead projector, but was dumb and thought I would be in and out in no time. I was wrong. Mrs. Black stopped me in the ha

Bacterial Overload
I started school last Tuesday and am thrilled to be back deep in the hands on training and book education of becoming a bonafide nail technician and esthetician. I knew that there would be pretty polishes, and fun facials, and some legal stuff to memorize. I forgot that there would be a lot of rules about sanitation. I also forgot that I moved to one of the most stringent states with sanitation guidelines, and laws. I have spent the week studying all the forms of bacteria, germs and pathogens. I have learned what to do and what not to do in the salon - and at school - and in the process have become some sort of hand washing obsessive compulsive freak show.