My yard is taking up all my concentration. I really need to work on this project but I am over the excitement of it and now it is just the giant, mundane project that I can’t seem to get any drive to complete. I am dragging…dragging… dragging through it. And the scary part? I have so much more to do. I can’t even imagine being done with it. That is what is so scary about it. At least I know what has to be done. For awhile there, I didn’t even know that.
This weekend, my neighbor girlfriends and I are going to stay at my dad’s at the beach (because he is out of town) and have a girl’s weekend. It is totally planned with no real plan. Should be fun. Everyone is looking forward to it. It’ll be interesting. We have all done family trips together but I think this will be the first ‘just the girls’ trip. Hmmm… I didn’t even realize that until now. Anyway, the plan is movie, dinner, shopping, spa, more eating out, maybe trying surfing… again, hanging out and talking…
In boy news, Dallon had a major meltdown over his hair yesterday morning. It just didn’t look right and when I asked what it should look like so I could fix it, he said "I don’t know… I can’t remember." And he is in tears. The bell is about to ring. Just a few weeks ago I saw an Oprah with people who were deathly afraid of what everyone was thinking about them and they couldn’t go out in public. So I was quite worried that Dallon was surely going to turn into that if I didn’t try to nip this in the bud.
I told him that most people are really just worried about themselves just like he is about his hair and they won’t even know there is a difference from the day before to that day’s hair. And then he was upset about his face being all red from crying. I would get him calmed down and then he would start thinking about I don’t know what…and then cry and say his stomach hurt… he was a mess. It took a half hour to get into school. He finally made it in and he said his day was just fine. I think this happens about every six months (let’s hope so anyway).
All I could think about was that Oprah show and the people (college age) on it were very good looking people. And the parents were in the audience just devastated. I told Dallon that he was definitely going to school and there was no getting around that. I am sure he is fine… but I was getting worried during this morning ordeal.
Note to self… don’t watch Oprah or any other show that has exteme cases of phobias (I don’t even watch Oprah:P)



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So jealous I can barely stand it! It probably wouldn’t have been good for me to crash your friend thing though. LOL Miss you, I can’t stand to think about what is going to happen to your hair when someone else does it next! EEEKKKKK! Love, Al
Oh, a girls weekend… it’s been waaaaaaaaaaaaay too long since I had one of those fun times! Enjoy yours! You were right to tell Dallon that everyone was worried about themselve and not him… somewhere I read an article about that and they (the mag) had done a survey after sending someone into a party scene (50 people or so) with something funky about their clothing, like a skirt caught up or something in their teeth, etc. (can’t remember exactly!)… anyways, they interviewed all the people as they left, asking them if they noticed the “funky thing”… some ungodly LOW percentage had actually noticed! It was amazing! And, made me think… how about that Dr. Seuss quote (I’m paraphrasing here, I’m sure!)… the people that matter, don’t care and the people that don’t care, matter. Or something like that!
Hope all’s well w/Dallon now!