I was Tagged by SugarFree23 to tell 6 Random things about myself.  Hmmmmm, okay, here goes....

1. I love telling people where to go...errrrr, that is, I love giving directions!  You ask me how to get someplace and I can tell you 5 different ways to get there, and I will work to think of the best way.  I love it!


2. I love to knit, but am not a sweater knitter!  I am working on a purse now with these flower things on it.  It is a little complicated and is kicking my butt.  It is a felting project, for those of you who know what I am talking about....


3. I can name almost any breed of dog, if I see it, even the obscure ones.  And I don't know where I learned them.  I will burst forth with "Is that a Portuguese Water Dog" or "a Russian Wolfhound" or "Tibetan Terrier"? and I will have no idea why I know....


4. I hate not being perfect....and I am not perfect...so....


5. I like rules a lot....for other people, but not for me.  Seriously.


6. I sang a duet in church when I was 3 and have been singing in church ever since.

That's it.  I tag everybody I know to also write 6 random things.  Try it....it's hard....but fun!

peace....

Sorry I have been gone so long.  We have been busy with some stuff...not the least of which was my Mother, who had a bad headache last week, that ended up being bleeding on the brain which ended up being a stroke....I am happy to say it was a stroke with no residual effects, but it was a crazy week last week with her going to a doctor's appointment, being slapped into ICU, and the roller coaster that ensued after that.  God is good, though, God is good.....

So here is what I really wanted to tell you about....my visit to the salon.  I decided to treat myself to a pedicure and a half leg wax.  A relaxing, pampering afternoon.  Well, as I sat in the pedicure chair, trying so desperately not to jerk my foot as they used the scrubber on my feet.  I am SO ticklish.  As I sat there, the women were all talking to each other in another language.  I asked the woman working on my feet what language they were speaking.  "Vietnamese", she said.  Recalling the infamous Seinfeld episode, and trying to be funny, I asked her...  "You guys aren't talking about me, are you?"  "Oh no, we not talking 'bout you" she said, then rattled off something loudly in Vietnamese to which everyone else in the place stared at me and laughed hysterically.  I don't know....but I think they WERE talking about me.

Next I went in to get my legs waxed.... A half leg wax...from the knees down.  Well, when I got into the room the woman said... "I can do bikini wax."  Thinking about the last time I wore a bikini, I chuckled and said "no thanks".  She said "I do pretty heart"  I looked at her in confusion until realization hit as to what she meant by "pretty heart" and I gasped "oh no...no pretty heart....just a half leg wax"...I think I was blushing.  After my legs, she said "Eyebrows, I can do eyebrows".  Well, that sounded like a good idea, so I went ahead and had her do my eyebrows.  She showed them to me in a mirror with great pride.  She had left me about two inch long spikes that made me look like I was angry....or like something smelled bad.... THAT wasn't exactly what I had in mind....  Then she said:  "I do here" pointing to the moustache area "I have  a moustache?" I asked?  "NO" Then she pointed to my chin "I wax"  "I have hair there?  NO" I grabbed my chin  "Here?" she pointed under my chin to my neck.  I gasped "Hair there too?  Impossible! Say it isn't so!  no, no, no!  No more wax!" I practically ran from the room, holding my hand over my face to hide my hairy countenance from the throngs of people in the main room, wax papers flying behind me.  As I quickly paid and left the building in humiliation, looking like something smelled rotten, the sounds of their laughter was still echoing in my ears.

Not exactly the relaxing afternoon I had in mind.

At least my toenails were pretty...

peace....

peace.....

Here are some pictures from our vacation! 

First, from Ron's parents' 50th Anniversary/Renewal of their Vows (I almost said vowels, which would be something entirely different!   

Here are Ron's Parents....  The good news!  She no longer has to obey him--it was not in the vows! 

Ron and his younger brother, Ray

The four siblings, Ray, Denise, Doreen and Ron.  Ron is the old man of the group. 

The whole family.

My other pictures from the trip (from one extreme to the other) were from the zoo, of course   I did NOT get to hold a big snake, like I wanted to.  There was not a big man there, to assist me--only a teenage girl.  When I am holding a large snake, I would like to have the comfort of having a large man there to grab the aforementioned large snake, should he (the snake) decide to constrict, or some such thing.  Call me crazy.  So I just held my old friend the rosy boa again.  Here are the pics I took this time:

baby grizzly....look at those claws!

Charlie the Capuchin.  So cute!

This was my favorite.  These tiny fawns that were licking my hands, and wanted me to pet them.

I have fed fawns before, but have never had them actively want to be touched like these did.  It was the most amazing thing ever. 

We also were able to pet a wolf pup, a fox kit, and we saw baby baboons and cougars that were suckling (SO cool).  I just did not get decent shots.  I wish you all could go to this place.  You would enjoy it thoroughly.  I wish we could all go together

So those were some highlights from my trip.  Hope you enjoyed the pics!

peace....