i hate to use random in my titles...but random it is!

Ever faced with the facts in your life? 

They hit you like a ton of bricks right between the eyes, smack dab on your noggin? 

I was faced with such a fact just about an hour ago. 

A few evenings ago one of my friends had called me and wanted to talk, but for whatever reason I was not able to, so I told her I would call her the next evening. 

I remembered tonight, on the way home from my hair appointment that I never did call her, we are three nights away from when she first called me! 

Seriously!?!  ??????

I feel horrid because the last thing I want to be is preoccupied and unfriendly or treat any of my friends as if they don't matter to me. 

I did text her when I got home just now and asked if she is home and awake, she text-ed back that she is doing something else. (She told me what, it doesn't matter, I believe her.) 

I think I would have told me that I was busy too, had I been her! I deserve her cold shoulder.  

The thing I like about my friends, though, is they are mature and forgiving and loving and understanding and I know that there won't be drama because I didn't call her when I told her I would. I cherish my friendships, especially so, because I can count on every one of them to react in a mature manner when I mess up. 

I know I'm being a little bit dramatic with this post, I was just horrified when I remembered. But all will be OK, I just know it. God has blessed me with some seriously awesome friendships over the years.

On to another subject. 

So tonight I was looking at the stats behind the scenes of my website. I find it funny how some of the traffic is rolling over to my site. Some of the "search words" that have been typed in and found their way to my site are a little bit odd. I won't say what the one search is, but when I went to check it out, it was all about porn. 

Yes, I'm totally serious and it made me wonder what I had written about that would make that come up under that content??? 

How. Random. Is. That????

Other referring sites are Russian. Hmmm? When I hit the translate button I see they are selling vitamins and such. 

How. Random. Is. That???? 

I'm just a "little Amish girl" trying to make my way in this world called...Blogger! :) I know nothing about porn or Russia-except it is a big country and they have the KGB over there, and they wear big, long furry coats and crazy looking hats in the winter. That is what I know about Russia. Are the Olympics there this year? I think so.

My hair.

 I got my hair done tonight. 

I think my hair stylist and I are finally speaking the same language. She finally understands my thoughts on color, because I showed her in pictures, rather than try to speak the vocabulary of hair. 

When you can't speak the language, there is a lot of mis-communication. 

I kept telling her I didn't like the "peach" color in my hair and she would ruffle my hair and say, "I don't see the same color, I don't see peach." Then I would say, "I want my hair to be the color of straw." (I am from the Amish, I know what straw looks like, to me "straw" is a color.) 

One of the stylist in her salon had the color hair that I liked, my stylist made an attempt at it last time I was there, but it still didn't turn out how I would have liked it. 

Too much peach. 

So tonight I took my Kindle tablet along and showed her a couple heads of hair in Pinterest and she nailed it to the wall, she said, "You like more of a contrast in your hair." I was like, "Yeah!"

 Why couldn't I just vocalize that to her over the last six months?   ?????    ?????

Oh yeah, because I don't speak the language of hair and I didn't really know it was the contrast that I wanted, I just knew I didn't want peach colored hair anymore. In the language of hair, that peach color is actually considered "gold". My eyes just didn't see gold, they saw peach every morning, and my eyes loathed it. Every. Morning.

God bless my hair stylist! I mean really! She has the patience of Job to deal with me and my crazy ways of trying to tell her what I want and like. I bet she and the other stylist dub me as "the one who wants her hair to look like straw!" They probably need no name for me. 

I learned a lesson tonight, don't try to speak a language you don't know, just show them what you want on Pinterest, bacuz Pinterest has everything one would ever want to describe right there in picture. Bingo! No need for mis-communication anymore!  

I'm Hungry

I really am hungry and I can't fall asleep if I am too hungry, so I have to go forage for some food in the fridge before going to bed, but what I'm really hungry for I cannot have. I am hungry for apple jello salad, especially the kind with the red hots melted in the jello. I think I know what I will be mixing up this weekend. Must remember to have Mr. Wonderful stop and get some apples from our local fruit farm store.

Tylenol PM

Is my friend lately.

Blessings all! 

I'm glad you are here.