Thursday was a bad, bad, day!

Have I mentioned how badly I hate February? I wish we could have an 11 month year. Thursday took the cake. Wednesday night as I got home from work, I somehow managed to trip and land on the corner of the wall, left wrist first. Well Thursday morning it was in excruciating pain. I ended up going to quick care, and found out I broke a bone in my hand. It was so swollen that they didn't cast it, but wrapped it with a splint, advising me that I needed to come back in a week, get another x-ray to see if I needed to get a hard cast or not. Now of course this doesn't bode well for a hair stylist that needs to use BOTH of her hands, and being the stubborn girl that I am, I don't let anything dictate what I do, so naturally I've been still trying to do hair, which has made things worse. Well after quick care I ran to work, and wasn't able to take anything for the pain, so I'm cranky and in a ton of pain and emotional. Then at work I've been having some issues with a fellow teacher, and felt thrown under the bus. I won't get into details, but by the time I had left work, I had shed quite a few tears. So when I get home from work, I was ready for a long nights sleep, which never comes easily for me. But at 11:00 I get a text from Jon, asking me if I heard that my beloved Adam Carolla radio show had been cancelled.
I think that was the worst news of the day. I love that show. It's been my morning routine for almost 3 years. I enjoy the show so much that I podcast it to my ipod, and listen to the missed episodes. Needless to say, I feel lost now. By the end of the day I had had enough. So Adam, I'll miss you like crazy. Luckily he is doing his own podcast so it is a small glimmer of light, even if it's not quite the same.
On a brighter note, on Tuesday my wonderful class did something so amazing for me. I'm ashamed to say they were witness to some of my tears on Thursday, and they got me a wonderful card Thanking me for all I've done for them. They also got me a gift card to get a massage, and on top of that one of my students makes custom furniture, and her and her boss made a roll-about for me. It's SO nice. It's perfect for all my supplies. It was such a thoughtful thing for my class to do for me. I am so lucky to have these 13 women in my class. They are so awesome, and I don't feel like I deserve such a great class. So to my class THANK YOU! You've enriched my life so much!

February Funk

I don't know if this is an actually medically diagnosed and recognized disorder, but I get this every year. My whole family does for that matter. Maybe it's because I'm looking forward to better weather and we're all sick of winter. Believe me even living in Las Vegas we do have winters, we actually got a bit of snow, but the weather has be bad and I'm just ready to get out of here. My family all feels the same way, and my parents try to take a vacation every Feb. Last year as a family we all went to Hawaii, and that was the perfect medication for our self-diagnosed condition. So last February I had Hawaii to look forward to and it sure did the trick. This year however nothing. Looking back on my Hawaii pictures got me a little homesick for it. (Yes I feel like it's a home away from home, away from home......got that?)Anyhow even though it made me homesick it brought a grin to my face, and since I wasn't blogging last February I never put up Hawaii pictures. So here are a few for MY enjoyment. I hope you enjoy them as well. Oh Maui, how I miss ya!

Arrevaderci Diet Coke-y part deux-y

What can I say? I'm weak. I've had a crazy 2 weeks and caved. In my defense, who keeps their new years resolutions? In all reality, I didn't drink quite as much of that delicious substance as I usually did. But alas, all good things must come to an end, and I'm done.... again. I make no apologies for my slip, it was deserved. So there. Part of my slip up had to do with the massive case of insomnia I've had. I know what you're thinking, caffeine keeps you awake. I know, that's why I slipped. The insomnia came way before the diet coke. (Like oh 29 years maybe). I don't know? Mom, was I a good sleeper as a baby? Maybe I was and I got all my sleeping in during my formative years. Whatever the case may be, I will make a deal with the sandman.... I'll give up the Diet Coke, just PLEASE for the love of Sally give me a good nights sleep..... And if it's not asking too much a dreamless one would be a little more peaceful.... I don't need anymore dream/nightmares. Thank you!