Friday, September 05, 2008

Eeew, Eeew, and EEWW!

The "eeews" have nothing to do with the crawdad Cain is holding in this photo, even though it is pretty nasty-looking. I have had two yucky-yuck-yucks today:

1) I was packing for our trip to Jackson, Tennessee, which is where we are now, when I noticed a big blob of string on my right sleeve. When I tried to pick it off, I realized it wasn't a big blob of string at all, but a BIG HUGE spider just sitting on my arm. I heebie-jeebed all over my room because the little sucker wouldn't get off my arm. Its shape was like a black widow, but it was solid white. And huge. And on my arm. *shivers*
2) Our hotel in Jackson is guh-ross. It's too late to change rooms so we're toughing it out. The sheets and towels look clean but YUCK! The place looked really nice online but I think they used a photo from a different hotel. *gag*

I went to the salon and let my beautician dye my hair red. Dark red. I actually like it, but it's dark, and red. And dark. It's going to take getting use to, that's fo' sho. I'm really pale though. LOL I need a tan in the worst way.

Cain plays ball tomorrow at 1. We're excited and hope he DOES get to see some playing time. We can't wait.

And Trion beat LaFayette. WOO HOO!

Night. :)

4 comments:

Chas said...

I hope your trip gets better!
Have a nice weekend!
((hugs))
Love,
Chas

Liasonfan said...

I didn't get to see ya'll when you dropped off Lucy at moms but I can't wait to see your new 'do'...

Hope Cain gets to play today!

Anonymous said...

It will get lighter. I have highlights added to my red color. I bet you look hot!!!

Dawnia said...

I hate those little buggers. Too many legs, too many eyes....

As for your hair... I'm excited to see it. I'm an all natural gal, but I love red hair. I might find yours inspiring...

AND I got your text about Cain! Tackles! Playing! Winning! Hooray. I could give two shits about football, but I know how exciting this all is for you guys. I was driving when I got your text and literally sent out a yelp and a cheer. I thought ahhh... somewhere, Marshall is telling the story over... and over... and over (and he wouldn't lie to you) and my Rachel is beaming!