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Yesterday one of our neighbors invited us over for Memorial Day. She's incredibly southern, and her husband is incredibly British (and a bit odd). It's an odd mix, but it works.
For some reason, we got separated into "boys" and "girls." There were four "girls," including an 83-year-old woman, our host, and my next door neighbor. Out of the three, my favorite was our neighbor, Gloria.
Her house is a bit odd-- it's sort of a purple color. When I brought it up, Gloria told me she didn't really like the color, but she loves every thing else about the house. I don't like the color either. She majored in English in college, loves to read, drinks coffee every morning, and watches a lot of movies. Even though she's substantially older than I am, she is very cool.
We also talked about her sons. Apparently, they are as different as night and day, but are very close. Except for when they spend a lot of time together-- then they act like they're 10 and 13 again. Sounds familiar to me.
I woke up around 9 am today and was surprised to see my brother's door open and bed empty, considering the fact that he woke up at about 3 pm yesterday. Since he was gone and my dad had errands to do, I decided today would be a good day for a haircut.
I went to a salon in New Braunfels that I found online. It's situated in an old house-- very hippie-ish. However, the woman inside told me that they were completely booked until the 16th as there are only two hairstylists there. She recommended a new salon nearby.
The other salon I went to was also set up in an old house, but compared to the other house, very modernly decorated. The owner of the salon started cutting my hair, and we began talking. She asked me what I was going to be doing this summer, and when I told her that I was trying to find a job, she offered me one. I will (hopefully) be working as a receptionist; answering the phone, scheduling appointments, taking care of customers when they come in, sweeping up, folding towels, etc. It sounds like fun.
The guy who works here (Crosswalk Cafe/On the Plaza) reminds me of Haley's husband Daniel. Really. Which is kinda bad because I was staring at him to figure out how much he looked like Daniel, and he saw. Oops.
Anyway, my hair is cute. I'm going to finish my sandwich now.
<3 Becca
For some reason, we got separated into "boys" and "girls." There were four "girls," including an 83-year-old woman, our host, and my next door neighbor. Out of the three, my favorite was our neighbor, Gloria.
Her house is a bit odd-- it's sort of a purple color. When I brought it up, Gloria told me she didn't really like the color, but she loves every thing else about the house. I don't like the color either. She majored in English in college, loves to read, drinks coffee every morning, and watches a lot of movies. Even though she's substantially older than I am, she is very cool.
We also talked about her sons. Apparently, they are as different as night and day, but are very close. Except for when they spend a lot of time together-- then they act like they're 10 and 13 again. Sounds familiar to me.
I woke up around 9 am today and was surprised to see my brother's door open and bed empty, considering the fact that he woke up at about 3 pm yesterday. Since he was gone and my dad had errands to do, I decided today would be a good day for a haircut.
I went to a salon in New Braunfels that I found online. It's situated in an old house-- very hippie-ish. However, the woman inside told me that they were completely booked until the 16th as there are only two hairstylists there. She recommended a new salon nearby.
The other salon I went to was also set up in an old house, but compared to the other house, very modernly decorated. The owner of the salon started cutting my hair, and we began talking. She asked me what I was going to be doing this summer, and when I told her that I was trying to find a job, she offered me one. I will (hopefully) be working as a receptionist; answering the phone, scheduling appointments, taking care of customers when they come in, sweeping up, folding towels, etc. It sounds like fun.
The guy who works here (Crosswalk Cafe/On the Plaza) reminds me of Haley's husband Daniel. Really. Which is kinda bad because I was staring at him to figure out how much he looked like Daniel, and he saw. Oops.
Anyway, my hair is cute. I'm going to finish my sandwich now.
<3 Becca