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Here Comes February (already??)

~ JodiLea

February 1st is National Wear Red Day.

I miss this every year because I don’t remember until I switch my calendar over to February, and by then I’m already dressed and at work. I hate it when things fall on the first day of the month.  Thank goodness Groundhog’s Day is on the 2nd. I really hate to miss that one.
This is why I am trying to spread the word now. So people can “get their red on” and support the awareness campaign about heart disease in women. And since we are on the topic of February, Actually I am discussing the topic and you are reading it – which is really cool!  But I digress…

Aside from the 1st & 2nd, other important observances for February are:

Other things in February you should know about:

Feb 11th – 17th: National Random Acts of Kindness Week.

Feb 14th: National Condom Awareness Day. Are we supposed to send out condoms instead of romantic heart covered cards & candy now?   I feel a rant coming on…

Feb 22nd: World Thinking Day. (Girl Scouts)

Feb 24th – Mar 2nd: National Eating Disorder Awareness Week.

OK, so now you know to wear red on Friday, February 1st. My mission is accomplished 🙂

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For a more complete listing go to: National Wellness Institute

Never Let A Man Pick Out Your Vacuum Cleaner-Part 2

~ JodiLea ~ 1 Comment

When I calmed down about Big Yellow, it occurred to me that the user manual might help.  I’m a technician for heaven’s sake, maybe I can fix this evil thing.

Sure enough, there were suggestions for what to do if the vacuum is hard to push. Check the  brush roller, and belt for signs of wear. Replace the worn parts.

All-righty then…

In order to do this, one has to remove the entire bottom plate of said vacuum. I find my Phillips screw driver, and remove the screws holding the plate on. When I remove the plate, a bunch of dusty dirt poofs out all over me and the floor.  And there was this black sooty looking crap everywhere. How about that? Men had been vacuuming my house! The evidence was right in my face. Literally.

The sooty crap was coming off the worn and disintegrating belt. I had a another belt in the cupboard. After attaching  the new belt, and syncing it with the roller (which looked pretty worn also), I cleaned up the bottom plate and screwed it back on.

Wah-Lah!!

The test drive was disappointing. Big Yellow seemed a teeny bit easier to push, but he still was too much for me. I got on-line and ordered a replacement belt and a new roller. When it arrives I will install it and then we will see if Big Yellow can stay here or not.

Good grief! I have taken apart a machine, fixed one thing and ordered parts for it. Man  kind of stuff.  Have I begun to turn into a man?   [Hubby is not going to like this at all…]

Oh wait! – I just remembered that I read the manual while  fixing Big Yellow, therefore, I am nowhere near becoming a man.

Whew!!

The New Do

~ JodiLea ~ 3 Comments

Thank goodness that the wild child showed up at the hair appointment scheduled by the subdued professional woman. Normally, that would be a scary bad thing, but today it gave me the guts to tell Tina, my talented hair-stylist, that I “really needed  a change, so let’s do it!”. She asked me if I was really sure two more times. Then she began to work her magic…

As we chatted about work, her love life, and our granddaughters, hair was falling all around me. On the floor, into my lap, and even my purse. I always forget to calculate the radius of the hair zone when I stash it. Tina is not very neat when she cuts hair. Creative genius rarely is.

I keep my eyes closed to keep the hairs hitting my face out of my eyes. When she was finished, I took a deep breath and looked in the mirror for the first time. All I could think of was “WOW” Cinderella must have felt like this when her fairy godmother waved her wand and poof!, she was ready to go to the Ball.

Mama's New Do .Even though I had no Ball to go to, I rushed home and put on make-up. Just to go to the grocery store. The clerk told me she loved my hair, both the style and the color. Now I had a third-party confirmation that my hair was no  longer an eye-sore.

I can’t make my ‘do look as gorgeous as it does now.  I do not have one ounce of Tina’s hair Mo-Jo. I will do my best Monday morning to coerce my hair into submission, like Tina did, using a blow-dryer, puffs of hairspray and the curling iron. Then more spray, plus tugging and fluffing. And finally, a lot more spray to finish it off. 

I won’t have time to practice enough to get good at it, anyway.  Tuesday night my hubby returns and will probably shoot me.

And not with the camera.