January 26, 27 & 28, 2009

Monday 26~~~~We had our friend Gary come over for breakfast this morning before we left for El Centro, California. We had a great time with him driving us all over sight seeing, he lives in Carlsbad, California and knows the area real well. We arrived in El Centro about 3:00 PM, we called our friends John and Linda from Oregon who are staying here also. We picked them up and we went out for dinner at Applebee's coming back to our place to play a couple of card games of Spite and Malice. Sharon won the first game and Kent the second, we always have fun playing this game together. Tuesday 27~~
We went to the post office to pick up our mail and Sharon's Prescription which was supposed to be forwarded here from Santa Barbara. They had no package for us, so now we are back to square one with trying to find it again. After several long phone calls to the different post offices, Kent was totally frustrated and a little short with the man on the other end, he told Kent he needed to act professional if he was going to help him. He was no help, so Sharon decided Kent needed a break from it all and she made a phone call to Santa Barbara Post Office and we found out there are 4 post offices who do the General Delivery there. Kent had asked if there was more than one office that our package could be at and they had told him no. Sharon happened to get lucky and call the one where the package was at and they are going to forward it to El Centro and we will have to go back for it. She said the confusion was because they are a little behind with Christmas mail??? DUH!!! After all this, we went to a Beauty salon the lady in the campground recommended. Three girls work there and two were working today. Both girls cut hair for the campground, so they didn't know who I was talking about, so I picked one . Big mistake, I picked the wrong one, I had a 50% chance of getting the good one and I got the not so good one. (I remembered to ask who was in the middle chair) there were 4 chairs so you couldn't tell which one was the middle one.) The girl doing my haircut wasn't her. She finished the cut and was styling it, of course she had me turned away from the mirror, I looked at Kent and he said are you sure you want to wear your hair that way! She turned me around and I about flipped, I told her I could not leave looking like that. She kept telling me all the reasons it looked that way and it was what I wanted. The other operator told her to cut it with a 90 degree angle in back to shorten it and get rid of all the pieces sticking out. She told her that is what she did. the other girl said, NO, you are doing a 45 degree angle. She showed her how and she still insisted it couldn't be done and thinning shears break off the hair and a razor is never used on fine hair like mine. By now I was totally frustrated and looking at Kent's face I knew he agreed with me. He tried to make matters better by asking if retired stylists were hard to do. When she knew I was a stylist she tried harder, but I said to the other girl, Can You fix it for me PLEASE!!!! I could see the look on her face that she knew it was bad and I think she was happy to fix it for me..She did a pretty good job fixing such a mess, without insulting the other operator by doing the whole head. She wouldn't take any money, so I gave her a nice tip and paid the other girl what she asked for a haircut plus a small tip. So this day will be referred to as the hair cut from hell. No I am not sending a picture of the haircut!!!! The only picture we took is a picture of Pepsi on his favorite place in the morning if the door isn't open, looking out the bathroom window.