Okay, last time I blogged, I was in medical appointment and DMV hell.  Results:  I passed my DMV test (yay) and came through all of my other tests with flying colors (bigger YAY!).  It looks like my skin cancer has decided to not come back.  I have five more horrible looking tags (one on my neck, shoulder, left chest area, and one each on my calves).  They're healing better than the last round, so hopefully the scars won't be bad.  I'm running out of skin to test!

I got my new drivers license from the DMV almost exactly two weeks after I took and passed the test.  Where was I day before yesterday?  At a different DMV taking a new photo.  The one I took in Pasadena made me look like a member of the Manson Family.  I was trying not to sneeze and my eyes were all bugged out and it was super-close up.  Everyone at the DMV who saw it laughed at me.  And the thing is, I HAD to show it to them or they weren't going to let me take a new picture.  If I would have asked for a new one, they would have just sent me the same thing in the mail and I would have had to pay $25 for the privilege.  I was NOT going to live with that picture for five years!  I told the gal who took my photo that she could do anything she wanted with my picture, as long as she didn't make me look like THAT (holding up the new license).  She laughed (of course) and said "Why is it so close up?".  She took two, I guess I was looking too "high" in the first one (not sure if she meant high as in up a level or high as in stoned).  I don't care how it turns out, it has to be better than the one they sent me.

I had both an eye appointment and a hair appointment yesterday.  Eye appointment went fine.  I came home with two new sets of contacts to try.  He did all sorts of tests, so I couldn't really see when I left.  Luckily, no traffic on the way home!  I got home well before I'd planned to, so I asked if they could bump my appointment up a few hours.  I got over there and promptly spilled water all over the floor and knocked into the table with all the magazines on it.  I wouldn't let them clean up my mess, so there I was, on my hands and knees mopping up water, apologizing.  It sounded like a lame lie when I told them I couldn't see.  When I showed them my eyes, they said I was lying and was, in reality, high (they were joking).  After we got all that squared away, I went to the chair to consult with my stylist (sounds so posh!).  I probably shouldn't have appointments when it's hot outside.  She had two photos for me of ideas she had for a cut.  I told her "Fine, they look good.  Just make sure I can put my hair back in a ponytail when it gets really hot".  "Are you sure?  This is a lot of length to cut off".  "Go ahead, if I don't like it, it will grow back".  She cut off FIVE, almost SIX inches!!!!!!!!!!!!  It looks fine, but it's weird not to have hair past my shoulders anymore.  I guess I got my money's worth!

Gotham's face cancer flared-up one month early.  I have to take him into the vet tomorrow morning at 9am.  More vet bills!  yay!  Who needs to eat anyway?  I was starting to put on weight and could use a break from all those calories.  Dumb cat didn't even get me a Mother's Day card and I'm always spending money to keep him healthy.  BAH.

Because I'm broke, I'll be spending the weekend at home doing laundry, cleaning and other chores.  I had a gift certificate for Amazon, so I bought Season Two of the Rockford Files and it should be arriving today.  It will be me, Jim Rockford and Gotham all weekend.  If I'm honest, I can't say I'm too thrilled.

Happy 56th Birthday to Midnight Oil Guitarist Jim Mojinie!  I'm listening to the Oils as I type this!  They're a big part of the soundtrack to all my memories.  Many happy returns!