Val....um, you with the now brown hair and used to be blue hair...its sounds like you are the only sane one in the group/family...aren't families just so dysfunctionally grand? "As the Brown Haired/Blue Haired Family Turns" or "All my Brown Haired Children".....sorry, I didn't mean to tease.but your blog entry is just too funny.....your family sounds like a hoot and far from dull....but they aren't night owls....boo hoo.....oh well, its not for a long period of time any way.....good luck with the job hunt:) and I hope your brother's split lip is all healed.

You really are funny (and I mean that in a good way.....the whole weekend sounds like a comedy of errors and mayhem....Family Festival gone awry)

I look forward to more of your blog entries....I bet when you do get a job..it will be chosing from a zillion choices and meeting small town characters in the job..to add to an even richer, funnier, more humorous blog and I can't wait to read about it.......any hoo..they each sound cool in their own way.....and given all that how can your Mom complain about blue hair.....too funny indeed:)

You are the best!

Michael

Valerie! I've missed you! What kinda places are you thinking of working? xxx

Since I'm only gonna be here temporarily, I'm not looking for anything too great. Mostly clothing stores, dollar stores, couple gas stations, a few banks. It seems like everywhere I go, my mother knows someone. 'Oh, the person who owns that place was your assistant volleyball coach in 10th grade" or "My friend's sister does the hiring there." I'm so tired of being in the car at this point, because this is two days in a row I've driven to a town about 40 mins away, and tomorrow I have to go back again. Although if I end up working there I guess I better get used to it.

I keep running into people I used to know. You can't go anywhere without recognizing at least one person, and going to Walmart is like a high school reunion or something. In case there was any doubt, I hate it! But money is good, and my parents are definitely less insane than the roommates.

Oh, and my dye job was apparently kinda crappy (I'll blame that on the bf, he did it for me), cause by Saturday I had blue showing through. I just told my mom "Wow, I guess it was some kind of weird reaction from having my hair bleached before" and she totally bought it. Two more boxes of brown later, and I look normal again.

Val

Hi Val

When I got to my uncle's house on Saturday morning, it was about 6:45 am and everyone but my mother was still in bed. (We were planning on leaving the house at about 7:15 to go to some of the festival stuff.) Apparently Friday was my cousin's 21st birthday, and his dad and my brother took him out drinking. For a couple hours all I could get my mom to tell me was "They're lucky no one's in jail" and then my brother staggered out of bed and I noticed he had a split lip. He got into a fight with someone, he thinks, but he can't remember who or why. And at some point he lost my uncle, who finally turned up at home around 4.

Hey I turn 21 next year, hint, hint.

Good luck with the job search.

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