Being Thankful

It does not always have to be the big and dazzling things in life that make one thankful. Just yesterday while in Toronto Ron and I had to put in some time while waiting for an item we ordered. We decided to go visit one of the Asian grocery stores, just to be inquisitive. The grocery carts used for the store needed a coin to unlock it. I had change but the required amount was a loonie.Ron and I were just deciding who was going to go into the store and wait to see if a cashier would give us change when a young lady walked up to us and gave us the dollar and with a big smile said, “here have a great day.” I was surprised and very graciously accepted. She was gone so fast that our chances of finding her were nil. I know she would not be reading my Facebook or reading my word press but I still would like everyone to know there are kind, caring people out there and I had the honour of meeting one yesterday. When we left the store we passed the cart- paid for on to someone else. So who ever you are thank you again.

The next piece of news I have to share is very exciting and almost two and a half years in the making. I am so pleased to announce the fact I have finally published my new book. The sequel to ‘A Hairdresser’s Diary’ is ‘A Hairdresser’s Diary: Scissors Retired’ https://www.createspace.com/5783094

I have so many people to be thankful to. If not for so many I would have no stories to write about. I could not have done it alone. So if you have a moment please check it out. You may just find that you are right there in print. Right now my book can only been purchased or viewed at the link above but in a couple days it will be on Amazon and Kindle. Thank you all.

Writing about chronic pain

Hi all I am asking for your help. I am starting on my new book and it will be about chronic pain and how to handle or deal with it. My question to you all is, how interested would anyone be on the way (bad or good) that doctors handle us who suffer? i do not want to include information that might offend others. I have many horror stories but also some happy ones. Please let me know your feelings on this.

Thank you all.

That which does not kill me makes me stronger.

That which does not kill me makes me stronger.

Well here I am back in business and on the ball again. It has been a very long and painful five weeks. Just minutes before my radio interview with Sherri http://www.blogtalkradio.com/rithebard/2013/02/26/chatting-with-sherri  I felt a pain in my left knee. I mentioned to Sherri and she wanted to know if I wanted to cancel the show.”Hell no! ” was my response. Once the interview was over I tried to stand up from my sitting position and my knee popped and snapped. From that moment until now I have been hospitalized, bedridden, had surgery and now am on the mend. I was so scared as I was unable to walk or stand. I went through so many physical, emotional and mental transformations. Once again thanks to prayers from my friends and family God has decided I should be here to annoy you all for while still.

    I know I have just repeated myself here but there is a reason for my doing so. I am trying to make a point. There are so many of us with chronic pain, who on a daily basis have to live with what has been dealt to us. Then there are the surprise attacks on our bodies.  

      Does the fact that we have to live with pain on a daily basis make these extras more tolerable?

      Does anyone feel we are like the sore toe, when it is hurt we continuously bang it?

      Do you feel like others expect you to be stronger no matter what happens?

      There is a saying, God only puts on your plate what He knows you can eat. Well I think for some of us it feels like we are being served a buffet. I once had a friend tell me I had to learn to be grateful for the lessons God was was trying to teach me. It was during this conversation that I found out from her that she had never had a sick day in her life, let alone over 30 surgeries and two battles with cancer. When I told her that next time God wanted to add some more to my plate, I was going to tell Him I knew someone whose plate had ALWAYS been empty, and then I pointed at her. She called me a blasphemer and left my house in a huff. I am sure God was having a giggle over that one. 

      It is easy for those who have never suffered to be judgmental and unfeeling.

Testimonials from Amazon – A Hairdresser’s Diary

Just read for the second time and it was even better! A must read by everyone that enjoys a laugh and a tear!
I can relate to so many stories in this book all hairstylist must read this book pure passion for the business
WOW Chris! When I went into fb and saw there was a suggested friend for me named ‘Christine Hannon’ I figured maybe it was the younger one…but NO it was YOU!! YAY! Then to find out you had written a book about your life and tales of hairdressing..some of which I had heard first hand from you a ‘few’ years ago as we sat having tea as friends or as I or my daughters Donna or Mindy sat having our hair done by you. In fact if I remember correctly my oldest daughter Donna was going through something at one time and you wrote a little poem for her. Now back to your book…so on May 6th I bought your book for my Kindle Fire and on May 7th @ around 11:45pm I finally could put it down…FINISHED! You see sometimes reading a book is easy and refreshing, like ice cream on a hot summer day. Compulsive and addictive, like a drug you just can’t get enough of..and these I found in reading Chris’s Memoirs. I cringed and cried at the life she lived as a child growing up but I first handed lay KNOW and have SEEN the BEAUTIFUL woman inside AND out that Chris has become due to the trials and tribulations she has gone through, and when Chris tells us she’s a ‘Chatty Cathy’ please BELIEVE it!! She is, but in the most awesome way! Thank you Chris for this awesome read! I CANNOT WAIT for the sequel
Lovingly Always
Debi xox
This book is a heartbreaking and beautiful story of Christine Hannons’ life as a stylist.
I couldn’t put this book down once I started it.
A great incite in what hairdresser’s go through. It gave a great incite to her life experiences. I highly recommend this book.
Christine Hannon’s story, A Hairdresser’s Diary, carries you on a journey from a life where she longs to be loved to one where she is not only loved but adored. It embraces accomplishment of her dream only to see it shattered most unexpectedly.
The hairdresser is more than a connoisseur of tresses: She is a confidant, psychologist and friend loved by most, revered by those closest to her and envied by no one. For Christine, hers is a story of immense gratitude even in the face of adversity.
You will find yourself at the intersection of many life-changing events where you will want to reach out to her, share in the moment, and lend a helping hand when so urgently needed. You will laugh at the incredibly funny stories, cry at thoughts of the uncontrollable pain, and share with her the most memorable endeavors.
Step back in time with Christine to an era before modern day technology: an era devoid of today’s amenities we so often take for granted.
To Christine: Your book left me wanting to know what happens next. Will there be a sequel? I certainly hope so for this reader definitely wants to continue along the journey.
Once I started reading A Hairdresser’s Diary I found myself right there with Chris. I was one of her customers, one of her friends and I was the one who wanted to console her during her pain and disrepair. This book is a real “could not put down” kind of story. I felt sad, angry, excitement, pride and accomplishment sometimes all those in one chapter.
A definite must read. you will not be sorry you did. I will now look at MY hairdresser in a whole new light.
This book engaged me from the beginning as Christine describes her difficult childhood. Even though she suffers hardships, many brought on by her family, she goes on to achieve her dream of becoming a hairdresser. The portion of the book in which she describes going to beauty school is fascinating, and she details many trade secrets along the way and lets the reader in on dealing with head lice as well as showing the glamorous side of the profession. As she begins her career she brings in fascinating details about her customers and the new fashion of using the seasons to determine what colors would best suit the customer. In school and on the job, Christine shows her heart as she helps customers with their problems. She relates how she has to adapt to new job situations and to a tragic accident that leaves her in constant pain and unable to pursue her career. Despite the setbacks she’s experienced, Christine’s sense of humor, love of her family and personal courage shine through in the pages of this book. As you read, you’ll not only learn a lot about hairstyling, but about how Christine handles life’s setbacks with determination and grace.
Chris Hannon did a wonderful job with expressing her life & feelings. Such a beautiful, strong & courageous woman. I thoroughly enjoyed reading thls book, from beginning to end. I can’t wait for the sequel…..Wendy Cook, Sydney,Cape Breton, Nova Scotia
Christine’s autobiography so clearly comes from her heart and soul and compels the reader to stay with it to the last word. I enjoyed the tale and wanted to hug her throughout, but particularly when she was still a toddler and being pushed away from her mother by her mother….how utterly heartless and unfathomable to me, the mother of two children myself, I could never imagine treating them thusly. She had the stalwart fortitude to stand up straight as her beloved Grandmother decreed and march forward under her own strength alone….well done you!!
I feel sure you have raised your children with love you missed all those years.
This is a must read story for anyone who thinks a bad life of downs holds you back. This story is so unbelievable you won’t be able to put it down. It keeps you wondering what will happen next in this woman’s life when she is down in luck but yet pulls herself back up and keeps on going forward to her dream and then… A must read can’t give it all away! Pick up your copy today you won’t regret reading this amazing story.
Christine Harmon’s journey from childhood to emancipated adult as chronicled by her diary is an interesting read and worth taking the trip with her. Despite the terrible cruelty of her mother and step-family she proves what grit and determination can do. She never gave up on her dream of becoming a hair stylist – from dolls to real people. She found strength in writing poetry and drawing along the way as well as writing in her diary. Against all odds and with help from unexpected sources she obtains not only her dreamed-of career, but love, marriage and a family of her very own. She held my attention despite the fact that I personally have never been interested in the “beauty” business.
Inspirational story of how dreams can become reality and struggles become blessings. I was unable to put this book down. The writing is refreshing and down to earth.
I found your story very interesting. I kept getting caught up in the story and having to backtrack to edit the section I just read. And the ending left me wanting to know more. Your story is so inspiring, especially that you maintain such a “can do”, positive attitude in sprite of all that has been thrown your way.

side from your life story, which was gripping, the view it gave of the changes in salon services (and clientele) over the decades was interesting from a historical perspective.
I remember the days of setting lotion and curlers, and ladies going out with their hair in curlers. I remember the shift to tousled, “natural” looks. I remember when the color seasons swept through America (I am a winter who always thought I was a fall-switching my color palette made a tremendous difference). It was fascinating to hear about all that change from the perspective of a stylist.
I wish you all blessings and joy. I hope that others can read your story and be touched by it as well.

My mornings, my pain

  1. triangle-of-nature

This morning before I got out of bed I found myself making a wish. Nothing new about this wish but I was hoping this time it would come true. I was wishing for a pain free day. Well it is half way through the day now and I am still waiting for that wish to come true. Maybe I would be more successful if I wished for riches.

This is not an unusual wish the world is full of wishes just like mine. If I could find a Pain Fairy like the Tooth Fairy I would be a millionaire. When asked, most times I tell those who ask that I am not a morning person when in reality I couldn’t be if I wanted. The body and joints just won’t allow it. This is frustrating and depressing.

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Tidbits from A Hairdresser’s Diary /Scissors Retired

Now we were into early 1974. Four more years had passed and there were even more dramatic changes in our lives. We had happily reunited with my Baba and Guido only to have Guido pass away just a few weeks before our son Douglas Ronald was born. I also had a second chance to get to know my father. I must say I had a burning curiosity to see him again. I was not sure if it was to confront him or forgive him. Maybe a little of  both. I was biding my time until I was comfortable about asking Baba how I could get in touch with him. Once reunited, our visits were sporadic but we were trying to get to know each other. I was looking forward to having our kids and Ron get to know him as well. This reunion did not sit well with my mother so we didn’t discuss it with her. I had not seen him in 26 years. We had so many years to catch up on. I also had the good fortune of cultivating a good and loving relationship with all the siblings I knew as my brothers and sisters. Now we were grown and could think for ourselves, we as a family decided to be just that – a family. Nothing pleased me more. We started going to the family Christmas gatherings, something we had not done for many years. This was great for our kids – they now had a very large extended family.

The smartest decision we ever made was to take the four thousand dollar settlement from the accident – not more than an insult for the extreme loss we suffered – and use it as a down payment to build our tiny one floored castle. We could not know how this one important decision would have such a positive impact on our young family. We would no longer look back. We went from Windsor Housing to becoming homeowners. How proud we were of that accomplishment. We would take a horrible experience and make it something special and wonderful – ‘a silk purse out of a sow’s ear’ – or so they say. One of the things that made it so wonderful was we brought our beautiful, seven month preemie, miracle baby boy, Douglas, home to our new home the first week we took possession. We had to leave him in hospital for five heartbreaking, frightening weeks after he was born. He was too tiny, sick and weak from fighting for his life to come home with me. We knew he was our son when he fought and won. Christine was the typical big sister who wanted to be a little mommy and Terry the big brother who wanted to protect his baby brother. The doctor was worried about my health and arranged for a tubal ligation the day after Doug was born. We were concerned another pregnancy might land me up in a wheelchair. God gave us three amazing, caring and loving children who rarely complained when they had to chip in and help. It did not matter if it was helping with Doug, housework or just running errands.

Doug was only a year old when I had to have an emergency hysterectomy. I was shocked but so very thankful that my mother came to the rescue to take care of Christine and Terry. They were old enough to go home with her and they genuinely loved their Nanny. To my delight, my mother and I had found some common ground. I no longer wept for the mother I never had. What she lacked in motherhood she made up for as a sweet, loving grandmother who the kids called, Nanny. She showed her love not just to our children but to the rest of the family as well. She showed no favoritism. We had too much baggage to let bygones be bygones but we could have comfortable and enjoyable visits. I must confess I had painful moments when I caught myself feeling jealous, these thankfully were short-lived and fleeting. It was important to me that our kids had grandparents that I was deprived of. It was obvious she was still oblivious to the bad treatment she bestowed on me. She acted as if it never happened. When I tried to talk about it she would look at me as if I was talking about someone else. I put it aside for our kids’ sakes. Ron didn’t want Doug to be so far away so we had a friend come stay at the house and take care of him for the week I was in hospital. She also helped for the six weeks I needed to recover.

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My story continues

In A Hairdresser’s Diary there are many entries that are hard to read about or understand but to these are the things that lead up to me being the person I am to-day. My strengths and my weaknesses. I want those who think their lives have no meaning to read this and know there is away to live a dream. It does not take money but it is costly.
I pray that just one person will see themselves in me and run with the can.

Being alone is not the end of the world but you can make it feel that way if you do nothing.

If you know anyone who needs a push up and not a push out help them . I promise you will not be sorry.

I saw a movie once called Pay it Forward I feel my life was like this to some extent.

I do not belive that if you come from an abusive family or were abused you will fall into that trap. Yes you have to be more aware but it is not written in stone.

Believe me I know.

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Also a new Poem to day- World Of Darkness

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