Eyeballing Scissors

You know, I don't know how many of the posts survived the switch some months back, so I'm not sure, from a scientific perspective, how well documented the relationship is between my mood and my tendency to hack my hair off, but I'm pretty sure my readers have walked that particular path to madness with me countless times over the years.  So here I sit, once again looking at the scissors on my counter with a moderate amount of lust in my heart.  The last haircut I got from a professional (and I use the term loosely) did NOT end well.  So now as it's growing out, it's... problematic.  This, needless to say, brings on the twitching and mumbling and inching towards the scissors.  Now, even if the urge were to amp up to, say, Defcon 5, I'd still have to bear in mind that I know a certain someone (well, several, but one in particular) that would probably fall over and hemmorhage on the spot if I cut my curls off.  The funny thing is, I've made it 39 years (Jesus, just writing that was painful) with only one person ever giving a shit about my curls, and suddenly?  In the past 8 months or so, I've met a number of them.  It's baffling.  Lovely, but baffling.  It's like waking up one day and finding your cat emptying the dishwasher.  Bonus!  But slightly off the weirdometer.  (Not to mention... do you know where those paws have been?  I do, and... ewwwwwww.  Off my plates!)

Anyhoo.  Today is a busy day.  I get to meet with my realtor and bitch about my builder (I'll write more on that in a couple of days when the Thanksgiving insanity passes), take my mother (let's not go there) to Wal-Mart (let's not go there, either... God help me), drive to Arkansas and back (picking up moody teenager type offspring), etc.  Tomorrow I drive to Kansas City and back... more festivity!  Six hours plus of driving, all told.  But I'll get to see Mark, and Daddy, so it'll be worth it.  I'll also get to eat at the El Sombrero (we won't tell either of the two aforementioned men that that's REALLY why I'm going to Kansas City.... shhhhhhhhhh!  WHAT?!?!?!?)  and maybe slip in some shopping along the way.  Woohoo @ the Plaza!  If you smell smoke sometime tomorrow afternoon, it may well be my credit cards...

Not my most fabulous update ever, but at least y'all now know I'm a) still alive (always a concern... my love of shiny objects and the presence of fast-moving buses being what it is), and b) I'm finally taking seriously my attempt to be more frequent in my postings.  So see?  I'm full of love!  And responsibility!  And determination!

And shit...

Comments

[Auburn]

OKAY...I've waited as long as I could...I was sure someone else would chime in and stop you by now. Personally, I believe when the scissors speak, it's time to listen. It's a sign YOU are unhappy with your hair. THUS maybe it's time for a change given the fact you are the one spending good quality time with your hair 20+ hours on any given day, not to mention even though my hair is long(er) because I look like a 13 year old boy with short hair, I live vicariously through those I envy who can get away with wearing those FABULOUS / BITCHY LITTLE short cuts...I say go for it if it's what you and the curls want while there's no one saying you "can't" cut it or certain favorite things may dissappear like your hair did...did I say that out loud?

[Somesibling Orother]

I was so hoping for a twist on the ol' "take my mother... please." :-)

Good to see you posting. I'd read the short "went to see Paranormal" post but had somehow missed the follow-up. I'm caught up now.

[Nyt]

Catch me up on your life...please! I miss you!

Happy Thanksgiving!
Happy Holidays!

[Nola]

Auburn... I'm thus far winning the battle with my urge to cut my hair off. I make no promises as to how long this will last, but I do appreciate you thinking I can get away with the scalped look. *laughs* If I go nuts with the scissors, I'll know who to point at and blame. :D

Ohsiblingofmine... glad you're caught up. I'm doing my best to be a bit better on the posting issue. It's still not up to old standards of every-other-day, but it's way better than it was. Always a work in progress, eh?

Nyt... I miss you, too, and hope you had a wonderful turkey day. I'll try and sit and write you soon. You and Auburn both, actually. I know, I know... I'm the shittiest correspondent EVER.