Shorn

I got all of my hair cut off tonight.

No, it wasn't a Britney Spears moment... It was more me spending way too much time on my hair in the morning with little return.

I have baby fine hair. Ridiculously fine child-like hair. The longer it gets, the more clumpy and ugly it gets. Do I want sexy, movie star ridiculous hair? Oh yeah...

Can I have it without wearing a wig? Nope...

My former hairdresser was a sweetie. I liked her. But she has been incredibly distracted. Out of the last four haircuts (at $40 a pop plus tip) one was perfect. And when I say perfect, I mean, whoa...

So, I got a coupon e-mailed to me for a 30% discount at an Aveda salon. I took that as a sign from the Hair Gods to go for it.

By the way...why is Aveda certifiation grounds for being so freaking expensive?!

Anyway, I'm freaking out. I want to find some lovely hairdo for our wedding...but...

Healthy Obsessions and Other Things...

Happy Friday, y'all...

Ever so often, I see something material that is amazing and I feel I simply have to have it or some version of it. It's rare, because my taste is eclectic and I am not in the habit of treating myself, but when it happens, my mind starts dissecting it, figuring it out, or watching for it to go on mega sale, or whatever. I feel like if it pushes my skills to learn to make something new, it's a healthy obsession and I should go for it. (You should, too!)

Well, last night on The Fashion Show, Daniella designed the hoodie pictured above. OH. MY. GOODNESS! I instantly began to stalk this hoodie. Whoever wins the fashion competition for the week gets to have a version of their winning item featured for sale in the Bravo TV Shop. So, as soon as I saw Daniella's hoodie, I selfishly started praying to the Fashion Gods for her to win.

She didn't win.

So, now I'm thinking, I really need to sketch this out and I really need to learn to use the sewing machine Mom gave me three years ago and I really need to get her to help me make this freaking hoodie before I loose my mind! Isn't it beautiful?

Mom says, "I'll bet there is a pattern out there for something similar," and I'm doubting it, though a google image search for "elegant hoodie" or "beautiful hoodie" did generate some interesting options. But nothing that compares to the Daniella design...

ANYWAY! Enough of my obsessing for now, since I can't do a thing about it at the moment.

It's Friday, and I'm watching the minutes until I can head to Columbus to see Steinvic. Missing him a lot as we had so much time together over our long weekend...I got spoiled. That makes the days following kind of tough. We don't have big plans for our weekend, but just being in the same place is a treat... we might see a movie.

Visited my Grandma, who was very upbeat and actually liked my hair! (GASP!) It was good to see her doing so well. She'd had a lot of visitors yesterday and while it wears her out, I think it really helps her general outlook.

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand, that's about it! Have a glorious, grand weekend...

More @#!%! Dinosaurs and Crappy Neighbors

I had another Lionel Richie style dream about dinosaurs last night. This time, I was running in a large building, like a corporation, with a group of people. We were being chased by a giant T-Rex. I had the brilliant idea to get the T-Rex to follow us up an escalator, thinking that it would certainly wipe out and not be able to get us.

My plan worked awesome (of course, because by now, I'm becoming a regular dinosaur slayer) except for a little kid came shooting out from the top of the escalator on a mini-motorcycle, through the air, and into the mouth of the very frustrated T-Rex. He landed inside, expertly, and we all stopped being frightened for one moment as we realized that there were all these beautiful Asian folks, perfectly calm, lounging around in the T-Rex's mouth, applauding for the kid on the bike.

That is when I woke up. I woke up realizing that my electric alarm clock hadn't gone off, but my cell phone alarm was zinging away, thank goodness. I didn't dare hit snooze to try to sleep more...the T-Rex times were just too weird.

I think I had the dino-dream because I'm concerned about our "neighbor" situation. The folks next door appear to have bugged out. We have a townhouse with touching walls, so it's pretty obvious when people are home and these folks haven't been home for weeks. Perhaps they've hitchhiked to Hollywood or another sparkly town with a great variety of opportunities. I haven't written about it here, but whoever was living next door...well, we just don't know. Long story short, we think that the owner was subletting to strippers with many, many children...children who were unsupervised.

Note: If the women weren't strippers, they like to shop where strippers shop, and that is fine, but please look after your children. And yeah, I called children's' services once, because I was just so worried...I hate to be a nosey neighbor, but I would hate even more to know that I could have helped a kid who got hurt/was neglected/was abused.

Anyway, a few weeks ago, all noise (and this includes 2:00 a.m. front door bangings) ceased at the House of Sin and a mattress appeared on their back patio. After all, a mattress is THE perfect patio accessory, right? I notified our lovely HOA about the sexay mattress outside and they just removed it yesterday, after two-and-a-half weeks.

But when I got home last night, I saw something out of the corner of my eye. A pillow stuffed into the window well that leads to the basement. On closer look, the basement window was either open or broken out. So, I dialed the non-emergency police number. They said they'd send someone and that the reporting officer would come by to let me know what was up. I saw a cop car out there, but didn't hear them knock on the door next door. They also didn't knock on our door. It's like...they pulled up, then left. Thank you, Police Department!

I've got a call into the HOA this morning. I don't want to be a pain or paranoid, but...if there are crackheads using the abandoned basement next door, I don't want them setting fire to the building, jumping me for pocket change, or leaving more bedroom furniture on the outside of the house. I'm alone during the week and that can be scary. This house next door business has gotta stop. So...I'll keep you (all two of you) posted.

On another topic, the hair? Just fine. It's short, but the consensus is that it's a great improvement. From my perspective, it now takes less than 10 minutes to do my hair. And I'm cool with that!

Time for a Giggle or Ten...

I've had a long day. I'm not complaining...just a lot of work and editing and writing. Since my "To Do" list is now shorter than my "Done," let's take a moment to slack off. ( I said SLACK! Geez...)

I have a fabulous childhood friend, J, (who, by the way, is one of like...two readers here, I think. Hi, J!) who has thanked me a bunch of times for turning her on to Cake Wrecks. Yeah, it's in my favorite things link area over there on the right, but if you haven't checked it out yet, please do. This is the entry that I saw almost a year ago that made me laugh so hard, I cried. I love that. There is nothing like it and there is nothing like dragging someone into your giggle-misery. I showed it to two other people here that had the same reaction. Extra funny to me because I had just worked on a project about this very topic.

And I mentioned Awkward Family Photos a few weeks back, but this and this had me chuckling to myself (and adding to the nasty rumor here that I'm insane. Whatever.)

The customer comments for this are excellent. (Steinvic, don't worry...I ordered one for you and hopefully, it will arrive before our travels this weekend. Whoo hoo! Par-tay!)

Okay...that is all the time I have for the sillies right now. I have to leave for my hair cut in a half hour, so please, send me good hair vibes. I'm terrified!