Do you know the answer to the Ultimate Question of Life, the Universe, and Everything? If so, you know how old I turned today. Tonight PDM and I will enjoy a fine steak dinner. I might even get mine with a lobster tail on top as a birthday splurge!
And by popular request: Some of you asked to see an “after” photo of me since the Big Chop for Locks of Love. I posted one here.
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Thursday, May 29, 2008
Thursday, May 22, 2008
Hair today...
...donation tomorrow!
I am donating my 11" ponytail to Locks of Love. Now if I could just figure out how to make what's left not look so choppy and weird... I'm hoping it is just hair shock and will settle down in a few days. It feels strange and will take some getting used to.
I am donating my 11" ponytail to Locks of Love. Now if I could just figure out how to make what's left not look so choppy and weird... I'm hoping it is just hair shock and will settle down in a few days. It feels strange and will take some getting used to.
Saturday, December 15, 2007
Seven
I've been tagged by Jeni to list seven things about me. Err, thanks, I think.
1. I procrastinate. A lot. In fact, half of the stuff I listed last December is still not done. I knocked out one of them just today (local cell phone number, a mere 3.5 years after moving). Another one (the window treatments for the not-so-new house) was completed just a few weeks ago. That is the way it works. Nothing happens for months (or years), and then all of a sudden I decide to "just do it" and have a spurt of productivity.
2. Back in 1984, during my first quarter in college, the only "A" I got was in Marching Band. Lets just say high school was way too easy for me and I had NO IDEA how to study, and not much inclination to do so because I was busy having fun. It got better as time went on.
3. When I went back to Tech in 2004 to work on a second MS degree, I didn't get any final grades less than an "A". Older + wiser + genuinely interested + good work ethic = CURVEBUSTER!
4. I lived in Massachusetts for over twelve years, but never went to a Red Sox game. Meant to. Procrastinated... At least I got to see a Celtics game in the old Boston Garden.
5. When I was a kid, I wanted to be an astronaut. Things didn't quite work out that way, but space travel isn't exactly the way I had imagined it either. The food and sanitary facilities are far superior in my current occupation.
6. I've been debt free (except mortgage) since 2003. Love it! My best advice is to not get into debt in the first place. It was hard to get out of. But doable. If you don't know how to do it, this book will show you the way.
7. I've been growing my hair out so that I can donate it to Locks of Love. I started well over a year ago, and my hair is about as long as it has ever been in my adult life. It will take another six months to a year before I have the minimum 10" ponytail that they ask for and still have enough hair left for me to not freak out.
1. I procrastinate. A lot. In fact, half of the stuff I listed last December is still not done. I knocked out one of them just today (local cell phone number, a mere 3.5 years after moving). Another one (the window treatments for the not-so-new house) was completed just a few weeks ago. That is the way it works. Nothing happens for months (or years), and then all of a sudden I decide to "just do it" and have a spurt of productivity.
2. Back in 1984, during my first quarter in college, the only "A" I got was in Marching Band. Lets just say high school was way too easy for me and I had NO IDEA how to study, and not much inclination to do so because I was busy having fun. It got better as time went on.
3. When I went back to Tech in 2004 to work on a second MS degree, I didn't get any final grades less than an "A". Older + wiser + genuinely interested + good work ethic = CURVEBUSTER!
4. I lived in Massachusetts for over twelve years, but never went to a Red Sox game. Meant to. Procrastinated... At least I got to see a Celtics game in the old Boston Garden.
5. When I was a kid, I wanted to be an astronaut. Things didn't quite work out that way, but space travel isn't exactly the way I had imagined it either. The food and sanitary facilities are far superior in my current occupation.
6. I've been debt free (except mortgage) since 2003. Love it! My best advice is to not get into debt in the first place. It was hard to get out of. But doable. If you don't know how to do it, this book will show you the way.
7. I've been growing my hair out so that I can donate it to Locks of Love. I started well over a year ago, and my hair is about as long as it has ever been in my adult life. It will take another six months to a year before I have the minimum 10" ponytail that they ask for and still have enough hair left for me to not freak out.
Monday, May 21, 2007
Be My Monkey
I spent some time outside when I got home from work today. As usual, it was a pretty day, and I like to putz around in the yard, just doing whatever. Zima put on quite the show in the catnip patch (pictures to be posted later!), so I ended up watching her roll around in a catnip-induced haze of bliss. I got back into the house and started on the newspaper, then fired up the laptop to catch up on the internet. A few times I think I feel something in my hair, but I had it pulled back in a ponytail today and figured that was causing the unusual feeling. I reached up and didn't feel anything alarming, so I put it out of my mind.
Fast forward to an hour or so later, as PDM and I are on our way to get supper. I'm driving and we're almost at the pub when once again, I feel something weird in my hair. And it feels like it's moving. Only this time, I see the top of my head in the rear view mirror (yes, I was driving), and it is a BUG!! I mildly flip out trying to get it the hell out of my hair. Yes, while I was driving. It was a hairy couple of seconds, pun intended. I think I got it out with my wild gesticulating, but I was not sure, and this made me nervous.
"PDM," I say, "you've got to look and see if I got that bug out as soon as we get there."
"What? Like a monkey?" He replies, mimicking the monkey act of picking bugs out of another monkey's fur and eating them. (Ha, ha. He's funny like that.)
"Yes," I tell him. "I'm asking you to be my monkey." I have a straight face, and I am going to hold him to it.
He didn't find any bugs. We had a nice dinner, and got home in plenty of time to watch the season finale of Heroes: "How To Stop An Exploding Man. (Which was AWESOME and we loved it! There is something worse than Sylar - holy cow!!! And Peter and Nathan.... oh noooooooo.) But anyway. I wish I knew how to stop my skin from crawling. A bug - ick! And even worse, that little sucker hitched a ride in there for over an hour. Double ick!!
And this means that there is a hair-infesting bug in my car. This is a problem. Crap!
Fast forward to an hour or so later, as PDM and I are on our way to get supper. I'm driving and we're almost at the pub when once again, I feel something weird in my hair. And it feels like it's moving. Only this time, I see the top of my head in the rear view mirror (yes, I was driving), and it is a BUG!! I mildly flip out trying to get it the hell out of my hair. Yes, while I was driving. It was a hairy couple of seconds, pun intended. I think I got it out with my wild gesticulating, but I was not sure, and this made me nervous.
"PDM," I say, "you've got to look and see if I got that bug out as soon as we get there."
"What? Like a monkey?" He replies, mimicking the monkey act of picking bugs out of another monkey's fur and eating them. (Ha, ha. He's funny like that.)
"Yes," I tell him. "I'm asking you to be my monkey." I have a straight face, and I am going to hold him to it.
He didn't find any bugs. We had a nice dinner, and got home in plenty of time to watch the season finale of Heroes: "How To Stop An Exploding Man. (Which was AWESOME and we loved it! There is something worse than Sylar - holy cow!!! And Peter and Nathan.... oh noooooooo.) But anyway. I wish I knew how to stop my skin from crawling. A bug - ick! And even worse, that little sucker hitched a ride in there for over an hour. Double ick!!
And this means that there is a hair-infesting bug in my car. This is a problem. Crap!
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