What’s with hair, anyway? I’m at the in-between stage of what to do with my hair. I think I want to grow it out, because I can always go back to short, and now would be better than when I’m 50 — don’t think I can pull it off then.
So do I sit and wait while it slowly grows or do I keep trimming into a style as it grows so I don’t look like a dork in the interum?
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I ache.
I miss my Utah friends.
I do love my new place,
even though there’s still lots to do.
But I miss my Utah friends.
I ache.
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Through linking a few times, I stumbled across this blog post and found it an interesting read.
I can relate to a lot of the points made about personal space and wonder what your thoughts are (that’s an open invitation to leave a thoughtful comment about your experiences).
Although I haven’t analyzed my boundaries as closely as the writer has, I notice there are some people I rarely touch (some of my absolute best friends), others I can’t seem to get enough of (Cjane, but who DOESN’T want to touch her – she’s like Midas), some I cringe to think they’d touch me “hello” and others (they could be strangers I’ve never met or spoken to before) I kiss on the cheek as a greeting like it’s nothing at all. I am much more affectionate with men than women and kids are welcome to smoosh up to me anytime (hopefully when they’re not sticky or messy, hahaha).
It’s kind of like a cat that rubs itself against people they adore, trying to leave their scent, or is it something else entirely? My mom likes to insist she knows the exact reasons why I turned out the way I did based on my youth but is it as easy as that? My answer is no.
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Hereby, I declare that any request to forward mass emails
to exchange recipes, socks, dish towels, etc. will be met
with a quick press of the DELETE button and no further explanation.
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Lisa found these amongst her moving items which brought on the giggles, gfaw’s and gasps. This was five years ago before the Utah move. We wanted pics together at the last minute and ended up with THESE.
Should I explain that Lisa and I are best friends and COMPLETELY heterosexual? I am married to a man, she is single, 30 and looking for a man. Oh, and she’s fabulous with people (am I her pimp all of a sudden? Maybe and that’s okay), kids absolutely adore her (ask mine if you don’t believe me), smart as a whip and funnier than anyone I know. Check out some more pictures I took of her last year wintertime…
She’s got shorter hair now (shoulder-length) because she donated to Locks of Love (again, this wasn’t her first time) but still has those yummy, perfect-not-too-tight dark curls and is finally out of her adult braces YAY!
Sure our hair styles and extra insulation (if you know what I mean) were laughable but POSING TOGETHER LIKE THAT… WHAT WERE WE THINKING?!? Seriously. Weird. I don’t mind the floating-head-totem-pole one but the laying down one… YIKES!
Q: What embarrassing pictures will YOU post of YOURSELF?!?
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When it’s chilly, and you can’t get your thermostat to work, ordering room service seems like a good idea (although expensive).
If you have a LUX 1500 thermostat and can’t get it to work, it might be LOCKED (as mine was). Press NEXT three times in a row then press HOLD. Now we are toasty warm (except that the furnace has to run constantly due to the lack of insulation, of course).
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