Bed head. My emotions are right up underneath my eyes this week (a woman had to have invented sunglasses for this very reason), so this video couldn’t have come along at a better time. It might not be safe for work if your boss frowns upon a man dancing around joyously in his tighty whities, [...]
My mood is a lot better these days, and that’s due in no small part to the inspiration of this video and knowing that this guy was all, screw all y’all. I’m going to cheer the hell of this. (via Glenyrd)
I promise I took this at a stop light. There was no photographing while driving or texting or Instagramming or Words WIth Friending, none of that. I was focused solely the disappointment that the person in the car ahead of me didn’t allow me to egregiously run that light. FOILED!
“Do you see a light at the end of the tunnel?” That’s the question almost everyone keeps asking me, and so far it’s the one thing that doesn’t make me cringe or want to cry or run outside and punch my fist in the ground. It’s an innocent, heartfelt question that doesn’t make any assumptions [...]
Oh look. Yet another striped shirt. I’M KEEPING YOU ON YOUR TOES.
This morning I was trying to concentrate on the music pumping through the speakers in spin class but the thoughts in my brain poured through the circuitry like those tickers announcing stock prices: PAIN, PAIN, PAIN, PIANO LESSONS, LUNCH, DOCTOR’S APPOINTMENT, PAIN, CONFERENCE CALL, PAIN, PAIN, DINNER, PAPERWORK, PAIN. If you invested in pain you [...]
Last week I went to the dentist and was paired with a new hygienist. As she draped the bib around my neck she said, “I absolutely love your haircut!” “Wow, thanks!” I said. “I’m growing it out, actually. This is the in-between stage.” Without any sarcasm she made a weird face and said, “Well then, [...]
Ambiguous and not-so-ambiguous things people have said to me in the last week: “What’s going on with your hair?” “YOUR HAIR.” “That’s… hmm. Okay.” “Finally! It’s about time you started to look like a damn woman again.” “Glad I’m not you.” “How will your children recognize you?” “Good luck with that.” “Sir. SIR!”
I got a wild hare (do I crack myself up or what) and decided I’d try to chronicle the whole process of growing out my mane. This isn’t day one. In fact, it’s day 40 or something. I CAN’T KEEP TRACK OF EVERYTHING FOR YOU, MOM. (That was a joke, Mom. Call me later and [...]
By the end of the day Leta’s hair has always slipped out of whatever apparatus I have used to restrain it. Taming that child’s hair will be a challenge for at least the next forty years. People have commented that she looks like a raggamuffin, but when her hair falls around her face like this [...]