Tuesday, July 11, 2006

night night

I just realized I never told yas what ever happened with my hair! So yeah, the other day I told you I wacked 8" off -just willy nilly, I didn't even cut it straight, creating the (planned) effect of having to have my hair done, and negating the option of chickening out (for another 2 months.)

When did I do that? Friday? Anyway, as of yesterday afternoon, I still hadn't gone anywhere to have it fixed, I was just letting it hang, chopped and chunky. I decided to save myself some money... My mother did my hair for the first 20 or so years of my life, I'd just ask her to do it for me. I knew what I wanted, and I knew she knew how to do it.

She was a nervous wreck! She's never been like that before. She was so freaked out that she had me scared of what she was doing. After about 45 minutes of me saying, "Just do it Ma, damn the worst that happens is I have to go have someone else do it, which I planned on anyway... just DO IT!" and her snipping 1/8th of an inch at a time... she finally just CHOPPED one good time and got the fear out of her system. Sort of. It's short - the same cut as I have in my profile pic, not that you can really see my hair in that pic. I didn't get it permed, but it looks great, I love it, but I had to go shower, wrap up in a towel and style my hair before I could even get dressed, just so she'd know it came out OK and that I was happy with it. I don't think she took a breath for about an hour and a half from the sound of the breath she let out when I came in (still in my towel!) to show her how cute it looked.

In other news: Terra turned 3 on Saturday. I don't remember any of my kids ever being as excited about a birthday as she was Saturday. She had a blast, got lots of presents, and I used her birthday as an excuse to make her start sleeping in her bed (she'd pretty much moved to the couch with me when I moved there.) She hates it, and tells me all the time that she doesn't want to be 3, she wants to be 2 again so she can sleep on her big-girl couch again.

It's now officially Mike's birthday - Happy Birthday Mike! And happy full moon too by god!

Wednesday is Tommy's birthday. He'll be 17. He's going to be the death of me. He wants everything for his birthday. He's had me doing eBay searches for months. I'm considering a lot of things, mostly cash. He's too damn fickle. Every time I'd think I knew what he wanted he'd have me hunting for something else. And he has seriously "Champagne" tastes.

I should have been in bed hours ago. I have another meeting/event thing to attend for the AHA Heart Walk. "Light Breakfast and Coffee" at 7:30 am. I had to email and make sure that it was OK if I showed up with only 1 eye open. I am SO not a morning person, and to be at Queens College by 7:30 am (think morning rush hour traffic) I will have to leave here no later than 6:15. The new 'do needs more "do-ing" than the long straight Elvira look required, so I'll be waking up around 5:30. Isn't there a law against that?!


  1. heh...I was wondering when you were gonna tell us about the haircut. I'm sure you're just as cute as ever ;-)

    Juan is officially 40 today too! Can we stop with the bdays already?! Geez! WAAAY too many this month!

  2. Happy birthdays all around!

    Wash & wear hair is the way to go. You look marvelous!

  3. My god, Terra is three already?! Happy birthday to her! And to you, since I seem to have totally flaked on the 4th. And to Tommy for tomorrow. And for Mike for today. Good lord! What exaclty makes everyone have a birthday around this time of year? I mean, we all know that there are a lot of Sept. babies because New Year's is nine months prior, but what's nine months prior to July that makes everyone wanna get freaky?

    I'm glad to hear that your hair turned out well. You're incredibly brave to let Ma do the cutting. Sounds like she did a good job, though. Way to go Ma.

    Hope Terra learns to enjoy her big girl bed as much as she did her big girl couch. We've still got to get J-man to sleep alone... And I hope that you made it to your breakfast with at least one eye half opened. Man, I don't miss those early mornings!