Hair cut, and get ready for a bulge of posts

I've been in a bit of a dry spell as far as writing goes. Time has been short and the ideas are not really coming. I think that means everything is peachy in my life and that I have nothing of controversy to report. But nonetheless, it's nowhere near as much fun for me seeing as how I don't get to write and I don't get any fun comments from you out there who read this thing.

This is your warning, I think I'm just going to bang out a bunch of these today and post them now. I mean, why keep you guys waiting, huh?

In the meantime, Grace and I both went to get our haircut at the mall yesterday. She, the girl who protested haircuts of any kind until she was at least 6-years-old, the girl who previously had never had a haircut that cost over $12, the girl who conceded only to have her hair cut once in any 12-month span, she has quickly become quite addicted to the whole salon thing. Now she wants me to buy a styling product at $15 a pop once a month, insisting that she needs that much and that particular product. I told her she better start saving her babysitting money, then.

Me? I'm back to my old self. I told the stylist I wanted something short, very short, kind of a pixie cut that doesn't require me to do too much fuss with the front of my hair. When I think of what I don't want, think: Kate Gosselin. How does she manage to do that much to her hair every day anyway? Isn't the whole point of going short so that you have less to mess with?

The end result I like very much:


Simple, practical, fuss-free. And I require way less styling product than Grace. Kudos for the budget. I beat her hands down. And just in case you guys think it, I am not going to replace my pedestrian specs and go for big, chunky, funky eyeglasses. Yes, such eyeglasses would make a statement, but they would also get in the way of my seeing insomuch as I would constantly be seeing the rims in my peripheral vision, not the world. So this is much makeover as I'm subjecting myself to for this season.