I finally broke down and faced my hairdresser.Haven't seen her in oh, six months or so.Nothing like walking in and seeing the person who should take the most pride and joy in your hair make a face like she's giving birth to a giraffe.It's true, my roots were so dark (and long) that even a fresh wash and blow dry did not take away from my head looking like a grease pit. That's what ball caps are for.Thankfully Misty is a hair genius and she coaxed my locks back to life.I also had her take my hair short.Shorter than it's been in a very long time.Ready?Thank you Misty. I owe you. Big.But I'm still going to tell your naked beetle story one day. Full story...
I'm not lying when I say I've spent hours standing in the middle of my newly remodeled kitchen, spinning in circles, repeating the phrase, "Holy shit.
Home sweet home!I had a blast in Texas with my pals and during Whirlpool Building Blocks. Now I'm home and renovating my kitchen with Apes, mom and pop.
Lord, there is so much happening here at the site of Whirlpool Building Blocks, I don't even know where to begin.
It's been a little more than a week since the election and the painful realization that for whatever reason, people are still voting to write discrimenation into our Constitution.
I'm feeling all off kilter, not blogging every day. It's not that there's nothing to blog about...I mean, yesterday, Christi took me to the Pilot gas station where she was stalked by a creepy man in a Christmas sweater.
Here, and without effort to protect the guilty, are some photographs of my weekend in Texas...I've always wanted to be picked up at the airport by someone holding a sign with my name on it.
I made it.Hello, Dallas, Texas!I have several posts in the works, but the down and dirty is:I'm here for work - Whirlpool Building Blocks is next week and I'll be running around writing articles, helping out with media requests and whatever else is needed in order to make the event as successful as the last two have been.
I've added it up.I spent some 48 hours glued to election coverage and another 24 plotting ways to offend the Mormon churches in Utah who gave MILLIONS of dollars to ensure Proposition 8 stripped my friends of their right to marry in California.
Last night, this country and one man rendered me: speechless, emotional, proud, invigorated, hopeful, determined, heard, triumphant, tearful and peaceful.
First up: VOTING!Not only will my mother hate I voted for Obama, but she won't like I went out of the house looking like a "rag-a-muffin.
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