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Note to my ever so talented, loving, big hearted sister; STOP READING NOW.

I was talking to ‘Cita about this  new hair cut I am thinking of trying on. It’s the one where it’s shorter in the back, longer in the front.  She said, “You’ll hate it. Don’t cut you hair.”
I have heard that ALL of my life…and probably why I have long hair. Hair that I hate except on days when I take the time to actually do something with it, outside of throwing it in a ponytail.  Even then, it’s only ‘so-so’ liked.
I’ve done about 4 new things to it in the past week, trying to find a way to fall in love with my hair. Dyed it darker (thought I was making it lighter, but it’s better if I sound like I MEANT to make it darker), straightened it, scrunched it…and tonight, I CUT IT.
There is something about seeing a picture in a magazine and saying, “I could do that.” and then the actual ‘doing’ it.  I came about 30% close to achieving the goal.  The only reason I gave myself a high percentage is because the cutting actually done. It doesn’t LOOK like I thought it would, but then again…I’m a computer scientist that happens to be a photographer and not hairdresser. There is a reason I am not a hairdresser.
Sadly after chopping off 4 inches of my hair (above picture BEFORE the cutting) the bottom part of my hair is still dead.

Okay: Sister you can start reading again.

I’m super excited about this upcoming week.  Why you ask? Well for starters I am going to know what day it is on each of the days of the week.  No more “is it Thursday”? 4 days in a row. That can seriously knock someone off their internal clock and they might not recover.
Oh, another reason…BREATHING.  Most people take this small act for granted, but not me. Not after the last few days of hell.  There is nothing worse than the kids saying, “Say Mom.” and giggling after I say, “BOB!”
I get to have coffee IN A COFFEE HOUSE not once, but twice this week.  Yes, I’m a big shot. I am going to sit in a coffee shop and have ADULT conversation with …get this…ANOTHER ADULT, in a coffee house.  drinking coffee. coffee and conversation. WITH AN ADULT. not a ‘tween. not a teenager. ADULT.  I’m going to have to google what people nowadays talk about, because I am not hip to the conversations that people have that don’t include, ‘did you clean your room and do your homework?’
ALSO, I am going to Preston Castle for a BOARD MEETING.  Yeah. I’m starting to sound all growded up now huh? Yup. That’s me. All Growded up woman who has adult conversations with people about important stuff. Stuff that they need to have MEETINGS to talk about.  I’m going to have to wear something other than my slip on vans and mother sweater.
big shot.
Another thing; (I know, seriously…can it get any more interesting?) This growded up woman with adult conversations and board meetings has a ‘destination wedding’.  Uh-huh. Yep. Getting paid to go OUT OF TOWN, stay in a hotel and take pictures. AND EAT CAKE.  (that part sounded a tad childish and sorta took away from the whole ‘mature’ theme I was going for…scratch that cake part…even though I am going to eat cake)
I’m pretty excited about the destination part of the wedding.  I love staying in hotels. The smell of the towels makes me hot.

Shew. Man. Life is getting good around the Random and Odd house.  I haven’t even told you the bestest part.  and because this post was packed with maturity at levels I am not even familiar with, I am going to be like a kid and hold out on telling you about the bestest part. Maybe, if you’re nice to me, I’ll tell you on Wednesday.  I’ll give you a hint though; it involves a hot tub in the room.  SHUT UP. Yes, I swear!

GOD I LOVE MARCH!  It’s my birthday month, ya know?  Yeah, go ahead…ask me what I want. I have NO QUALMS about sending out hints on what to send me. ‘Cause it’s my birthday month. March. The best month of the year.