Hair Today, Gone Tomorrow

I have mentioned on a few occasions the length of my hair. It is long, really long (the pic is getting old..). My hair currently stretches below my waistline, picture Cher of the 1970's. It has never been this long in my life. This length is not something I consciously strived for. My entire adult life I have been very conscious of my hair. The reasons stretch back to childhood as most unusual things tend to. As a very young child my mother kept my hair very short. I recall at the roller rink skating to KC and the Sunshine Band (dating myself I am fully aware) another girl asking me if I were a boy or a girl. That comment/question stuck with me. I continued to have no say so over my various hairstyles including the 'Dorothy Hamil' another short hair look and the "oh help me forget" the curly perm look which with short hair is very reminiscent of a sheep's look.

It was odd, all of the women in my family except for one aunt always had short hair. I distinctly recall my younger sister and I wearing slips (an old timey thing women used to wear under skirts) or a towel on our heads pretending it was long hair and belting out tunes such as "Delta Dawn" (oh God why do I continue to date myself?). It was only at about age 12 that I was finally allowed to begin to grow my hair out. About the time I started looking like a girl my mother savagely cut it all off in a fit of rage to teach me some sort of lesson about flirting. I remember when she took me to the small town beauty shop to have it evened out her saying "I didn't do a bad job". I will never forget that comment as my hair at the time was a jagged mess almost above my ears and clearly showed the rage she felt at the time. It wasn't but 2 years after that incident that I married for the first time. At 14 and married I could have long hair if I so chose. Whew! what a reason to get married huh?

Fast forward to my adult years. I spent hundreds of dollars each 6 weeks for hair color and fabulous haircuts. I must say I had damn good looking hair.

Now things are different. My not so private struggle with depression lead me to quit caring for myself as I once did. As of today I have not had my hair cut since November 2008. It was long then, grows like a weed, and is super ass long now.

Tomorrow will change all of that. I am having my hair cut, minimum 10 inches and giving it to "Locks of Love". Locks of Love is an organization that makes human hair wigs for women with cancer. Sounds pretty damn nobel of me doesn't it? Not so fast.

My latest self discovery is that I am finally cutting my hair because I somehow believe that if I do I will begin caring for myself again. I do, I really believe it.

It is not so much like the bible character that would lose his strength by cutting his hair, it is the opposite. I think it is one of the many steps I must take to gain my strength.

Hair today, gone tomorrow.

Twice the Humor of a Gravedigger

I'm outside again. This time it is about 30 degrees...burr...At any rate it is too cold to read your blogs. I'm so sorry I swear to do it when it either A) gets warmer so I can be outside longer B) I can get a better connection. For the time being I can only spend a few moments venting about my own world, god or allah or whoever knows I know need it!

To update you, my two teenage children hate me. If they don't they should be actors and receive academy awards for performances that mirror children that hate their mother...Enough to say they are teenagers and leave it at that.

Second, I think I am going straight to hell for taking advantage of others. What I mean is that I am receiving a promotion based on the fact that I have sworn to the holy gods of dietary profession that I can teach almost anyone to be as profitable as me. I think I sold myself out on this one...Let's all collectively hold our breaths to  see if I am even remotely close to being as smart as I profess....I have my own doubts.

I am now taking on 3 buildings, nursing homes that is. My big plan of action, to show the world they can all make money..ha ha health care reform just passed, again hold your breath.

I will need a new vehicle to travel to the new buildings. It seems that I will drive an additional 400 miles per week and all for an additional $200 per month.Based on that alone I am a CFI (certified fucking iditot)..

On top of all of this crazy dumbass crap...I have agreed to go on a date with our district housekeeping manager. Two degrees the man has, two times less hair than Kojak. Twice the humor of a gravedigger. I am desperate..

Talk Later...

Back Again!

I'm back! Picture me outside in a breezy 50 degrees in Nebraska. Yep, there I am trying to get my wireless to find a signal. Found it. But it can only be found outside my new home. My home that is for about another 6 months then off to my new destination I go.

I really like the new duplex/converted motel/was once a liquor store place. It is 3 bedrooms one bathroom all new in the last 2 years. The front lawn is really a parking lot (see above converted motel/once upon a time liquor store). I do have a backyard that consists of a small fenced in area with a view of some farmers land and a pond that I plan to sneak over to and go fishing one day. Until then...

I have been painting the new place...why you ask if I only plan to be here for 6 months? Good question. My answer might not be as good. I just want it to feel like home when I walk in the door from work. If by home you are now conjuring up visions of railroad tracks about 100 yards away then yes this would be the place. Now there is not just railroad tracks, there are honest to god trains that transport on those same railroad tracks perhaps 15 times a day! Being a small town I suppose that Union Pacific railroad does not consider those that live within a 100 yards of their fine ferrying train. I say the following: thank god it is only for 6 months! It is truly brutal to live next to those fine folks of Union Pacific.

Well anyway, starting to get chilly in the backyard of my duplex/converted motel/once upon a time a liquor store.....be back soon!