Gone to seed

I finally got around to getting my hair cut on Monday. 8 1/2 inches off. People in the salon were gasping like it was some big deal, like I was making some sort of life statement by cutting my hair.

I was just tired of long hair, perhaps I'm finally getting old, but having hair almost down to my waist was just too high maintenance, so I ended up doing nothing with it, I would twist back into a bun at the nape of my neck, stab it with a hairstick or two and about half way through the day I'd unwrap it shake it out...and retwist it up (my hair was so flippin heavy I felt like I had a blanket attached to my scalp) At night I would just braid it.



Anyway so I FINALLY got around to cutting it. Which meant suddenly I had to buy a hairdryer..I havent used one in over two years so god only knows where mine is.



The reactions I've gotten have given see to the idea that after having my darling little spudderkins, I let myself "go to seed".

Growing up sucks.

Social Networking...?

So I caved to the pressure of the masses and joined Facebook.

And YEAH!!! reconnected with some of my bestie friends from my scholarly years. And whoa, I have some seriously hot friends now...

Booooo! Had dude from high school put the icky facebook moves on me.

Really dude..just yuck..__ years later, and I've got kids and am practically married (without that whole being married bit) and you're trying to score a hookup on FACEBOOK???

But yeah! I ran into fun friends and got "Flair"