I had to change the name on this blog. I always had my doubts about it, namely because I've never been hard core (is that one or two words?) and so why even imply it? I actually have a lot of fears. When I worked at my old job, my boss used to tell me that my five biggest fears were spiders, sharks, snakes, bears and long-term relationships. He was right, although I guess I can finally remove long-term relationships from that list. To be honest, I think the moment that Atom fell in love with me was the night of our first date when I told him that if I ever ran for office, one of the highlights of my political platform would be to rid the world of sharks and create jobs at the same time. At least that's when I like to think he fell in love with me. I hope that I haven't offended anyone by my anti-shark stance. I try to view them as a beautiful component of the circle of life and then I read some article about a shark attack in Florida or Australia and I regress. It's rather sad because if I could be anywhere right now, a beach with soft white sand and crystal clear water is at the top of my list. I would still go in a heartbeat. I just wouldn't swim very far out......and never at dusk. That's my advice for the day.
Anyway, I'm not in love with the new name either so if anyone has any suggestions/feedback, I'm all ears. I'm trying to be better at posting on this blog. This week is birthday week for Atom and I. My brother's wife Tianna's birthday is tomorrow (Friday) and Atom's sister's birthday is on Saturday
so we're looking forward to a lot of good family time. I'll get to see my cute new nephew and go to the new Batman movie with Atom's family. Maybe I'll try to give a review next week......
Thursday, July 17, 2008
Sunday, July 13, 2008
Who says that?
It's been a while since I posted. I blame the fact that our laptop imploded about a month ago. I also blame my loose grip on reality. There are so many imaginary posts that I do in my head every single day. How am I supposed to remember that I never actually posted about the new shoes I was enraptured about for about a day until I realized they really hurt my feet? Or the the tribute to my lovely friend Ingrid that I had planned after the comments she left on my last post? Be warned, Ingrid...it's coming! The list goes on and on. So here it is, July 13th and now I will get to the meat of this particular post:
I got my hair cut. Not just a trim either - this was a full-blown transformation. My hair used to be well past my shoulders in length. It now barely comes past my chin. After I left the salon, things seemed to go well at first. I liked it, Atom liked it, Lis liked it. I went to work the next morning feeling simultaneously nervous and excited. Would anyone say anything? The first half dozen comments were all very positive. The world is rose-colored. Enter one normally very nice lady from finance:
finance lady: "You got your hair cut."
Me: "Yeah, it was time for a change."
finance lady: "Did you cut it yourself?"
Did I cut it myself? What??? Who says that?! All of a sudden thoughts are swirling around in my head. Does it really look as though I cut six inches of my own hair by myself? Is it because of my cowlick? I know what my hair would look like if I cut it myself because I used to do it all the time when I was about four. Now, I'm pretty sure that this lady did not mean to cause so much angst. Maybe she just didn't know what else to say and is trying make conversation. It gets better about four hours later:
same finance lady: "So, are you trying to look your age?"
Me: Well, since I'm turning 30 next month, no, I hope I don't look exactly my age."
same finance lady: "Some people were talking about your haircut. They think you look older."
Awesome. I look older. Again, not something I want to hear as I exit my 20's. And on top of that, people are talking about my hair out of earshot. Self-esteem plummeting.
You'll be happy to know that I've recovered and really like the new 'do. Like I said, I really don't think she meant any offense and hopefully this will be viewed as the humorous anecdote that I meant it to be. But still......who says that?
I got my hair cut. Not just a trim either - this was a full-blown transformation. My hair used to be well past my shoulders in length. It now barely comes past my chin. After I left the salon, things seemed to go well at first. I liked it, Atom liked it, Lis liked it. I went to work the next morning feeling simultaneously nervous and excited. Would anyone say anything? The first half dozen comments were all very positive. The world is rose-colored. Enter one normally very nice lady from finance:
finance lady: "You got your hair cut."
Me: "Yeah, it was time for a change."
finance lady: "Did you cut it yourself?"
Did I cut it myself? What??? Who says that?! All of a sudden thoughts are swirling around in my head. Does it really look as though I cut six inches of my own hair by myself? Is it because of my cowlick? I know what my hair would look like if I cut it myself because I used to do it all the time when I was about four. Now, I'm pretty sure that this lady did not mean to cause so much angst. Maybe she just didn't know what else to say and is trying make conversation. It gets better about four hours later:
same finance lady: "So, are you trying to look your age?"
Me: Well, since I'm turning 30 next month, no, I hope I don't look exactly my age."
same finance lady: "Some people were talking about your haircut. They think you look older."
Awesome. I look older. Again, not something I want to hear as I exit my 20's. And on top of that, people are talking about my hair out of earshot. Self-esteem plummeting.
You'll be happy to know that I've recovered and really like the new 'do. Like I said, I really don't think she meant any offense and hopefully this will be viewed as the humorous anecdote that I meant it to be. But still......who says that?
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