My Hair

As you can see, I posted a new pic of myself. I finally had one taken that I like. The only problem is that most of that hair is gone.

I was having a bad day, you know you need a change but you really can't do anything about what you need to change. Does that make any sense at all?

So in the middle of a mood swing I decide that the only thing I can really change at that moment is my hair. Plus I realized that I hadn't had a real hair cut in five years. So I trimmed up the front, put the rest in a ponytail. I then handed the scissors to my brother and asked him to lop off my ponytail. Which he did, and he made sure it was all even and everything.

I now have collar length hair and it's driving me crazy. I mean it looks good and I've gotten lots of compliments on it, but it just feels wrong. LOL

I will post a pic when I can, the ones we took didn't come out very good. The lighting was all wrong.

Oh yeah the moral of this little story is "Don't let crazy people play with scissors!" LOL

Quiet?

It's just after 6 am, I don't sleep much these days. Have you ever noticed it's never really truly quiet? I mean there's a sense of quiet after everyone's in bed, but even then it's not really quiet. If I lean back and close my eyes this is what I hear:

the birds singing in our trees.
my dogs snoring
the occassional movement of Miss Scarlett in her cage
the radio in my brother's room
my chair creak when I move
my computer tower humming
the voices in my head, worrying about things that don't truly matter
my heart beat
the sump pump shutting off
the heater coming on
rain softly hitting the sky light
the house making it's usual creaks & groans


This is the kind of thing that plagues my mind at 6 am. LOL