10/21/05

1. A tacky vacation picture Actually, it’s not really tacky, but it was the only one that came to mind. The spud, in Hawaii. 2. Something your kid (or pet) made A turtle, made when she was very young. It’s smaller than it looks – it fits in the palm of my hand. I keep it on my dresser. A little pot she made in art class in, I think, Kindergarten. Maybe first grade. I keep it in my desk drawer. Sometimes I keep paperclips in it. 3. Your hairbrush/s I very rarely use my hairbrush, usually only when I’m blow-drying my hair, which doesn’t happen very often. Mostly, I use the pick on my wet hair, part it on the side, and let it air-dry.

* * * The spud had a hair appointment yesterday. Back when we were in Maine in July, my sister put highlights in her (the spud’s) hair, and it had grown out quite a bit. Since she’s getting all gussied up to go to Homecoming next week, I thought it might be a good idea to take her to have her hair colored so it’s all one color, and close to her natural color. Actually, I told the spud she could get her hair done whatever color she wanted (kind of hoping she’d go for bright purple to freak my mother out), but she said she wanted to match her natural color. I ended up taking her to the hair place where my current hair doer used to work, because the sixty-three times I tried to call the new place, I always got the answering machine, and I didn’t want to leave a freakin’ message. The first time I tried the old place, someone answered the phone, so I made the appointment. The hair coloring took for-fucking-EVER, because her hair was two different colors. First, the hairdresser had to put something on the blond streaks and then she went through and put stuff on the rest of her hair, and then the color had to process for 45 minutes. When all was said and done, we were there for exactly two hours. If I’d had a clue it was going to take that long, I would have left the spud there and had her call me when she was done. But I thought surely it wouldn’t take any longer than an hour, so I sat in a nearby chair and read the entire time. She also trimmed the spud’s hair, taking maybe a quarter of an inch off the ends, since the spud’s apparently decided to grow her hair out again. Then she blow-dried the spud’s hair straight, because I wanted to see what it looked like straight. It was cute, but I think I prefer it curly. Before: After: It’s funny how much longer it looks when it’s blow-dried straight. * * * Currently reading: The Third Victim, by Lisa Gardner. It’s realllly good so far. Also, it makes me want to visit Oregon. Finished the other night: Their Wildest Dreams, by Peter Abrams. Very, very good book. * * * The weather lately has been incredibly gorgeous. It’s been sunny all week (except today looks like it’s going to be a bit overcast) and warm. Every year I forget how warm and sunny October is, and so every year I’m surprised anew. You’d think after living here for nine years (!) I’d remember, but I don’t. And I’m not complaining, believe you me. Some of y’all are already wearing sweaters, and Fred’s still wearing shorts and short-sleeved shirts to work. This is the month that makes the hell of summer in Alabama more than worth it. * * * “Hey lady. I SAID no cameras!” Cleanliness is next to Sugarbuttliness. Or something. Sugarbutt contemplates how to open the refrigerator and fix himself a burger. Flipping that burger is going to be a pain with no opposable thumbs. He wuvs his brudder. (Yes, I totally talk baby talk to the kittens ALL DAY LONG.) All of today’s uploaded pictures are here. * * * Previously 2004: I need to win the lottery so I can hire someone to come to my house every day and style my hair while I read. 2003: Which is when Stanley thought “Hey! I shouldn’t just skulk back! I should run and leap! Into the air! Like a big mexican jumping Stanley-bean!” 2002: As if he was going to say to himself “By god, she’s RIGHT! I do not, in fact, reside here. What on earth was I thinking?” and run off. 2001: No entry. 2000: No entry. 1999: “Well, she took that well,” I commented.]]>