Day 131: I had a good tagline that I no longer remember
Here is the hair. I wish this photo didn’t have the sunlight splotch on my cheek, but I like it anyhow, especially with the reflection in the deck door. The cut is close to the same as last time. The back has been fixed, and the long side is a little more dramatic. It took three tries, but I think we finally have my Rock Band haircut. I’m ready to go on tour.
There area few more on Flickr.
I’m taking both Ada and James with me today to get my mother’s hair colored. This should be an adventure. Actually, I’ll take the double stroller, and Ada does pretty well in staying by me and not pulling everything off of shelves. We may even be able to shop.
Oh, the check engine light came on in the Mazda again in KC yesterday, and I lost my wedding ring. Yeah. I had a mad panic searching my house yesterday morning. Cannot find it anywhere.
Ada ate two bowls of cereal, and then James’ cereal that he wouldn’t eat and is now sitting and chanting, “Yummy! Yummy! Beer Cheese Soup!” over and over. Her dad taught her that, btw.
I’m not sure if I’ve seen any post-CMD photos of you, so I think the change is all that more dramatic for me, but… WOW!
That’s probably because I don’t let a lot of people take my photo. There have been a few though.
And thanks!
You *could* take your own, you know.
As soon as I get that tripod, I can! The last ones I’ve tried I’ve had to balance and level my camera with books, and that was a PITA.
Try a bag of rice. It can easily be shaped. Frozen peas also work, if not too hot.
That’s some serious rock star hair. Wow, I love it. LOVE IT!!!!
Thanks!
It’s hard to believe you were ever a blonde cheerleader…
Ruhr?! When was that?
middle school/high school
It is my dark secret that few ever discover except when old friends blow my cover
I hide the photos.
Sounds like a Halloween role-reprisal is in order!
Nobody believes that…
I have the photos, but I’m in them too. Not a chance in hell of those making the internet.
I’ll mail you a copy of Photoshop to “cut” yourself out!
I have photoshop and a scanner. I guess I’m just too nice to post the 1989 freshman squad photo. The bangs were atrocious.
I guarantee I won’t look at the bangs… or say anything disparaging.
FWIW, my housemate was looking at this, over my shoulder. He thinks you don’t look a day over 25.
Did you tell him that I’m a day under?
I tried, but he didn’t believe it, because of my instant knee-jerk surprise reaction.
