My Tricksy Hair and My Inability To Get it Together, Comment-Wise. Also, Bacon Tooth Products.
I had a series of strange dreams last night. In one of them, The FriendBots threw a surprise FriendBot party for me. You know, a FriendBot party. We all have them once a year. At least, we did in my dream. altoidsaddict gave me a bunch of My Little Ponies, carpee_diem gave me yarn, lastwordy_mcgee gave me boots, ladytabitha gave me a first aid kit and a snorkel, and The fontosaurus gave me bacon-flavored Brush-Ups. So. Thank you all for your thoughtful gifts. Where were the rest of you? Hmm? And where are my pressies?
I have lots of emails to reply to. I hate my habit of putting off emails and comments "until I have time for a proper response." Invariably, I am overwhelmed with the busitude as soon as I tell myself that, and I stay overwhelmed until so much time has passed that I'll feel like an idiot for only just responding to something that the other person has most likely forgotten about entirely. It seems the people I do that with (to? at? about? near? under? above? pick one.) are the people I'm closest to, or would like to know better. More of the sort of thing I ranted about last week. ilythia, ladytabitha, and platypus are people whose emails, posts, and comments I frequently do this with. I need to stop that.
I'm fond of the hr lately, it seems. More than of the centered asterisks, anyway. The State of Florida paid thousands upon thousands of dollars for me to learn to do that. Here's another:
My hair is naturally curly. To make it straight I have to spend ages blowing it out and then working my magic with the flat iron and The Products, and if it's at all rainy or humid out the curl will come right back. Minnesota is still doing weird things to my hair. There's not enough humidity for the curls I had in Florida, but there's enough that straightening it every day is impractical. Much as I love the two french braids and the hair knobbies, I can't really do that for work. So I've been thinking about thermal straightening. Of course, today my curls are glorious. I have the most adorable head o' curls I have ever seen. I realized at lunch that I'd changed my mind about the straightening.
Aha!
My hair almost tricked me. That's what it does, you see. It goes through a rebellious phase during which it refuses to behave properly. Then, just when I'm ready to cut it, color it, straighten it, or shave it all off, it behaves beautifully. Angels would weep with joy at the sight of it. Until I've decided not to cut, color, straighten, or otherwise discipline it. And then it starts again. But not this time! Oh, no. This time, I know what it's up to.
Actually, I have moments of hair-related whining, but for the most part I love my hair. I just need to figure out how to make Minnesota work to my advantage.
I got my IAX envelope in the mail yesterday! *squee* I am a card-carrying member! Also, there was a Halloween card with a Halloween fortune that had evidently been set aside and which I only just discovered. Again, *squee* Thank you, ilythia!
I have lots of emails to reply to. I hate my habit of putting off emails and comments "until I have time for a proper response." Invariably, I am overwhelmed with the busitude as soon as I tell myself that, and I stay overwhelmed until so much time has passed that I'll feel like an idiot for only just responding to something that the other person has most likely forgotten about entirely. It seems the people I do that with (to? at? about? near? under? above? pick one.) are the people I'm closest to, or would like to know better. More of the sort of thing I ranted about last week. ilythia, ladytabitha, and platypus are people whose emails, posts, and comments I frequently do this with. I need to stop that.
I'm fond of the hr lately, it seems. More than of the centered asterisks, anyway. The State of Florida paid thousands upon thousands of dollars for me to learn to do that. Here's another:
My hair is naturally curly. To make it straight I have to spend ages blowing it out and then working my magic with the flat iron and The Products, and if it's at all rainy or humid out the curl will come right back. Minnesota is still doing weird things to my hair. There's not enough humidity for the curls I had in Florida, but there's enough that straightening it every day is impractical. Much as I love the two french braids and the hair knobbies, I can't really do that for work. So I've been thinking about thermal straightening. Of course, today my curls are glorious. I have the most adorable head o' curls I have ever seen. I realized at lunch that I'd changed my mind about the straightening.
Aha!
My hair almost tricked me. That's what it does, you see. It goes through a rebellious phase during which it refuses to behave properly. Then, just when I'm ready to cut it, color it, straighten it, or shave it all off, it behaves beautifully. Angels would weep with joy at the sight of it. Until I've decided not to cut, color, straighten, or otherwise discipline it. And then it starts again. But not this time! Oh, no. This time, I know what it's up to.
Actually, I have moments of hair-related whining, but for the most part I love my hair. I just need to figure out how to make Minnesota work to my advantage.
I got my IAX envelope in the mail yesterday! *squee* I am a card-carrying member! Also, there was a Halloween card with a Halloween fortune that had evidently been set aside and which I only just discovered. Again, *squee* Thank you, ilythia!