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Happy Celiac awareness day! I went out to eat with my mom tonight and had one of my favorite foods, ever. Alladin's makes a fantastic Moussaka, all potato and eggplanty. We sat outside on the balcony alongside the canal and it was sunny and nice. I filled her in on my weekend (and really last week, too, since we've sort of been like ships passing in the night this summer.)
I've got half of my head tied up on top of my head, and the other waiting to be scalprolled. My fingers and hands need a break. So much more maintenance than I ever imagined. I guess before I let my hair lock I never really gave any thought to the fact that even after you get some solid knotting your hair continues to grow in individual strands and need regular encouragement to knot. My hair could be low-maintenance, if I were content to have a whitegirl afro with a dreadlock mullet, but somehow I'm not sure I could rock that look. Not that I'm entirely convinced I'm rocking this look.
I have have *have* to make a couple of important phonecalls. I'm such a dumbass about not taking care of things in time and then everything piles up.
Dropping Rita off at school today made me realize I sort of miss teaching preschool. I got to thinking it might be fun to find something, very part time, to help occupy me in Buffalo. We'll see. I've gotta get back and get settled and then I'll decide. I don't do well with jobby jobs that require paperwork and organization and professional appearances, so it'll be easy to make excuses.
But. I DO miss teaching preschool.
Ok, fingers and hands are adequately rested.
I've got half of my head tied up on top of my head, and the other waiting to be scalprolled. My fingers and hands need a break. So much more maintenance than I ever imagined. I guess before I let my hair lock I never really gave any thought to the fact that even after you get some solid knotting your hair continues to grow in individual strands and need regular encouragement to knot. My hair could be low-maintenance, if I were content to have a whitegirl afro with a dreadlock mullet, but somehow I'm not sure I could rock that look. Not that I'm entirely convinced I'm rocking this look.
I have have *have* to make a couple of important phonecalls. I'm such a dumbass about not taking care of things in time and then everything piles up.
Dropping Rita off at school today made me realize I sort of miss teaching preschool. I got to thinking it might be fun to find something, very part time, to help occupy me in Buffalo. We'll see. I've gotta get back and get settled and then I'll decide. I don't do well with jobby jobs that require paperwork and organization and professional appearances, so it'll be easy to make excuses.
But. I DO miss teaching preschool.
Ok, fingers and hands are adequately rested.