Random Friday Ramblings

First off...

Did you watch? Aren't you relieved today that Jim and Pam are still doing ok? My sister in law and I were anxious after the cliff hanger last week and were watching intently last night.

Again, I do realize there are bigger issues in the world then the current state of a fictional couple's relationship.
Try not to judge me.

Second of all...In an effort to change my attitude about the current state of rain here, I tried something new the other day. I had read somewhere once about a girl who chose to view the rain falling on her as a baptism of sorts...

Ok, I honestly can't type any further until I confess that the book I read that in was in fact this one:Yes, that is Tori Spelling. Yes, I read her book.

Again, try not to judge me. (if it helps my case at all, I was not impressed.)

Anyways, I tried to think of the rain that way the other morning as I walked from the parking garage- which may as well be in Guam- to my office.
It did not work.
The ankles of my pant legs were soaked from the puddles I could not avoid. My face was wet. And the significant amount of time I spent blow drying and straightening my hair in the morning was completely reversed in a relatively insignificant amount of time.
Ugh. Not loving the rain.

And thirdly, speaking of my hair....I am in serious need of a cut. I looked in the mirror this morning, and this is what I saw:

I have not had it cut since August. Why? Because I am afraid. Since we moved to Portland I have yet to find a hairstylist here. The few times I have had it cut in the year and a half we have lived here I have driven back down to Salem for it. That's over an hour's drive.
I know, I know.
But you see I had... an incident. A bad hair incident. It is now commonly referred to (by me) as The Hair Crisis of June of '06.
It's my 'Nam. I commonly have horrible flashbacks and can just now discuss it without tearing up.
Ok, I kid a little. But it was bad.
It happened because I went to someone new. It was a salon I was familiar with, but a stylist I wasn't. I told her that I wanted a shorter 'do -about shoulders length- with some subtle layers. She then proceeded to chop my hair to my chin and give me layers that were so drastic they looked as if a weed-whacker had produced them.
I cried when I got to my car.
Even my family and friends who love me said things like "Oh my goodness, what did you do?" and "Hmmm...well, it's only hair, it will grow...." when they saw it.
My sweet husband dutifully tried to make me feel better, "I think it's cute..." hope! He doesn't hate it!! ..."but I think I did like it better longer". And back to despair...
It took months before I could even pull half of it back in a clip.
It has since fully recovered, which I am grateful for, but now I sit here in fear about trying someone new again. I simply cannot justify that long a of a commute for hair anymore. Well, that and my husband has pretty much gone from finding my need to drive over an hour for a trim kind of adorable, to kind of (or quite...) annoying.

And one final ramble for the morning...they are playing Christmas music on the radio station we listen to at work!! YAHOO!! Some people (that I'm married to) don't love the fact that Christmas is being advertised so early, but I for one adore this time of year and am ready to fully embrace the season!!!

On that note, Happy Friday to all of you in BloggerVille!!