Just a Thought: My Hair

So I was thinking today and decided to share. Not a normal post but hey...I own the blog...I can change the rules if I want. If you don't like it...well you can just...read more. And comment! That'll show me. For sure.

Anyway, my hair. If you know me, you know this is a ongoing trial in my life. I have hair. I always have had hair. Born with a full head of big bushy black hair. Looked like a little baby Einstein. I swear. Now that I am older I have full head of thin, "baby-fine," blond hair. Yah, I don't know what happened. Anyway, what do you do with a head of hair like that? A bob...that's it. Anything less looks like I am bald and just took a yellow crayon to my scalp. And hairdressers have no idea what to do with me. Some suggest a perm is what to go...some say a perm would make it worse...Some suggest I shave it all off and let it grow back thicker. Except they don't realize I have 2 older brothers. Too many dents in the old noggin to be sporting the bald look.

Anyway, I also shed constantly! I don't know where all this hair is coming from. My roommate used to say that it was like living with a cat. And she would accuse me of trying to put all my hair in the sink. I swear I don't try. It just happens. I thought about gluing it back to my head...but I never was that good with the Elmers.

So since my move I think I have been shedding more and more. I am starting to get annoyed with my shedding. Which takes a lot. I mean how annoying do you have to be when you don't even want to live with yourself. At last, I am stuck with me.

So this all really related to me brushing my teeth. Don't even get me started on my teeth. But anywho, you ever be brushing your teeth and have a hair stuck in your toothbrush. And you feel it as you move the brush back and forth. So at that point one of two things happen. You, one, take the brush out and have to pull this hair off your toothbrush. Which is always pleasant. Or two, take the brush out and realize the hair is still in your mouth. Now you have to pull the long strand out of your mouth. And of course it is full of drool and toothpaste. What could be better? And of course it is 3x longer then your longest strand of hair on your head. And you feel like you just joined the circus pulling a sword or something out of your mouth. And then what do you do with it?

Well I decided that that was enough. I have decided to choose to believe that the hair is a good thing while I brush. It is actually like doing two tasks at once. If I leave the hair alone while I brush it is like flossing while I brush....right? I mean really what is the difference? I just pretend I went organic...save the whales and all that crap...and use my hair as floss. And you can image the time it saves me. So that is all cool right? I mean my logic is sound...well, it was just a thought.

Super Fly's cousin

Seattle has been treating me pretty good. Nothing too exciting. I did get in a car accident but we'll talk about that later. Yesterday I just decided to stay inside and relax. You know...one of those days where you hang out in your pjs all day and watch tv. So I was off to a good start. I was chatting online watching tv when I felt this itchy feeling on my foot. I looked down there was this bug on my foot. The thing was over an inch long with a billion little legs. This huge black and yellow thing was trying to gnaw my foot off. And now my neighbors knew it, too.

I flipped the bug off and then I grabbed the first paper thing in my hand (my bank statement envelop). I smacked the paper on top of the bug and did the universal squishing motion to kill it. Then I tossed the trash can on top of it just to be safe.

There is a evil bug under here. Stand back.

So like any very emotional girl I left the bug under the bucket and got online to ask my guy friends to come and take care of it. They all said no. Apparently I am not worth the flight from Iowa to Seattle. Losers. So I was stuck dealing with it myself or redecorating so that the trash can looked good sitting in the middle of the room.

Well I pulled off the can and lifted the paper and O MY GOD the thing was still moving. Moving towards me at a rapid rate! I tossed the paper back on it and showed the little bugger what I got for 6 years of engineering school.

Did someone wanted to play Erin's version of the Princess and the Pea?

I figured that would kill me so it should kill the bug. I pushed down on the books and went back to my chatting for a while. Then I decided I should clean up. But who wants to clean up bug guts? :P So I start to unpack and once I get to the bottom of my pile of knowledge I hear this noise. It started to get louder. And I realized it was coming from under my envelope. Are you kidding me!? I couldn't believe it; there is no way this thing is still alive.

Someone else look; I can't do it.

So I mustered up the guts to look under the paper. The bug was there, alive, buzzing and moving around. That's it! Its not the first time I have killed a bug and I don't know why this one won't die. So I pulled out the big guns or rather my hammer. I put down a paper towel and went to town on that bugs little ass. I'm sure my neighbor below me loves me now. But I got the little bugger...I think.

Bug, meet Mr. Hammer.

Mr. Hammer, meet BugBug, your new home, the toilet.

And then it was done. Well, the bug was dead but I think I need to go though therapy. Last night I didn't sleep a wink. Every time I felt something I thought it was a bug. I woke up with my pj bottoms on backwards. Don't ask. Its better to let it die in the past.

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