So I cut my hair off this week.  I’m not bald but it feels pretty close.  All that hard work of growing it out is now in the trash can.  Ok, so it wasn’t really “hard work;” I just sat around and let it grow, but still.  I didn’t have a particular occasion for which I was doing all this hair growing and honestly it was becoming more of a hindrance and it was worth.  My hair is very, very thick.  People tell me that is a great thing and I’m sure someday I’ll believe it.  However, long thick hair is not pleasant or convenient in the following circumstances: humid weather, warm weather, running, working out, time-crunched mornings, swimming, when you shed a lot, when you start finding gray hairs, when every single solitary strand must be flat-ironed, or when you’re tired of wearing a ponytail.  Honestly, long thick hair is really only good for head banging (which I don’t do much of), being Rapunzel-like in case I need to have Ry climb up a tower to save me (unlikely), or if I want to part it down the middle, wear skirts all the time, and belong to one of those communes around here (again, unlikely.)  So as you can see it was time to let ‘er go.

Admittedly, when I left the salon I cried a little.  It’s a shock.  I have a neck and now you can see it!  My hair is all, dare I say it, messy?  My sleek professional coif has disappeared into this tangle of hairspray, wax, and choppy layers.  Did my black nail polish go straight to my brain?  Am I now going to start wearing fishnets and purple eyeshadow?

In length alone I cut off around 6-7 inches.  In layers and thinning I lost a whole lot more than that.  Folks, I feel footloose and fancy-free.  And 10 pounds lighter.  If I don’t run a marathon 20 minutes faster now that I’ve lost all this baggage  I’ll be completely shocked off my rocker.

Hold the phone, but Saturday I’m getting it highlighted blonde again.  Whoa.  Once I have the total package complete with color, fixin’, and my rocker-face on I’ll post a blog picture.

Ry says I need to get a tan now.  The sun and I don’t get along.  I have no desire for wrinkles at 30, freckles, and skin cancer.  That pretty much rules out tanning beds for the same reason.  I suppose I should find some other tanning alternatives.  My brother-in-law is getting married in 31 days.  I don’t want to blind them all with my vampire-like whiteness.  Contrary to popular belief, I do not sparkle like Edward when standing in the sun.

I need get my ears re-pierced too.  Professionally.  My parent’s let me get them pierced when I was like 5-years old and the holes haven’t held up their end of the bargain over the years.  I re-pierce one ear every single time I put an earring in there.  It’s painful and the blood tends to ruin the overall look I was going for anyway.

What else should I do while I’m on a roll?