A very lovely lady indeed!

OK, post #2. Now I'll just say - writing this is weird. Partly because I know Jesse is reading it (hi Jesse!) and Wendie is reading it (hi Wendie!) but partly because I'm not entirely comfortable doing it yet. Maybe I can't really write that well, or maybe I'm not very entertaining. ??

Today I got my hair cut. It actually looks a little tiny bit like an updated Carol Brady flip. If only I had a sassy pantsuit to go with.....

Anyway...a trip to get my hair cut is not the easy task it sounds like it should be. It involves a lunchtime trek up to Seattle, then a swing by Dick's Drive in for lunch. Usually it's just my gay work husband George (who will likely become a fixture on this blog) and the aforementioned Wendie. Today we were joined by the fourth person in our group- Lori.

The trip is never boring. Inevitably we are running late, which means George drives like a bat outta hell to get us there. Wendie sits in the back seat with her hands over her face and every once in awhile reminds George to slow down. We weave in and out of traffic and then get to Seattle, which is an adventure as we careen down city streets, avoiding pedestrians, cars backing up and various construction workers. Finally we arrive, they kick me out of the car and go find a parking space.

Luckily, it only takes the lovely Liana about 10 minutes to cut my hair. It's truly amazing but I love it because I hate to get my hair cut. This time I got lucky because I avoided a lecture about the highlights my tipsy cousin gave me back in June. :) All in all, the haircut is good, although she cut my bangs a little short and the first pass at blowdrying made me look like an Emo kid gone wrong. All in all, it's good.

From there we headed to Dick's - an icon in Seattle. To me, it's just okay. I can take or leave it. But what's most entertaining is watching Wendie go to Dick's. It's like watching a person stranded in the desert finally get water. Or a dog get a bone. It's like her mother ship. Today she splurged on TWO Dick's Delites (I think that's what they are called - don't hurt me Wendie for not knowing for sure).

After Dick's we added a special stop to the trip - Trophy Cupcakes. This is what happens when no one's boss is at work. :) Trophy is a super cute little cupcake shop in Wallingford. George and I first went back in the spring and I've been dying to go back since. I hate to say it though - this time I wasn't floored like I was before. They were good, don't get me wrong, but I think mine might be better!

Arriving home after haircut day is always interesting. Half the time no one notices. Today I got a "Mom, your hair looks weird" from Hayley. I'm going to say she thinks it looks weird good and not weird weird. Yeah, let's go with that.

Tomorrow I'm doing the AIDS walk. Wish me luck!

PS - Hayley is mad that Hannah has a hurricane named after her. Damn that NOAA anyway! I had to promise her that before she's 10 there will be a hurricane named Hayley.

Who was busy with three kids of her own....

And away we go.....

I promise that I won't have a Brady Bunch reference in each post. Well, maybe I will - because you can pretty much relate everything in life back to the greatest show that ever was - The Brady Bunch.

This is my first blog post. I'm not sure how it's going to turn out. It might be funny, it might not. It's a little late, so it might just be a rambling mess. Who knows?!

I decided to start this blog for a couple of reasons:

1. My work friend Wendie tells me that I should be keeping a journal. She actually gave me a journal but I've only written in it once. (Sorry Wendie!) She tells me on a regular basis that I should be writing for Saturday Night Live, that I'm wasting my time at my job, etc. All good ego boosts - so in part, this blog is for Wendie. :)
2. If I don't start writing stuff down, I will forget it. I'm hurtling towards 40 and as loathe as I am to admit it, I'm getting old. I have to hold things out a little ways to see them. I have to write things down or I will forget to do them. I creak a little when I stand up.
3. I seem to run into an abnormal amount of weird people and weird situations. I guess I figure that someone somewhere might get a kick out of reading about them.
4. My auntie Judy just started a blog. If she can do it, I can do it.

So there you have it.

Tomorrow, my twins start 2nd grade. Marcia and Jan (not their real names - my husband said no) are heading back to class. They got these nicknames because last year Marcia (Hayley) got a "Terrific Kid" award. This upset Jan (Hannah) because she didn't get one at the same time. "Well, all day long at school I hear how great Marcia is at this or how wonderful Marcia did that! Marcia, Marcia, Marcia!" OK, so that's from the real Marcia and Jan and not my Marcia and Jan, but it still applies in this case. But seriously, 2nd grade. It seems like yesterday I was keeping them from cutting each others' hair and painting on the wall with Desitin, and now they are full fledged readers/writers and arithmeticers. (Yeah, it's not a word.)

If that weren't bad enough, in exactly 8 days my little boy turns THIRTEEN! An official teenager. How in the world am I old enough to have a teenager, when in my head I'm still 17 myself? He's taller than I am now....texts his friends on the cell phone, has a Facebook page and spends more time in the shower than I do.

Welcome to my mid-life crisis!