It's a hairy situation

A decision has been made. An agonizing, mind searing, life changing decision.

I'm going au naturel. (You totally thought I was leaving my husband, didn't you?)

I'm growing out the grey, shaking out the salt, letting the silver fox out to play. Embracing my inner old lady, if you please. Really, I'm just cheap. The $300 per month I'm spending on covering my grey could be better spent elsewhere. Things like shoes college fund, new clothes paying down the mortgage, personal trainer gas.

My natural color, before it became white, was Indian black. Not dark brown, or just black, but blue black. They tell me there's Cherokee on my mother's side since they're all dark. Cherokee my ass. My son looks like Sayid on Lost and they're claiming Cherokee? But it is board straight and now it's about 3 inches long. I cut it all off today. Shortest it's ever been since I was but a wee babe. Since there is no graceful way to grow white roots out of "mocha honey express with caramel highlights" hair, I'm just going for it. For your viewing pleasure, I'm including a picture of my roots.

I'm sorry. I didn't mean to frighten you. But be forewarned; it's only going to get worse. I'm going to post one of these every month until it's grown out. Then I'm going to ask opinions, carefully weigh all options, and run screaming back to my hairdresser begging him to make it go away for the love of god and all that is holy COVER IT UP! But I really want to know what it looks like. And although it's unlikely, I may like it.

And at least while I'm not coloring it, I'll avoid another one of these debacles.

Invasion of the Body Snatchers

Who is this man living in my house? He's being nice and it's such a change from his usual behavior that I'm convinced he's been possessed.
On Sunday he let me lie in bed all day. Literally all day. I have strep again and feel miserable. He cleaned the house, kept Piglet occupied, did laundry, went to the market, and detailed my truck. On Monday, we woke to yet another flood downstairs. He wet vacced all the water himself, cleaned the house again, and then mopped the downstairs with bleach water. He kept Piglet with him all day, then bathed him and put him in bed.
He's called twice today to see how I feel and to ask if I need him to bring anything home.
If any of you know where my husband went, leave him there. I like this new guy.

I could only hope to be this brave

This man right here? Now, there's a hero. We all have people we look up to, who we want to emulate. This man is now one of mine. I cannot imagine a more heroic way to die. Holding your child above your head to avoid the weight of the car crushing you against the fence. To see the car coming toward you and instinctively raising your daughter to safety above while you bear the brunt of the impact. To die knowing that at least you saved her.

Of course his children won't care how heroic he was, they will only want their daddy. I'm sure his family would prefer he hadn't had to die a hero, or die at all. I'm fairly confident that they wish the driver of the car hadn't chosen to get behind the wheel. But the pride they'll have! The stories that will be told. I can't imagine it will be any comfort.

If I didn't have Piglet...

Most people say "I just don't know what I'd do without him/her/them", meaning their child/ren.
Or "I just can't imagine life without..." While I love my son with all of my heart, I can, and often do, imagine my life without him. I'm glad I had him, and I enjoy his being here, but poppets? I was done! Kids grown and gone, no more t-ball, first day of school, trick or treat, temper trantrums, playdates, park politics, all the fun that comes with a small child.

If I didn't have Piglet, I would:

*leave this shiteous marriage

*sell my company

*move to England

*disappear into my inner world with my books, and gardening and internet and not have to be so present all the time.

*be gloriously alone

*be miserably alone

Why can't I do these things with Piglet, you ask? Well, a myriad of reasons, really. He needs his father and his mother to be together like he's always known. He needs some type of legacy. If I sell the company, what will I leave him?

I could go on, but I wonder if perhaps having Piglet isn't my excuse for not taking responsibility for my own life?

The Circus, Part Deux

Circus time finally arrived, after repeated cries of "is it time to go?" all day. Piglet left the field in the middle of his t-ball game to ask if it was time to go yet. Finally, 6:00. We drive 30 minutes to Winchester, park at the mall, and get into a line approximately one quarter to one half a mile long. I know it's supposedly the largest show in the world under the bigtop, but come on! I immediately upgraded our tickets to VIP, lest we have to sit up with the acrobats.


After a delightful forty five minutes in line, I see my former new husband. He's not as nearly as dashing or european without the scarf. He tries to lure me with treats:



When that doesn't work, he tries the sexy pose:



Alas, Piglet has picked out a new daddy:



But, being the picky ho that I am, I leave him for Reynaldo:





Seriously, anyone want to go halfsies on a circus? I am talking money machine.

$44 to get in, and that's with Piglet being free.

$5 popcorn

$5 cold, half raw hot dog that was immediately trashed

$5 small cup soda (flat)

$10!! funnel cake

$15 stoopid light up gun that's driving me insane



Potential business partners, please e-mail me.

It's a circus around here!

Piglet and I went to the raising of the circus bigtop this morning at the ungodly hour of 7:00.
He rode a pony:



Got his face painted:


And I met my new husband:

He's very European and stylish. Unfortunately, he has a significant other:

So we are sad:

We go home and distract ourselves with mindless computer drivel to mend our broken heart.

The actual circus is tomorrow. Our heads may very well explode before then.

Maybe it should say "INbred"

Do you see the blurry "I" there? Yesterday it was an "E". Yep, that car sat there for two weeks with "HYBRED" written on the windscreen. I go back to take the pic and someone fixed it.
Such is my luck.