I’ve always wanted too. But I never quite had the guts, because, you know, fat girls aren’t supposed too! When you go in, they say oh no, not that, you need something that will accentuate, yet slenderize! You don’t want to do that…

Yes. Yes I did. But I caved every time, and went longer then I wanted, I let them accentuate the cheekbones, and attempt to slenderize the unslenderizeable… After all, they were the professionals, they would know right?

But you know something? I decided round about Christmas time, that I didn’t give a shit. There is not a single haircut in the WORLD that is going to hide the fact that my double chin is attempting to eat my face. No haircut in the world is gonna slenderize anything in my overly round very plump face. It’s not gonna happen, and by god, I am sick of pulling my hair straight back in a bun every single day, of having it just THERE and doing NOTHING because I’m not a girly girl. I wanted something that I could get up, run my fingers through and be done with it!

I wanted a “dyke cut”.
(Yes. I so went there.)

Or, if you MUST be PC - something pixie-ish, but not so cute sounding. I wanted my hair SHORT. SHORT SHORT. Not “oh we’ll only go a little shorter then your shoulders… that’ll help accentuate your cheekbones..” Honey, the only thing that’ll find my cheek bones is something that’s balanced on the fat, ok? I wanted it SHORT.

So today? Despite the fact that its -30 below, despite the fact that most folks are growing their hair in order to keep their ears warm (remember, mine’s always back in a bun anyway!), and with the willing aid of a hairdresser who was excited about the prospect of cutting all my hair off and giving me what I wanted…

I went short. “Pixie” short. I got myself a dyke cut. And I LOVE IT. It’s off the back of my neck, its out of my face, it’s fun to run my fingers through, I can spike it up if I want, my cowlick is worked into the style so it looks like it’s SUPPOSED to do what it does, it’s my natural color with a touch of left over blue on the bangs, and I’ll save a fortune in hair dye once I decide what color I want to go. And also? official confirmation from the stylist to make my daughter shut up - not a single gray hair to be found. SO THERE. Heh.

What, you wanna see? Fiiiiiiiiine. Here ya go - in all my fat-faced glory!

As you can see - the pup finally got her wish and got her hair cut too. She decided she wanted to channel a little Posh Spice, and went for the a-line bob, with a fringe bang. She adores it!

PS - oh yeah. When dad saw it, he just stared for a long moment…

Me: I know, you like it long.
Dad: It’s not that.. it’s.. you look just like your mom! That picture on the wall, when she was young, and she had her hair so short… you look just like your mom.
Me: Well, long as it was when she was YOUNG, it’s all good..

(Yes, we both got smacked when we related said convo to mom.)

Up till midnight - Check.
Yelled Happy New Year to Teenagers and the Pup - Check.
Naptime - Check.

Hope your evening was as eventful as ours!

It’s almost 2009, and we’re freezing to death. Ok, not literally, but it IS a bit chilly. Think I’m kidding? Oh honey, you have NO idea. You see, we woke up to a OMGBRR temp of -23F this morning. Yes, MINUS 23. As in 23 BELOW ZERO, where 32 ABOVE zero is considered “freezing”. Umhm. I know. You’re totally jealous, aren’t you?

Inside the house, this old drafty house that can only contain heat if it’s actually summertime which does us no good at all in the wintertime, this drafty house where the heater is going non-stop and keeps on doing it’s best to keep heat moving… inside the house, it’s about 60-62 degrees. That doesn’t seem chilly, until you’ve been in it for a while, and suddenly, it’s not exactly warm any longer. No, it’s a little nipply, and the fingers are a little cold, and doesn’t everyone bundle up under blankets and sweatshirts and socks and GLOVES when their inside in order to keep typing because hey, my fingers, they are COLD?

Yeah. You’re jealous.
And you also think I’m totally exaggerating, don’t you?
Guess again:

Yeah. Who’s laughing now? Oh yeah. You are. Right. Harumph. Send hot chocolate?!

Let me be clear - I have loved Neil Patrick Harris for a long time - long time. But How I Met Your Mother always conflicted with something else, so I was unaware of the AWESOME that is Barny.

I know. I r shamed.

However, since everyone is always raving about it, I went ahead and bought myself Season one and two for christmas. And Oh. My. Gawd. people - teh FUNNEH! The girl and I have been laughing like crazy as we stayed up till 3 am two nights in a row in order to finish our HIMYM marathon.

It is THAT awesome.

Now I have to locate season three, and since I just discovered it’s in season four, THAT ONE TOO. It ranks right up there on the Awesome scale with Pushing Daisies ya’ll, with the added benefit that it? Has not yet been canceled.

Heh. Would that ABC were as smart as CBS, hm?

You see, Santa called Auntie Ladybug, and told her that the kids were invited to breakfast on Monday morning. That included an invitation for The Pup. When the pup heard this - she was SO EXCITED! My faith was restored! We still had a believer! Or did we…

Auntie took all the kids to the breakfast, where there were banana pancakes and other goodies, and of course visits to the Big Man himself. The two littlest, Buglet and Ladybug, were beside themselves with JOY! and CHRISTMAS! and OMG SANTA! And too cute for words. Then it was the older kiddos turn…

The Pups turn.

Auntie had to CONVINCE her to go up there - not because she was scared, but because AUNTIE! Banana PANCAKES! and PLEASE I’m too OLD…

(That sound you just heard? mah heart breakin! BREAKIN!)

But she did go up and stand next to him. And chat a bit. Ok - it was the pup, she discovered he was a captive audience and wouldn’t shaddup. (I hear she gave him the entire history about who Santa is, where the whole thing originated, etc. Yeah, I know. only MY kid, right? Right.) Ha! She asked for a Christmas Full Of Love (…cheeeeeeeeese alert!) and someone to teach her guitar, because she’s had her Barbie one for two years and still doesn’t know and GOSH - course she wants to play the french horn for band, so… whatev. Anyway. She posed in a “GOSH DO I HAVE TOO” arms crossed moment, until Santa asked if she was ticklish - and almost ended up with her in his lap for his troubles. And also? A picture that’s cute beyond words. observe:

Pup with Santa

Sigh. Too old. My baby, my LAST BABY is officially too old. Hand me my cane, will ya? And also - GET OFFA MAH LAWN! Sigh.

It’s a good thing that at MY house - EVERYONE believes. Because if you don’t? There’s no gifts. I even believe. Even if I already know what I’m getting because I bought it myself. ha!