Dear Hair Gods...

Once upon a time I had really pretty hair!  And considering I had really fat legs - I had to take what I could get and capitalize on my hair.  Only back in the "Once Upon A Time" time, I was 16 to 18 and didn't know that guys really liked long hair. Like it was a condition to date or something. So mostly all it did was make me feel better about myself because people complimented on it.

Fast Forward to age 40.  After years of battle between all of my personalities:  My Will Power personality won out for 18 months!  I happen to have the very good fortune of having really healthy hair (I'm sure it's my chardonnay supplements that help this) so usually just go in for my highlights and maybe once every 6 months get a trim.  I was looking back on last Thanksgiving time and Christmas and EWU games that went clear into December last year (sigh... ) and how freakin long my hair had gotten for the first time since I was pregnant with  my oldest (who will be 22 next Tuesday).

Then it happened.  We flew to Dallas, Texas for the FBS Championship between our EWU Eagles and Delaware Blue Hens.  I was coming down with a nasty sinus infection and dang it if there wasn't humidity in Frisco, Texas!  I managed to make it through the first two days down there without letting it affect me but my nerves were beating the chardonnay supplements to a pulp.  The chardonnay and appletini's weren't winning and I was feeling that tug.  

I was feeling my worst the day of the game and nothing was working.  The "little" Minn boys were hungry and tired of eating at the hotel restaurant.  Or perhaps we were tired of them eating there because it wasn't necessarily cheap.  So we drove down some road to some center where there happened to be some donut place and it was there, while Jeff was in picking out the donuts, that I searched on my then handy Droid for a salon somewhere in the vacinity of "we don't know where we are, but seriously needing a salon".  And luck be a lady if there wasn't a place in the hoity toity center across from our hotel!  Jeff told me I didn't want to do it and of course I gave him that wifely look that said "You don't know what you're talking about." Followed by the "I'm going to be SO MUCH HAPPIER once I have this done, because it will be SO MUCH EASIER" look.  Followed by the "If you say ANOTHER word, or even look at me look, you will wish you could sit alone, naked, at the game, next to Vice President Biden."  And so, he didn't.  And of course later, I had words for him for not stopping me.

First of all - the salon was pretty sweet and trendy and I thought I was likely going to spend equal to what I spent here or more - especially when they asked if I'd like a glass of chardonnay.  I'm NOT kidding.  I declined because it was only 11:00 AM AND because I thought it might affect my ability to say "No, please don't cut it any shorter than that."  In retrospect, I probably should have had the wine.  *&^#%(*  

So I cut it, short...  above the shoulders and LOVED it that day.  Loved it the ENTIRE day and into the night.  I suppose some of that has to do with the fact that EWU won the National Championship and our boys and so many people we've met while oldest son has been on the team were all there, celebrating!  So much fun!  Totally want a repeat but, since we can't do that this year, will suffice for next year - January 2013!

Back to reality and to my then hair stylist here three weeks later to highlight and trim it up a bit to even out the lengths and such.  Annnnddddd we're back to square one.  Damn the humidity.  Damn the sinus infection.  Damn my husband!  If only he would have TRIED harder to talk me out of such a stupid decision!

There is good news in here somewhere...  I'm now 11 months in to growing it out again.  "Will Power" took over and is determined to make sure nothing out of the ordinary is planned to mess with the "do".  She also found a new hair stylist in July that is a fraction of the cost, much easier to talk to and doesn't make me feel shameful when I say "No, I don't think I need a trim just yet."   11 down, 7 more to get to where I was a year ago.

I think I can, I think I can, I think I can.

P.S. - The Salon in Frisco, chardonnay and all... was CHEAPER than my gal here.  In case you were wondering.

So Many Things To Rant About - But 1 Means More on 11/29/2011

After my very first post on day two of S.A.T. 2011 - I received an email asking why I am so against Facebook.  All I'm going to say on that for now is that I'm NOT.  It's a goal.  I think Mark Zuckerberg is a genius.  I also think Justin Timberlake is a genius.  And Steve Jobs.  And I think George Clooney is unbelievably sexy - though that's off topic.

But for the sake of right now - I am going to save my response to that question for tomorrow.  Or sometime in the next 363 days anyhow.  Depends on what strikes me tomorrow.  I actually had about 4 things that I could easily write about today - after my trip to the store for frosting after working out, to my first "ride" through the Starbucks drive thru today, to my stop at the post office and an email that caught me off guard today.  That one has to go on a list to speak about because it made me wonder what people thought in the car next to me after I read it.  No... I didn't read it while I was driving.  Well, okay... yes I did, sort of.  If only my husband would get me SIRI, I could listen to my most important emails whilst driving.  

Speaking of my husband.  HE is the very reason why I am not posting on all of those other things that I just know you're dying to read what I have to say about them.  Even though you don't know exactly what they are.  

Jeffrey Thomas Minnerly I (there isn't a II or Jr or III - I just liked how it looks), was born in Anaheim, California to an unwed young lady and a boy that played piano... (I think) on 11/29/1967.  He was adopted a few months later by his mum n dad - Jean and Tom Minnerly.  Years later...  as a senior at Ferris High School, he developed a crush on yours truly.  And the rest, (the breakups, makeups, kid, wedding, kids, counseling, short separation, reconciliation, moves to this place and that but ONLY after we knew exactly WHERE the Christmas tree would go, dog #1, then dog #2 and years later [again], dog #3, trips here and there, learning how to argue constructively and FINALLY, FINALLY learning that if I giggle when he comes out of the closet in the morning he really should consider changing his clothes!)  is, as they say history!

So for today's post - I just want the world (or as it were, my 5 followers) to know that today is one cool cats' birthday!  My forever.  And to everyone else, one of the funniest, most easy going guys out there.  

Happy Birthday gaggy!  (To be covered sometime later.  Sooner, than later.)

The Goal - 525,600 Minutes; A.K.A - One YEAR

According to my sources, it takes 3 weeks of doing something to make it a "habit".  I can't cite the sources because there aren't any actually - it's just a saying I've heard a few hundred times.  I mean, I know there are "sources" out "there" that can tell you something much like that, so I'll let them tell you, or me for that matter what it actually is.

Last year, on the S.A.T. (Sunday After Thanksgiving) I deactivated my Facebook account just to see if I could live without it.  It was a difficult task for a while and I was constantly asking my  husband what our boys were up to.  I felt like I was missing parts of their lives that I usually only "heard" about on Facebook.  He would laugh at me and tell me to "just get back on... you know you're going to."  Well... I'm a little competitive, a skoche hard headed and a woman to boot.  So when he said "just get back on... you know you're going to." that semi-pissed me off.  I made it three (3) months without being on Facebook.  I actually reactivated my account so that while we were on vacation for the first time ever in Los Cabos, Mexico, I could post photos and rub in to everyone back up here in the Snowy Northwest, what beautiful weather we were enjoying.  And ohhhh did we!  It was sunny and 87 to 90 every day.... nevermind - back to the original topic.

So I've been back and forth on Facebook over the course of this last year and as we neared Thanksgiving 2011, I told my husband I was once again, deactivating my Facebook page/account/personality.  What I didn't tell him was that my intent is to make it a year.  Yes, one year.  And no, not dog years.  From this S.A.T. (Sunday, November 27, 2011) to next S.A.T. (Sunday, November whatever, 2012).  I deactivated yesterday at 5:25 P.M.  One little hiccup this afternoon when I turned on my Christmas Tunes on Spotify - it reactived my FB!  So I changed the Spotify to the dog's account (see below) and RE-deactived the account.  Good lord!

So, I have cancelled that account but I have to come clean on a "second" account in my dogs' names.  Yes, for real.  I actually created the account for my dogs after a few of my friends had done the same with their pets.  I thought it was a novel idea and fun, quirky.  I made a few posts from it, but mostly never did anything with it.  I am considering blasting it too, but here's the hang up:  A few months ago someone in my family was killed in a terrible accident - she is gone too soon and my way of coping in times like that/this is to be a work horse.  Move move move.  Let's do something.  Let's make it "right".  I mean, we can't make it "right", because that would mean reversing the stars and heavens and having her back with us.  So when I say "right" I mean by keeping her alive to the best of our ability.  When my girlfriend had an awful, life threatening accident a year and a half ago I was moving - setting up a CaringBridge site, organizing meals, meeting people to pick up meals and donations and transferring them to the family... so stuff like that.  Well through my Facebook page I was the creator of a Facebook Page that is responsible for advertising t-shirts that family members are selling where the proceeds will go to a scholarship in our loved ones name at her former high school.  A middle-class, white persons (not meant to be discriminatory at all! as there are NO scholarships like this in the world) scholarship.  So I transferred "ownership" of this to my dogs' account, my husbands and one other family member.  My dogs account has 6 friends.  One who joined because of her dog.  The person we are memorializing, two of her close family members and my husband and one other special friend of mine.  I *THINK* I have blocked the page from getting messages and tried to configure the privacy so that it's as private as it can be.  I removed all "favorites" and "Liked" pages other than the foundation page...  I removed the other 22 "friends" the dogs had and am hoping this will work the way I intend it to.  The alternative is to wax the dogs Facebook page and let my husband do the updates that I am particularly anal about with timing, words and just plain GETTING IT DONE!  I know the ladies understand what I'm saying here.  So, therein lies the dilemma, sort of.

So aside from staying out of Zuckerburg... Zuckerberg?s' world - the other part of this is to make a daily post to a blog.  It's intent is not to tell you about withdrawals or hallucinations I'm having because I'm off and need that "just one hit" gig, but rather, to babble on about whatever in blazes I feel like blabbing on about.  

I'm a person that says it like it is and doesn't feel like we should have to think-through-every-cotton-pickin-thing-we-say-because-we-might-offend-someone, kind of person.  When did the world get like that?  Drives me insane.  So I've offended plenty because I don't play that game.  If people don't like you, me, whoever because of who we really are - then they're not worth our time, spirit, love, energy, tears, laughter.  Period.  

So I might write about an idiot driver, rude solicitor, funny joke, Justin Bieber, dogs, husbands, lazy husbands, husbands who sit on the toilet too long a few times a day, awesome family, not-so-awesome family, stupid movies, pet-peeves, etc.  And you may likely not give one rats' ass about any of it, but maybe you do.  

Holy Blogger Batman... here I go!
Cheers!