Talking. A lot. To anyone who will listen.
Luckily, I have a super-cool friend (or “cohort”, as he prefers to be called) who runs a pretty nifty little podcast called “The Inexplicable Dumb Show”. The title kinda lends itself to moi, doesn’t it? I know. While the podcast tends to circle around professional theatre, they wanted to delve into the sordid and incestuous world that is community theatre. I had a lot of fun, and we talked about buffalo wings. And Mackenzie Phillips.
You can listen to the IDS Podcast by clicking on the graphics below. Many thanks to Tee and Jo(h)n for having me talk and then letting EVERYONE listen.
Considering cutting my hair.
Y’all, it has been YEARS since I have subjected you to the daily drama that is my hair. I know you’ve missed it. I have too. Mostly because it means that nothing is happening to it or with it or in it or ANYTHING. I’m dying over here. And DYING WITH BAD HAIR. Not that it’s bad, necessarily, but it’s definitely boring as hell.
Enter my new coveted hairstyle:
Well. Shit. I can’t find the damn picture. It’s NOWHERE.
Like, seriously. The first time I googled “short hair”, it was on EVERY freakin’ page and now it’s NOWHERE.
Lemme look again. MAYBE THIS IS A SIGN FROM GOD.
Okay, there. I tweeted it while we were heading to the game on Saturday, and all of you peeps were VERY supportive, excepting my husband and Elaine, who thought it looked like 1) Kate Gosseline and 2) it came out of a wood chipper, respectively. And I feel you, I feel your honesty, and Imma let you finish but JENNIFER ANNISTON HAD THE BEST SHORT LAYERED CUT OF ALL TIME!
Anyway, now I’m all conflicted because while I was searching for that picture, I found these pics, all of which I would love to have on my head:
And then.. there’s this oddity:
Which, um.. made me wet my pants out of fear..
And then there’s this:
Which seems to have replaced my first hair picture as the Picture that Appears on All Pages of Search.
Anyway, so I may just get crazy and stop in somewhere and do it. I’m just OVER having this much hair to worry about.
Getting Ready to Run for Boobies
When I was 21, I found a golf-ball sized lump in my left breast. Thank all beings above that it was benign, but it was life-alteringly scary. Which is not a real term, but I THINK YOU KNOW WHAT I’M SAYING HERE. The point is: I advocate Breast Cancer research and fundraising and think everyone should.
With that in mind, I’m running a local 5K here that will benefit our local Women’s & Children’s Center by providing services to local women in terms of diagnosis, treatment, and recovery of breast cancer. I’d LOVE for anyone to donate who may be so inclined; you can find my personal donation page here. It’s a great way to kick-off October (which is Breast Cancer Awareness month), and I’m all about any organization that allows me to wear pink.
EATING SOME SWINE FOR LUNCH
I was fortunate to be married to Bryan because he totally scored some GREAT seats to the Alabama vs. Arkansas game. Bryan, Jack, my dad, and myself all drove in the pouring rain to Tuscaloosa, where the weather then cleared, clouds parted, sunbeams danced, and THE TIDE ROLLED!!
My dad, in particular, was excited to be there. BEHOLD:
Alright, alright. I can’t judge. I had mine poised the entire time too.
Anyway, we had a fabulous time. It made for a great family memory.
Whatchall been doin?