My Christian Kane Fantasy

Ok, I know what you're thinking. That I'm going to share some sexy dream I had about actor Christian Kane. I know, there's been precedent for that on this blog. And I do think he's a sexy guy.

But my fantasy is actually about his hair. I want it. Specifically, as it's styled on the show Leverage. every time we watch the show I'm distracted by his hair: "How do they get it to stay out of his eyes? How to they keep it off his face?? How long does that take?"

I got my hair colored and styled Monday, and my awesome stylist with her round brush did amazing things. Tuesday morning I put on a tank top and short-sleeve shirt and HEY! There it is, the Eliot look!

What do you think:

Whazza?

I have been so negligent ... even my ad network has left me (temporarily)! Apologies all around.
I'm having trouble logging into Google (aka Blogger) consistently -- this time it worked, hooray.

I missed 2 weeks of Haiku Friday?? My schedule must be off.
Why, yes it is... school's out for the summer!

"Summer camp" started today. In quotes because DuckyBoy is figuring it out: "It's just school!" (Well, yes, but only 4 hours' worth. And not as intense.) But, he had a good time anyway today, even on the bus because his friend whose mom drives him during the year is on it for the summer. (Not that they're Best Friends ... he's certain to point that out to us every time we mention this kid's name. Sheesh.)

Remembered this weekend that he sleepwalks/ sleep talks when he's very anxious ... which is right before something new. There, it's in print now. One year I'll notice the pattern.

Looks like I make more typos than usual after I've had 2 g&t's. Imagine that.

Had a heart-wrenching heart-to-heart with DB tonight about being happy. "Every other kid is happy except me."

Happiness is fleeting, I tell him, and also that all those other kids don't rethink every minute of their day Every.Single.Time. "Can I brush my teeth in bed? "You don't comb my hair on weekends!"

I even had to tell him that people comb their hair on weekends. I know that's hard to hear, I said. Dad and I have tried to protect you from the pain you feel, but it's not working. So you might as well know.

I'm sure I contributed to his being this way. And I'm just as sure it's partly genetic, as both adults in the household are on Zoloft. But what else can I do???
Tough love, redefined. In a marshmallow sort of way.

Overall the end of the year went really well for him. I got "guypped" out of a party-ish thing at the pool club on the last day of school: ALL the other moms (and their kids) were going, we were all going to order pizza, play in the pool, yadda yadda, I was telling peopole I was going up until like a half-hour before pickup time ...

... at which time DB informed me in no uncertain terms all he wanted to do was Go. Home.

I forget how anxious the end of year makes him.

So we went home.

I hope I did the right thing.

A Hair Affair Update

First I want to say thanks for the nice and interesting comments on last week's hairy haiku!

I'm almost embarrassed to post because I don't have an "After" photo yet of my hair -- but I'm sooo happy I got it cut, and of course colored. I honestly had no idea how long my own hair is. It's been weeks since I've worn it not-in-a-ponytail. And wavy! I have a wave in my hair! This is 100 percent news to me; I thought my hair was stick-straight and always would be.

And! I found a nice salon. Which is huge for me, I'm very intimidated by salons and hairstylists in general.

Which is probably why I've gone to a barber for 5 years.

Anyway, I've been getting lots of compliments, I feel like the moms whose hair I admire at school, and I promise to post a pic as soon as I can re-create the style my new best friend did for me!! (Or a fraction thereof. She did give me tips.)

Long Hair is a Hassle!

I've been growing my hair for almost 2 years now. This is the first time in my 44 years that it's ever been this long. It was longish at the end of high school and when I had DuckyBoy, but it was never long enough to put it all in a ponytail, etc. until this time.

And now I know why my Grandma Wright kept her long hair up in a bun -- otherwise, it sheds everywhere! And it's all over the bathroom when I brush it, I have to slick it into place to keep it from fuzzing out all over my head in that unattractive Earth Mom non-style, eeesh!

I think that once short styles became popular, like, in the 1930s, the women in my maternal family said, "That's it, I'm done with this junk!" and cut it short. Grandma Meeker, my mom, my aunts. They learned the hard way!

My sister had long hair in '72 when it was trendy, but now that I think of it, it's been short ever since.

Aaaand, now I know why.

I'll keep on struggling for now, because I'm still having fun.

But I think the clock is ticking.