I have nothing today so I am bring out one of my older posts.
As I am getting on in life my body is going through some changes. One of the cruelest is that the hair is leaping off of my head and reappearing on my ears. The balding thing you notice right away, but the ear thing it takes awhile. One day you look in the mirror and you've got this 6 foot hair sticking out from your ear. So you pluck that out, but now you are aware of it , so it becomes a part of your morning routine. Brush your teeth, wash your face and check you ears for that 4 foot hair. Some times I feel like a monkey grooming myself. Also I have become very aware of long ear hair on everyone. It's a sickness. When I see someone with dog like ear I say, to myself, have you no mirrors, have you no one to pull you aside and say "Hey Spot how about getting yourself a good ear trim." Don't wait till your birthday and your first gift is a ear comb, or wait till your wife starts rubbing you behind the ears and saying " your such a good boy, yes you are", and the next thing you know you've got a milk bone in your mouth. Act now!
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I have a confession to make... I'm racist against my hair. It's reverse racism. There is too much white hair, and not enough black hair.
You know, it never used to be this way. People looked at my hair, and said that is black hair. I'm here to tell you that the old saying is NOT true... "once you've had black, you'll never go back". Rubbish.
For your next re-run, bring back "My spin instructor is trying to kill me".
That was the first post of yours I ever read and probably the funniest too.
- Snoot
Well Willie,
Since you are on the subject of hair I will chime in on this post. This happens to be a very sore subject for me.
My hair has gotten straighter and more grey with age so I had the brilliant idea of getting a "body wave" or "permanent" to help me get through the summer months and add a little spunk to my style.I left the hair salon on Friday night with a fresh set of curls and then took a bike ride with my triathletes in training. The mosquitos and black flies were attracted to the odor of the permanent solution and they deciced to have a banquet on my face and neck. I woke up the next morning with blisters, hives and swelling in my eye sockets. God is punishing me for my vanity as I ruined my whole weekend and training regimen hiding beneath my hat and dark sunglasses popping benadryls like they were gum drops and continuously smearing my face and neck with hydrocortizone cream.
My apologies go out to Mary as I wanted to put together a belated birthday mix but I just couldn't muster the energy, I just kept wanting to sleep... Sorry to the class as well as I wasn't up to par. I'll make it up to you all next week God willing.
Lessons learned. Hair is what it is- it has it's own agenda. I'm done trying to mess with it. My advice to Willie & Snoots. Embrace that 4 foot long and white head of hair and just do the like Beatles " Let it Be". Learn to love it. I'm going to take a nap now...
~Amy~
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