Saturday, July 26, 2008

Weaving A New Extension of Myself

I have pondered the idea of acquiring a lovely set of hair extensions for a long time.

I think I would like to try them.

Now, before you start laughing at me, let me go ahead and tell you that I have been laughed at a-plenty in my lifetime, so your sassy commentary and mocking will have no effect on me. (I watched cartoons in high school and no one's commentary bothered me then, and that was probably way worse than extensions. Maybe.)

I already hate my hair (see my aforementioned blog concerning this to know all of the intricate little details surrounding this notion) so hating it even more wouldn't necessarily bother me, either. In other words, if I tried extensions and did not like them, it wouldn't be too bad - I already loathe my hair, anyway. What do I have to lose?

Several of my friends (school friends, family friends, best friends) giggled and protested when I mentioned getting extensions. They told me I would look different. They told me I would look fake. Can I mention that all of these women who giggled and protested have REALLY GREAT HAIR?? Of course they giggled! Why would you get extensions when you have really great hair??? The aristocracy of hair will always think differently of the hair-challenged proletariat.

As for the comment about me looking fake - let's take this into perspective, people. There isn't a whole lot of "real" left on me. I have a reconstructed nose (yes, that means plastic surgery) that was the result of an unfortunate incident at my Mom's pool in the summer before 8th grade. I have a reconstructed mouth full of veneers after an unfortunate incident on my Mom's front porch when I was a baby (concrete stairs can be a killer). I have highlighted hair, plucked eyebrows, and I love to use Jergen's fake tanner. I'm already a fakey. A set of extensions really wouldn't damage my reputation too much.

Will I get extensions? Probably not. I actually think my hair may be too thin to hold them (another reason as to why I hate my hair). They cost a fortune as well, and I don't think I could see myself spending a fortune on fake pieces of hair that may or may not work on my pea head.

I may change my mind. I may get them one day. And when I do, all of you who have giggled and protested will say, "Wow, I was wrong! Dana's hair extensions make her look like a blond Jessica Alba! Not Fantastic Four Jessica Alba, just an amazing, blond one!" My hair of stunningly beautiful Hollywood hair will make everyone jealous....right? Right?

Stop giggling!!!

See how great I would look???

Wednesday, July 23, 2008

When life calls for chocolate...and Kathi.

There are few things in life that are better than chocolate and summer. I can name a few. Mr. Darcy might be better...but he isn't real and therefore shouldn't be used in this circumstance.

I just realized that I really adore dark chocolate. I don't know what it is. I bought some chocolate truffles from Target (that Hershey's Cacao's not the greatest but it'll do) and I've been hooked ever since. I have dreams about those chocolate-dipped strawberries at Godiva. Oh, my goodness...I could eat a whole plate of those twenty-dollar bits of bliss.

I also think about summer often. I often think that my recent indolence could really develop into a life-long habit. I think I could spend the rest of my days nibbling on chocolate, hanging out by the pool, having fun with Jeremy, and taking those wonderful trips to Turnstile with Kathi. I don't really want it to end.

I know that after awhile I would feel guilty for my laziness - convicted, even. I don't think I could live without something to do. I don't think weekly bridge, time with a personal trainer, and living the so-called "good life" is a life I really want to experience. I cannot imagine living a life that does not help a child.

But for now, while the summer sun hangs low in the sky and its vestige reminds me of summers long past, I'll enjoy the few days of freedom I have left.

The hallways of school, shimmering with their waxy newness, are calling me back to reality. Gratefully, that reality has plenty of chocolate and Kathi to help me through it. :)

Friday, July 11, 2008

Oh yes, Wii did...

Ooohhh....what to play next??

Jerm and I broke down and bought the ever-so-difficult-to-find Wii. Heather Reed's Dad found on in Hiram and asked if we wanted it. I decided that if fate connected us with a Wii that we would take the plunge and get one!! I wasn't expecting to get my hands on one for some time, but we were appreciative and surprised!

The Wii, for those of you that may not know what a Wii is, is one of the greatest video game systems ever. To me, it ranks right up there with the original Nintendo (you know, the one that you had to beat on and blow on to get it to work?). Wiis are motion-activated, so you can play tennis like one would really play tennis, baseball similar to the way one would play baseball, etc. You can even go online and download Nintendo games from the past. So far, we have Zelda, Double Dragon and Punch-Out (But not Mike Tyson's can't get that one after Tyson proved to be an abuser and an all-around jerk back in the day. This one has a white guy that looks suspiciously like a white Mike Tyson).

Ahem. Anyway, we are pretty obsessed. Jeremy and I have been having Wii competitions up until the wii hours of the night (hahaha...sorry, couldn't resist). I have to say that this has been a great way to spend time with my husband. A little friendly competition never hurt anyone, right? We have a great group of friends that we hope will come and play with us soon. Please come and play Wii with us! We hope to get our hands on that mysterious Wii Fit soon!

So, yes - this is all I have to talk about right now. The summer has been good to us and I am enjoying every sunlit minute of it.

This may be worse than coffee...

Sunday, July 6, 2008

Lois Lane, Where Are You?

Check this out:

It is an article featuring the females in my family. We are all North Hall Beauties, which apparently must be newsworthy to someone. I'm not quite sure who would find this amusing. This article took me by surprise. Didn't The Times have anything else to report on? They must have needed the article space when JG carwash backed out of their ad for the week...ugh.

I was once a journalism major. I studied under a wonderful lady at Brenau who worked for the Atlanta Journal Constitution. She once said the most important thing for a journalist to do was to "tell the truth."

Well, this article says I graduated in 1989 (I really graduated in 1998, which makes me feel old enough as it is) and that I teach at East Hall HIGH School, not the middle school.

Journalistic integrity has gone down the drain. A simple phone call could have cleared all of this up.

Where is Lois Lane when you need her?