Day Two

Dis mah hair, jo

I got super red hair! Wee! I don't want it to fade and to wash out! I want it to stay! Send me anti-fade vibes! This time we used a brand that was a tad more expensive so maybe it'll stick around. It definitely was a lot more potent color wise so fingers are crossed that it'll stick around longer. And if you're thinking, "Her hair doesn't look any shorter" well it's hard to capture that! But it is 5 inches shorter, people! It's weirdness! Trust me! Lots of weird!

Back to Millville!

Back to Millville again. I had a hair appointment and Gizmo had a vet appointment. I got about 5 inches off of my hair. It was brutal. I had such anxiety on the way to my appointment, even more so in the chair, and a heap more when it was done. It feels SO short! I don't know if I really like it. It's not above my shoulders or anything crazy, but it feels really weird to me. Luckily, it grows. Later I took Gizmo to the vet and thanks to his bark collar, he was the most behaved he's ever been. He used to be so bad and loud that they'd send us to a room immediately. I wouldn't even get to sign in he was so bad. But this time I signed in and took a seat in the waiting area. He wasn't dead silent, of course. He was all whining and growling and being a pain, but he was soooooooo much better. Unfortunately, the room we did finally get put into had the most disgusting photos on the wall. No cute puppy-kitten posters like some people hang up. These were photographs of intestines and some kind of surgery! Pretty gross. Even grosser than the cataracts poster in the other room. Later my newly cut hair got a fresh coloring, but more on that tomorrow!

two fur twos day

One of us got our hair cut and one of us went to the doctor.
Guess which is which!

Red, red, red

beforeafterI supposed when I did the "after" shot I should have taken it with my hair down, but oh well! I'm not going back and fixing it now! Be that as it may, I dyed my hair! There was a big confusing mess concerning getting an appointment where I normally go for my hair experiments and so this fine job was done by my very talented mother. It was no easy task dying all of my hair. There's a lot of it. With teamwork, we accomplished it! The picture may not do it prefect justice, but it's very red. For about 10 years or so (since the Little Mermaid was out, really) I've wanted to have really red hair. Due to my dark brunette hair, I've never been able to get it. Always getting a more burgundy-purple color than anything resembling red. So, when I started going blond, I decided that when I was over the blond, I would dye it red so I could finally have the red I really wanted. Well, I cut the blond thing short due to financial difficulties and the fact that my hair stylist was really just getting lazy. The last time he highlighted it, it came out all splotchy. It was terrible! So, I went red! I'm happy with it! I'm afraid to wash it! I don't want it to fade! That's the downer to reds. They fade, fade, fade. Ah well. Be fun while it lasts! And moreover, my hair magic has inspired someone else! I wonder if this post will keep that ball rolling!!

We just lowered his ears

I rarely update this early in the day, but I highly doubt anything else will happen today that will trump this! I don't remember the last time Gizmo got shaved. Probably Summer 2009. He's been getting by without one since I started cutting his hair the old fashioned way; with a pair of scissors. Don't be impressed. It was never a good job. It was always a hack job. A necessary evil. Just cutting it so it wouldn't be a big mat under his shirt, which he has to wear so he won't bite his dry skin. After his bath yesterday, I did my usual hacking off of chunks of fluffy matted Gizmo hair (which is always so much thicker and longer than the hair on his lower back which has never grown back the same since his infection), and I told my dad he could shave him whenever he had time. Well, low and behold, he had time today! He's lookin' pretty handsome! You gotta admit! But I won't be sad when his hair grows back either. I loves his fluffy Gizmo hair!

What gives, snow?!

There was a lot of casualties in the dig out. I lost a bell from my late grandmother's lapel pin. I lost the ability to move my back due to the worst and possibly most heavy shovel there is. I simply say "shovel" rather than "snow shovel" as this was not a shovel designed for snow shoveling and thus did a terrible job at it. Furthermore, my hair was seriously matted and dreaded during the hours it spent crammed and trapped under my coat, my scarf, and my hat. The snow has inflicted so many levels of torture on me! And what I'd like to know is what I did to piss snow off so bad to deserve this?! I thought snow could be big about all the smack I've been talking on it. Apparently not. Oh snow.

Are you Hootie?

Got home pretty late, as in pretty early, and hung around thinking that my mother was going to have some crazy early flight to get up for and it turns out she didn't have to leave until nearly 9am. So, I didn't wind up going to bed until after that. Then I drug myself out of bed in order to go to my hair appointment. Should have blew off the hair appointment and everything else and gone to Florida with her. Not only would it have saved me a lot of grief, but I could have gotten a free tattoo. Yes, my mother got her first tattoo AND it was FREE. My mother is street rat crazy. I love her. Which is the most obvious thing ever.

I may be skirting the issue slightly

While unsuccessfully browsing Steve McQueen's new clothing line [;)] in Target yesterday, I picked up a new mascara. It's supposed to make my brown eyes *pop!*

Point is, I put it on today. Are they popping?