Random Thought...

I've seen this picture several times the last few days. Each time I scroll through my pictures to find the one I want, I see this one.

I love my hair in this picture. It's short. It's really short. And I remember when I took this picture, I thought to myself, "I would like my hair to be a little shorter." What? That's some pretty short hair.

When I was at girls camp, I sat in meetings and watched these teenage girls braid each other's long locks. I was a little envious of how long their hair is. But then I remember what I nick-named myself when I have long hair and no bangs: slick-back girl. Not a pretty picture.

My hair is getting there again. It's sad how fast my hair grows. Maybe it's just sad at the lack of desire I have to go get it cut again. I constantly contemplate growing my hair out. I have really straight, really thick hair. It would probably be pretty long by Christmas if I let it keep growing and just got trims every so often.

I don't know if I could handle it. I would probably have to get some swoopy bangs or something to go with it because I have a pretty high forehead. Long, straight hair just leads me to think back on the 70's and I am not down with that.

So I guess it's time to take the plunge...cut it or grow it out...that is the question.

How short is too short and when you're over 30, how long is to long?

--I would never shave my head bald...probably have to many divots or bumps to pull that one off. As for to long, I just don't want to look like I'm trying to be something I'm not.

What's your favorite feature?

--I like my feet. I am not a feet person, but my feet are nice. I have pretty toes and pretty toe nails that I keep nicely groomed. And if I ever have a problem with my feet, Oswald will just fix that for me! He's handy like that.

What did you want to be when you grew up?

--I wanted to be a doctor for the longest time. Then I realized how much math goes into the schooling, and I scratched that idea. Then I wanted to be the next Katie Couric, and Meridith Viera stole that from underneath me. Squashed my dreams, flat!