not so wordless but at least it's wednesday.

oops with an ending.

Allow me to fall all over myself with apologies for my poorly timed mini-vaca from everything but Facebook Scrabble all things internet.

I finally do have an update and an ending to what turned out to be a very long and very stressful summer.

See, Spouse was in danger of loosing his job. Well, maybe not in danger...lets say in imminent removal from. We had just 90 days for him to find a new one and let me just say those 90 days were hell.

There was pretty much a 98% chance we were going to have to move; whether it was to a new job in NH or back to NJ to live with my Dad. I even considered going back to work if Spouse was unemployed.

The horror.

We were making contingency plans.

We've been snipping at each other for months. There was no peace in this house, there was no money. Things were looking pretty scary.

And than a remarkable thing happened. This countries major financial institutions started to crumble.

Have I mentioned Spouse works in the crumbling financial industry? Well he does.

So finding a newer shinier job got that much harder. His old one started looking pretty good to him.

Have I mentioned Spouse is a pretty fast talker? Well he is.

And he gets to keep his job; with a few changes and a longer commute to a different campus.

Whatever.

We keep our house, we keep our new(ish) town.

We are actually happy again, a giant looming cloud was lifted. Can't you hear the angels singing?

So how did I celebrate? I instantly grabbed the baby and took off for Vermont to BF and family for a week. Leaving Spouse here alone. Aren't I nice?

Well it was the best thing; after this summer we needed a break.

Life is Good....at least that's what the tire cover on my Jeep says.

Now after I attend to my baby's cold/teething nightmare/growth spurt I will be blogging again.
I swear.

Oh and Amber...no more cliff hangers...Promise.

Her Crowning Glory.

I haven't cut my hair in about 12 years.

(not on purpose anyways)

My hair is my only real vanity. Well and my nails, but for the purpose of this post it is all about my hair.

As my Bubs (Jewish Grandmother) always said..."A woman's hair is her crowning glory".

(Imagine her saying this with great flair and drama...all Bubbies talk with great flair and drama)

Bubs:


Clearly a bumper is not a woman's crowning glory.

(more on her later)

Traumatized at the tender age of 9; a blind Irish nun thought I was a boy- I decided I would never ever cut my hair again.

And I stuck to it.

What I grew was a poofy 1980's blown out disaster.

If 'Air Supply' was a hair style it was mine.

You know the Pekingese? Sorta like that without the low to the ground waddle.

I thought I was all that.

Then, when I was about 16 I realized that my hair was actually curly.

We're talking spirals.

Doh!

I flooffed, I flounced, I fluffed.
I hung my head upside down to shake and shimmy every curl into perfect placement.

Great care and execution was taken in hair presentation.

But now?

Who has time to flooff, flounce, shake, shimmy or you know...wash hair this long?

My once cascading waterfall of auburn curls has been reduced to a near dreadlocked state....and it's gray.

Gray!
(%^*#!&$ Irish blood)

So I am cutting it off! Off I say! Off with the hair!

Locks of Love OFF!

But I am freakin' man.

Freakin'-out.

Because, the only times I have attempted so much as a trim I have been butchered by sadistic bottom dwellers.

So I asked my OB, who has very much the same hair type as I do -where she went.

I mean I trusted her with the life of my child so my hair is the next natural progression right?

Right?

...and next Saturday...

(the 23rd, not the 16th; as I believe the 16th to be this Saturday therefore making the 23rd the next one...get it? Spouse doesn't, this is an argument we have daily.)

...next Saturday I am going in.

Cut. Color. Style.

And again I say I am FREAKIN'...

Because what I want is this:

But what I fear I am going to end up with is this:

Blind Irish nun indeed.