21 hours ago
Crystal vs. Natalie
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Boredom
I've been having thoughts about growing my hair long. Like LONG. Like LLLLLLLLONG. But this odd stage in the growing process is making me think more about chopping it off, or better yet, shaving it again. Just the thought sends shivers screaming "Freedom" down my spine!
I find myself thinking about all the fun things I could do with my hair being long again, and then reality sets in and I remember that on many days, I just threw it up into a ponytail and couldn't care less. Or on hot, humid days, it'd get all frizzy and the only thing I could do to calm it was to douse it in gel and be a sticky, sweaty greaseball all day.
But then when I was bald, or even when I had really short hair, I used to look at long hair and wish I could do something with mine.
Can't win!!
So what's it gonna be, long or short?!
I find myself thinking about all the fun things I could do with my hair being long again, and then reality sets in and I remember that on many days, I just threw it up into a ponytail and couldn't care less. Or on hot, humid days, it'd get all frizzy and the only thing I could do to calm it was to douse it in gel and be a sticky, sweaty greaseball all day.
But then when I was bald, or even when I had really short hair, I used to look at long hair and wish I could do something with mine.
Can't win!!
So what's it gonna be, long or short?!
Yay rain!
There's a lot of rain in the forecast this week. I actually like the rain. I only get annoyed if I have important plans to do something that can't be postponed and that requires dry conditions.
I think my love for the rain stems from my love for galoshes. They're the best invention ever, really. I didn't own my first pair of galoshes until I was, oh, 26. They're actually my one-and-only pair. They cost me $13, and this was before, or just as, the fancy, stylized, and often overpriced galoshes came out. Galoshes aren't the prettiest shoes out there, and so I understand the desire to create patterned ones, but really, they don't have to be pretty--they're for mucking around in mud and splashing in puddles. They're for getting dirty. There's really no way to look glamourous when you have them on. Seriously function over form.
The first time I ever tried galoshes, I was, oh, 7 maybe? I was playing at my best friend's house, as I often did, and it started raining outside, which, you'd think, would put a damper on our afternoon. But my bestie never let things like that get in the way. She thought it might be fun to go and play IN the rain. I had no idea "play" and "rain" could be in the same sentence (unless it was, "You can't play in the rain."). Lucky for me, her older sister had recently outgrown her galoshes, so she wore her sister's while I borrowed hers. There was also a spare rain coat and kiddy umbrella for me to use. We went out in the rain, and, truly, I think that was one of the best moments of my childhood--learning that I could play in the rain, in rain gear, get wet, and be carefree because my clothes were totally dry. I still remember how fascinated I was at the sound of the rain hitting the hood of the rain coat and splashing, for the first time, in rain puddles. Since I was much smaller than my friend, she was kind enough to give me her rain coat when she outgrew it. I just remembered that now.
I also just remembered another rain-related memory from my childhood. Afternoons after school, hanging out with my sisters and younger brother were the best. We'd come home, have snack and watch a movie, and often times, it was a movie we had seen before. We had the hugest collection of copied VHS tapes ever. Recorded on EP too, so you could have up to 3 movies on one tape. Genius. And you have no idea how many days straight we watched Beauty and Beast after we got the tape. I know that movie by heart, seriously....
Once upon a time, in a far away land, a young prince lived in a shining castle. Although he had everything his heart desired, the prince was spoiled, selfish and unkind...
Little town, it's a quiet village, everyday like the one beforrrrrrre. Little town, full of little people, waking up to say...
Anyway, there was this one afternoon it was pouring outside. Really raining. And we decided to take the banig outside on the porch and sit and watch the rain from our sheltered haven. So calming.
These days I still love the rain. I love how refreshed flowers and grass look after a nice rainfall. I love the smell of spring and summer rain (whispers me to sleep then wakes me up again...). I love running in a windless rainfall. I love looking out the window at the rain falling on the balcony floor. One day, I'll watch the rain from a porch swing or something and take a nap.
I think my love for the rain stems from my love for galoshes. They're the best invention ever, really. I didn't own my first pair of galoshes until I was, oh, 26. They're actually my one-and-only pair. They cost me $13, and this was before, or just as, the fancy, stylized, and often overpriced galoshes came out. Galoshes aren't the prettiest shoes out there, and so I understand the desire to create patterned ones, but really, they don't have to be pretty--they're for mucking around in mud and splashing in puddles. They're for getting dirty. There's really no way to look glamourous when you have them on. Seriously function over form.
The first time I ever tried galoshes, I was, oh, 7 maybe? I was playing at my best friend's house, as I often did, and it started raining outside, which, you'd think, would put a damper on our afternoon. But my bestie never let things like that get in the way. She thought it might be fun to go and play IN the rain. I had no idea "play" and "rain" could be in the same sentence (unless it was, "You can't play in the rain."). Lucky for me, her older sister had recently outgrown her galoshes, so she wore her sister's while I borrowed hers. There was also a spare rain coat and kiddy umbrella for me to use. We went out in the rain, and, truly, I think that was one of the best moments of my childhood--learning that I could play in the rain, in rain gear, get wet, and be carefree because my clothes were totally dry. I still remember how fascinated I was at the sound of the rain hitting the hood of the rain coat and splashing, for the first time, in rain puddles. Since I was much smaller than my friend, she was kind enough to give me her rain coat when she outgrew it. I just remembered that now.
I also just remembered another rain-related memory from my childhood. Afternoons after school, hanging out with my sisters and younger brother were the best. We'd come home, have snack and watch a movie, and often times, it was a movie we had seen before. We had the hugest collection of copied VHS tapes ever. Recorded on EP too, so you could have up to 3 movies on one tape. Genius. And you have no idea how many days straight we watched Beauty and Beast after we got the tape. I know that movie by heart, seriously....
Once upon a time, in a far away land, a young prince lived in a shining castle. Although he had everything his heart desired, the prince was spoiled, selfish and unkind...
Little town, it's a quiet village, everyday like the one beforrrrrrre. Little town, full of little people, waking up to say...
Anyway, there was this one afternoon it was pouring outside. Really raining. And we decided to take the banig outside on the porch and sit and watch the rain from our sheltered haven. So calming.
These days I still love the rain. I love how refreshed flowers and grass look after a nice rainfall. I love the smell of spring and summer rain (whispers me to sleep then wakes me up again...). I love running in a windless rainfall. I love looking out the window at the rain falling on the balcony floor. One day, I'll watch the rain from a porch swing or something and take a nap.
In health news today...
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Health
Leukemia researchers with Toronto connection find ‘needle in a haystack’
1 man's success revives hope of curing AIDS, 30 years after first cases appeared in the US
U.S. mom gives birth to baby weighing more than 14 pounds
How umbilical cord blood saved Jesse's life
1 man's success revives hope of curing AIDS, 30 years after first cases appeared in the US
U.S. mom gives birth to baby weighing more than 14 pounds
How umbilical cord blood saved Jesse's life
A Good Proposal
It's no secret--I love weddings. I think what I might love just as much, or maybe even, sometimes more, are good proposals. I'm talking good proposals. Ones with sentimental value, customization, you know the deal.
I've been coming across a few good ones on the internet lately...I don't search for them or anything. I swear! I just find links or get them in forwards and stuff like that.
Enjoy.
I've been coming across a few good ones on the internet lately...I don't search for them or anything. I swear! I just find links or get them in forwards and stuff like that.
Enjoy.
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