Facing Reality

I was a natural blond until I turned 18. My profile shot is from the second grade -- that proves I'm telling the truth. Then when I was in high school, I started to coloring my hair. It's been just about every color imaginable. So I didn't really notice that my roots were getting darker and darker.

No matter what color I chose, I always ended up going back to blond. I just really love blond hair.

However, I hate roots. I think it's because growing up in the South, it was considered unseemly to color your hair, so roots were a dead give-away. I always think roots look trashy. They drive me crazy. And when you go platinum, you get roots.

Now I have Emiko, so I don't have time (or the money) to get my roots touched up every two weeks. I just don't.

So on Thur, Angela took away my blond. My hair is now brown, with blond highlights in the front. It's OK -- Angela always does a great job. I just have to accept that I'm not blond anymore. If I could convince Angela to move in with me, then I could still do it. But apparently she is not interested in such an arrangement.

I don't have a pic yet, and it's no big deal. I'll have to see if Todd can take on without my looking crazy. I also got my hair cut into a pixie. It's pretty cute. Really short, though. I feel I have to wear a little more makeup now to compensate. But it dries in five minutes, which is awesome.

Sigh. I'm such a grownup these days. I'm going to be 35 in December. I don't know how that happened.

But on a completely unrelated note, as I was stopping at the red light at Addison and Elston, I happened to glance over at the guy in the car next to me. He had a huge iguana sitting on his dashboard! I tried to get a picture, but I had too many pics in my camera phone already, so the moment was lost.