Get Shorty

I have family coming into town tomorrow. Vicky's confirmation is Sunday. We're having pictures taken at the end of the month for the new church directory.

What was my top priority yesterday? Get my summer haircut! I found a hairdresser in town that I like, but this was a step of faith if ever there was one.

Don't ask me why I felt like I needed the change. I just did. This is the look I was going for. (Warning: I took this picture from the TV; paused the recording and shot the photo. High tech for me! Still lousy quality. That's Jenny Shepherd from NCIS if you're trying to place her.)


We came pretty close. My new hair whisperer knew better than to try to make my hair conform; she modified it enough that it can do what it wants with minor direction, which is the only way to avoid a long succession of bad hair days.

It wasn't as well received as I wanted. The girls at the salon, of course, raved about how cute it is. Then I got home. Alex rode up on his bike and yelled to the entire neighborhood said, "Mom, what did you do? You look like a guy!"

No one for subtelty, that one. I keep telling him that's a sign of ADHD, which he insists he does not have. Denial will get you every time.

Eric at least pretended to like it, and Vicky had the good sense to just say, "Ooh!" (I interpreted it as the kind of 'ooh' that means, "Wow, pretty!")

Anyway, I'll see about a picture sometime in the near future. I didn't take any yesterday, and right now I have bed head. I forgot about short hair and bed head. Maybe I should take pictures to remind myself in the future, but they will not be posted on the blog. Sorry.

I'm not making any promises about the time frame. I have to finish cleaning the house, and I was reminded yesterday that I haven't grocery shopped this pay period. Oh, yeah, and I have twelve hours or so of work in the next two days, plus science experiments. I think it's time to get the bed head under control...

Fun with ringtones

My cell phone is as basic as they come. I don't have Internet or Blue Tooth or even a fancy case. It's, well, utilitarian and practical. It also has the lamest ringtones on the planet. With few exceptions, they're either boring or annoying. However, since I don't have any sort of internet access to it, I didn't think I could change them.

Until I found the Record option.

I decided to take some goof off time, in honor of Mother's Day, you understand. I discovered, after a little experimentation, that if I hold the phone next to the computer speakers and turn up the music it records pretty well. I now have a little Pink Floyd, Mozart, and the Numa Numa song, as well as a custom played walking bass line. I'm nothing if not eclectic.

That's just the beginning. I have songs in mind for several friends and family members. I plan to add to them in the near future, but for now I'm going to live with what I have. I want to make sure I can hear them, you understand, because even at max volume they're not as loud as the generic ones. If I don't miss too many calls, I'll play more.

Yes, it's pitiful that this is the extend of my geekdom. Just smile and nod.