Wednesday, November 21, 2007

Quick Bits

I cut my hair. To be exact, Pete cut my hair. I love Pete. He's the perfect man for me. The perfect man to cut my hair, that is. I had him cut about 4" off and had him angle it a bit so the front is a tad longer than the back. I've wanted this haircut for ages, but every time the stylist cuts it a little different than what I had wanted. When Pete finished, I looked in the mirror and saw exactly what I had envisioned. I love Pete. I love my haircut. Life is good.

Last weekend, my youngest brother, K, came for a visit and brought his new girlfriend. So, I spent a lot of time with my family, which is always nice. Saturday afternoon, just after lunch, we took the three little kids to the park by the high school. Us big kids played "baseball". Really, we had one pitcher, one catcher, one batter, and the rest of us were outfielders. No bases, no running, no keeping score. We took turns being batter, catcher, and pitcher and each batter hit the ball a few times before we changed. Well, one time I decided to try pitching to my brother J. This was incredibly foolish on my part because I can't throw worth a darn. I felt bad for J because he had to suffer through a lot of wild pitches. I also felt bad for the catcher who had to chase a lot of wild pitches and for the outfielders who basically had nothing to do while waiting for me to get the ball across the "plate". I finally scooted up 'til I was fairly close to the plate (a few feet or so, I'm a horrible judge of distance) and started giving J some pitches he could hit. Well, one time he hit the ball right into my stomach. Boy, did that sting! Fortunately, my stomach is well-padded, so there was no lasting damage done, I hope, but I have a nasty-looking bruise the size of a softball (quite the misnomer I discovered) on my stomach. It's sad because it hurts and because it's in a place I don't want to show anyone, so no one can see how horrible it looks and pity me as much as I want to be pitied. J felt really bad, but it wasn't his fault; a) he didn't aim the ball at me, and b) I was really close. On the plus side, the two times I was at bat I actually had several really good hits! I've always been horrible at baseball and used to strike out every time up to bat, so I was very pleased.

I had a dream last night that I got shot while walking on my lastest walking route. It was so realistic - the streets, the houses, everything looked just like they do when I go for my walk. In my dream, I was walking along and felt a pinch in my thigh, then I heard the gunshot, then I felt the pain. I blacked out (in my dream) and came to in a hospital room. The ER nurse had recognized me and had called my mom. The doctor was explaining to her that the surgery had gone okay, but it may take awhile for me to walk again, if ever, since the bullet had done a lot of damage. I thought a lot about how I was going to work and get around and just live my life if I couldn't walk. It was so vivid that when I woke up I was extremely relieved that I could walk.

That's it. Everything in my life is going well... the same, but well.



Madman said...

Okay, that's a creepy dream.

Hooray for getting a haircut that turned out just like you wanted! I've never managed that, which is one of the reasons I go so long between haircuts.

Happy Thanksgiving!

tearese said...

I'm glad you can walk.

Indy said...

Hey, I got a hair cut too!! Mine is at my shoulders. I really love it because finally my layers are gone!!!!

: )

Cassie said...

Ooh I can't wait to see your new haircut. It sounds cute. You should post a picture.

I hate dreams like that. I totally wake up with my heart racing and it takes me a while to calm down.

Cardine said...

I'm glad that you can walk, too. And, I'm glad that the softball didn't do any lasting damage (I hope!).

I hope you had a happy Thanksgiving!!!

James & Melissa's Family said...

Hey you know I thought that you hair looked a little shorter on Thurs. when we saw you. I love my sister-in-law who always is able to fix my bad haircuts. Too bad she doesn't lieve closer or she would be my haridresser. Where do you go? Maybe I will have to try them out next time I need a cut. I am currently trying to grow mine back out and get it long again. Well see.

Framed said...

I'm trying to figure out how to get Pete to cut my hair. Actually, I just got a haricut and it's pretty close. I think the next one will be the perfect one. I've only gone to this lady twice so that's pretty good. Now we need to work on the color.

julie said...

Framed, you could always come to Cedar and have Pete cut your hair! We'd all love to have you visit! And, Pete really is fantastic. I'm glad, though, that you have a lady that makes you happy. As for color, I've always liked a golden-brown on you.

Melissa, it was so fun walking into you on Thanksgiving! I hope you had a nice drive and that you had fun with James's family. How long do you want your hair to be?

Cardine, the bruise is fading and it doesn't hurt any more, so I feel confident that no lasting harm was done. I hope YOU had a happy Thanksgiving, too! In fact, I want to hear about it!

Cassie, I'm actually thinking of posting a picture of me. My niece and little sister did my hair Friday night and I took a picture of the back of it with my phone. If I can figure out how to do it, I'll post the picture. Although, it won't really give you a good idea of how my hair looks. To get that, you'll have to wait 'til we see each other again.

Indy, are you coming home for Christmas? Will I get to see your cute haircut?

Tearese, me too.

Madman, it was creepy, but at least it was a dream. Maybe you should have Pete cut your hair. He's really amazing.

Alyson said...

So Happy Thanksgiving...a little late. I meant to reply to your text on Thursday, but got distracted (probably by pie, other types of food, or games, or all of the above).

I met K's girlfriend on Sunday. She came with K to have Roast Beef dinner at my parent's house. She's really fun and already knew how to play Nertz, so we all played (and I won for once).

Anyway, I'm going to try to be better at my blogging, but no promises. I always feel like my posts would be the same thing - school sucks, too much homework, blah, blah, blah. :)