A Hairy Lunch January 21, 2010Posted by Matt in random.
Tags: back hair, haircut, strange conversations
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I got my hair cut today at lunch.
I know that may not sound like interesting news to you, but when you consider that this event only takes place a handful of times each year (I often refer to getting my quarterly haircut), it becomes a far more rare and unique thing. My normal routine is to go to the local Supercuts on Saturday mornings around the time they open at 8:00 so that I can beat the crowd and get out of the chair as quickly as possible. But, because of Diana’s new overnight schedule, my Saturday mornings are now consumed with childcare responsibilities. Thus, plans had to change. It was time to alter the routine.
So, I decided to go during my lunch time at work, which was not a problem since I am generally looking for any excuse to get out of the office. I ate my lunch quickly, drove down to Supercuts, and was greeted with no line whatsoever, so I immediately sat in the nearest chair.
The person who cut my hair was the guy who is usually there on Saturday mornings. He’s a mid-late thirtyish effeminate man who does a good job without forcing me to engage in pointless conversation. He chuckled a bit when I told him that I wanted my hair, which was halfway down my ears, cut very short, explaining sheepishly that it had “been a while.” So, he went to work, first with the clippers and then with the scissors until the mop of dead cells on my head actually looked professional, rather than my normal no-I-have-not-been-following-Phish-around-in-a-Volkswagen-van-for-the-past-three-months style.
He was shaving the hair on the back of my neck when, he suddenly stopped as if some lightbulb had clicked on his head. “Do you mind sitting here for another minute?” he asked me before turning to a woman standing nearby who I reckoned later was his boss.
“Umm…can I ask you a question?” he asked the woman.
He pulled down the back of my shirt as far as possible without ripping any seams. “Should there be a limit on how far we shave down? I mean, if they ask me to shave down to here,” he placed a hand on the middle of my back nearly even with my shoulderblades, “is it okay for me to do that?”
“Yes, it’s fine. As long as it’s within reason. I mean, you don’t need to take his shirt off and shave him down.”
“Okay, I was just wondering.”
He pulled away sheet that he put around me to catch hair and I began to stand up when he again addressed me. “I just want you to know that I didn’t necessarily mean you when I was talking about that. It was just a question.”
“Umm..,” naturally, I was a little ill at ease considering that he had just had a conversation about the hair on my back with another person, but I still managed a, “no problem,” before paying at the counter and walking away.
See you in three months.
An Exercise in Blogging Narcissism #2 February 22, 2009Posted by Matt in An Exercise in Blogging Narcissism.
Tags: Best Picture, Bible Code, birthday, blog posts, Day care, gender, haircut, K-Love, Lads to Leaders, Obama, top ten, toy stores
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Top Words of Wisdom Posts from the Past Seven Days
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8. A Downside to the Obama Presidency?
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6. Birthday Wishes
5. My Best Pictures of 2008
4. Where Have All the Toy Stores Gone?
3. Hell On Earth
2. The Case Against Lads to Leaders
1. A Gender-Neutral Faith
Hair Today, Gone Tomorrow…. January 29, 2008Posted by Matt in family, kids, Rachel, Rebekah.
Tags: Bekah, haircut, Rachel, surprise
The actions of your children can elicit any number of responses, whether it be a gleeful smile, an infuriated glance, or head scratching bewilderment. Lately, two events have occurred in our family that have left us with feelings of the third type, where all you can do is smile and shake your head…
These are our girls, Rachel and Rebekah, as they looked around Christmastime.
Around three weeks ago, Rachel got off the bus at the end of her day with a little surprise….hair that was caked with chewing gum. Diana took one look at it and called the beauty salon. On that day, Rachel’s beautiful blond locks were lost.
Of course, as you can tell from the picture, she is still adorable with short hair. So, despite a bit of sadness from Diana, who had visions of little girls with long, flowing hair, we were happy with it.
This weekend, while Diana and I were out of town and my mom was staying with the girls, the next calamity struck the Wisdom household hair. When mom turned her back for just a few minutes, Rachel quickly whipped out the scissors from her art supplies.
Rachel: “Bekah, do you want to have your hair like mine?”
When mom next entered the room, Rebekah’s newly grown blonde tresses were lying in a pile on the floor. Mom called us, terribly upset at the girls’ misadventures, but I just had to laugh at the ridiculousness of the situation. She took Bekah to the salon the next day to get it fixed as well as possible and the man who worked on her did a fine job, especially considering how short Rachel cut her hair in spots.
And here is how it looks from the back…
So, now we have two beautiful little girls with really short hair. Do any of you have similar hair stories?