Bangs: A Retrospective

Lucky for me and I suppose you, my artful bangs have been well documented through my life. Let's start with perhaps the best illustration of why my mother and a pair of scissors were a deadly combination.


My first boyfriend overlooked the fact that my bangs started at the crown of my head and realized she was simply copying the "Mia Farrow" look I begged her for.





Ah, I called this one the "deluxe" because not only did I get the uneven bang but the "sponge roller" tight curl that Mother might have forgotten to comb out. Let's not overlook the sailor suit that rocked.



Before you feast your eyes on this next one, keep in mind after this school picture was taken I had to hide during recess because oddly enough the other children laughed at my vintage hair style. I was paying homage to my grandma, thank God my savvy Mother helped me, she teased it hard and kept it in place with her handy can of Aquanet.


This fine bang doesn't scream awkward at all. I had outgrown my bang fetish and decided it would be a great idea to grow them out. I picked the week of my school picture appointment to part them severely down the middle and hold them in place with water and the Aquanet. Don't question the bunny-ear collar.


I was successful in my bang removal, and so I give you my forehead. It beams at you, a lighthouse leading you safely to shore.


We'll end this journey with what I like to call "The Modified Farrah." I almost pulled it off, maybe I could have washed it that morning or even combed it? Let us not question greatness, let us bask in this bastion of hair through the years.

Favorite quotes of late

Chris thank you for that small push I needed to update, I will be nice and not mention that you update your post every full moon, or whenever Brittney Spears washes her hair.

I'm giving you my readers a little gold, that is, my favorite overheard quotes over the last week:


"Hey douche nozzle, I've got a dime holding up a dollar here, get movin"

"I'm not looking for sympathy..I can find that between shit and syphilis in the dictionary"

"Children are basically retarded people in little bodies"

This might become a Friday regular.

Today's irritants

Al Roker. Why does this man feel the need to shout the so-called weather? "AND TODAY IN THE SOUTH IT WILL MOSTLY BE MILD GOING HEH HEH, OH WOW HI THERE! YOU ARE FROM WHERE? HEH HEH YOU LOOK COLD HEH HEH, BACK TO YOU MEREDITH."

Tim made the coffee today with tap water.

I have dark roots.

D-Backs sweep spanking.

Fatness can't decided where he should take his 10 hour nap, he keeps testing out different cupboards and won't sit still.

OH CANADA

The cutest picture of Chris ever taken. We were on our way to the ferry and decided to stop and take some roadside pictures. It was a crisp, beautiful fall day.


My jaw dropped when our pathway turned and this was our view. This is the sunken garden at Butchart Gardens. Notice the mist in the distance.


Beautiful Dahlia's. There was an entire hedge of all sorts and sizes.


Pink Dahlia.


Look very closely and you will see the right hand of Chris under those 27 pillows. I discovered this odd sleeping fort when I awoke each morn.


Chris and I fending off the paparazzi on a ferry back to Washington.


Back in Seattle where we enjoyed some-mores over a small campfire. I liked this way of camping, upholstered benches and Diet Coke dispensers.


Meet Sweetness, he lives with Allison and boycotted the fact that Chris and I slept one night in his living room. He slowly trotted around our air mattress all night making plaintive "meows" and climbing all over our bodies.


This was at the end of a wonderful day of walking through the gardens in the rain. We had tea with crust less sandwiches and all sorts of small tasty desserts. There was a fireplace on one side of us and a garden on the other, it was girly and perfect.