If truth is beauty, how come no one has their hair done in a library?

If truth is beauty, how come no one has their hair done in a library?  ~Lily Tomlin 

That's right, next time I am going to go to the library to get my hair cut. So I went to get my hair cut yesterday...just a trim...to cut off the dead ends....at Great Clips. My hairstylist didn't exactly speak English..she did a little, but it was really hard to understand her. In fact, the perfect way to describe her is by this video.





She kept on saying, "You have lot hair. You want tin it out?" What? "You have lot hair. You want tin it out?" Oh, do I want to thin out my hair? No thanks, please just cut it. After she starting taking the scissors haphazardly to my hair, I noticed that there was something outside that she was looking at. She wasn't looking at my head at all when she was cutting it! I stopped her right then and asked her if she would please look at my hair when she was cutting it. (I actually said that...I couldn't believe myself...That's probably not the nicest thing to say, but it's my hair we're talking about here). She then moved onto my bangs. I told her to keep them longer but just clean them up a bit. Well now I have bangs that are mid-forehead....not even kidding. haha...She asked me if I liked the way they looked. I said, "Um, I've never had bangs this short before." She responded with "Oh don't worry, two day be longer." I don't know about your hair, but my hair doesn't grow longer in two days. 


So the moral of the story is, well, there isn't one. I just need to find a hairstylist that can understand me and I can understand her!

Oh the Weather Outside is Frightful....

Please let me reenact a typical conversation upon meeting someone new here in The Big D.
 
Me: Hello. What's your name?


Other Person: Howdy. My name is ______. Are you new here?

Me: Why, yes. Yes, I am new.


Other Person: Do you like it here?

Me: Why, yes. I do like it here.

Other Person: Have you even been here during the summer?


I used to think that was quite an odd question to be asking somebody...or at least an odd third question to be asking upon meeting somebody. It all came together yesterday when I got in my car and the thermometer read this:

It's March folks, only March.

Despicable Me.

This guy was my checker at Walmart today. Not. Even. Lying.

Green means go and red means...????

While driving home from church and rocking out to How Firm a Foundation by the oh so fabulous Mormon Tabernacle Choir, I may have run a red light! In fact, I did run the red light. WHOOPS! You would think that after years of playing red-light green-light while teaching swimming lessons and babysitting, I would have, in fact, learned what the color red actually means. Nope, unfortunately that has proven to not be the case. If repetition is the law of learning....how many times must I repeat stopping at a red light before I actually learn that red means stop? It's ok though, I'm pretty sure driving laws don't apply on Sunday ;).