• Dory Can’t Remember Diddly!

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    or whatever you kids do to *pathetically whines* beee myyy frieeeend.
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That was a year ago. 

I’m glad I cut off all my hairs. 

Feels so much more ME. 

I had my hairs short several years, then after my first MichFest, I decided to stop cutting it and grow it long again. 

I didn’t think that hard about it at the time. I just didn’t get it cut when it was time. Whether we like it or not, failure to make a decision is to make a decision. 

Reflecting, I think I was trying to find out how much of my identity and femininity was in how I presented myself in long hair. The answers are “a LOT” and “meh.”

It mattered a lot to me how others viewed my appearance. I can’t lie to ya; I wanted to cut it off when I took the picture. But I read lots of, “Your hair looks beautiful!” and “Never cut off your hair!” And I liked it. 

But I didn’t like having long hair. It’s a pain to care for (compared to practically a buzz cut) and 95% of the time I just had it pulled back in a ponytail. 

Anyway, I hemmed and hawed and procrastinated and didn’t do it when I really wanted to (which, again, failure to act is a decision in and of itself) because I really enjoyed hearing that others liked the way I looked in long hair. 

In this pic, I was getting ready to go to my third and the last MichFest. A few days before I left, I texted Cathy and said, “Please get out your clippers.” She texted back that she could squeeze me in before I left for Michigan. 

Compared to how much time I vacillated, it was quite quick. She finished and spun me around. And there I was. 

Me again. 

No regrets. 

(BTW, DAMN, I got some shit done that day.)

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Some days it’s hard to get up to my alarm. Some days I can’t haul my ass out of bed until 10am. Today I woke up at 5:45am and couldn’t go back to sleep! Is is because it’s DORY DAY???
Hens are out, fed, watered; laundry is going; meeting at Informatics at 9:30am; meeting with audie at 1:15pm; dinner with friends at 6pm; FINDING DORY at 7:25pm! We’ll be at the Carmike on Edgewood if you want to join us! I’ll be the one glaring down a little kid for the middle seat! 😉

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There’s good days, then there are days when you have to push your chicken’s insides back into her butthole. Twice. 

There aren’t enough disinfectant wipes in the world. I need one for my brain, but I’m not sure which hole to stick it in. I know which one I’m NOT, I’ll tell you that for sure. It wouldn’t be the fastest route to my brain anyway. Well, my friends would probably say so, anyway. 

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Oh, honey; you’re not the only one that’s traumatized.

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