Questionably Fabulous

You should know that on Wednesday night I got my hair done. My hairdresser is someone I trust completely even though ever time I am in his chair I am terrified. I feel like he is just like Edward Scissor hands, blades and hair flying every which way and I think “Does he know what he is doing? Does he remember that my hair is naturally curly and I need to be able to do it that way as well as straight? Is he paying attention to my head or his funny story?”

This particular day he wanted to put some “golden” in my hair. I was VERY nervous. I have NEVER gone “blonde” before and really don’t want to. But he showed me some pictures of celebs with my coloring that had it and I approved. So onward we went.

There are only a few strands around my face that are golden. But I feel blonde. My husband who was a real Toe Head when he was little said that my claiming to be blonde is like him claiming to be Mexican and when I pointed out a girl who I thought had the same hair as me he mimed removing the crack pipe from my mouth. So yea, ok, I’m not really a blonde. But then I have moments like the one I’m about to tell you and we all wonder… Could I really have blonde routes?

Last night we went to the Black Eyed Peas Concert at the California Mid State Fair. Bevcause I was worried about crowds and parking we got there an hour early and we were watching the “Whiskey Tango” (if you can’t figure out what that is email me… I’ll decode it for you) and petting animals etc. As I was buying a beer right before going into the Grand Stand I lost my husband. He was distracted and got sucked into the New Holland Tractor exhibit. Wow. There he was, watching this:

Wondering what that is? It was cool, a 5 Horse Powered 1916 Engine.