thoughts: November 2006 Archives
over the years, i have met a lot of people with children. personally, my favorite parents are the ones who believe the children were born for the parent's entertainment, not the other way around.
in the process of figuring out that this is my preferred method of parenting, and don't forget that even though have no children of my own, i am an expert, back to my point... i think children who are taught "things" to say are the best.
so, for you... my readers, here are the juiciest:
one set of parents taught their young son to say, upon being prompted with "what do you say to the pretty lady?" the child responded "hubba hubba."
along the same vain, another kid was taught to smile real big.
one of my most favorites, and probably the best, was the kid who when asked "what are you?", he would respond "i am a communist sympathizer."
kids say the darnedest things.
here's a thought. my hair is getting obscenely long. now i know what you are thinking. you are thinking, well, go get your hair cut. and while you are thinking that, thomas is screaming very loudly that he likes my hair really long.
granted, most men like really long hair. there is no explanation for this. and when asked, most men reply, "it's pretty." this is not a response in my mind justifying long hair because, well, it isn't always pretty. especially when the wind blows it into your mouth while you are trying to consume a starbucks tchai latte.
so my general fall malaise has turned into this malaise about my hair. i am not extreme hair hacker where i go from one length to the next. 4 out of 5 hairdressers agree that my hair should never be cut above my chin because i have a wackadoo hair line. but nonetheless, i want it cut and dyed. yet. yet. yet. i am poor. reason being: we bought a house. poverty has befallen me.
and do not suggest that i cut-eth my own-eth hair. that is a bad idea from the start. and the dyes in the box, don't last as long and don't look as good as the pro job. what am i to do?
