No Place Like Home...

This past Saturday I drove up north to visit my family. My cousin who moved up to central California was down visiting. Giving that she drove over 300 miles, I guess I can drive 70 to go visit!

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Being around my family has a way of making me feel more normal. I'm not short anymore (well, not as short), and my seemingly strange habits all seem to fall into place and make sense.

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I'm no longer the weird one for making sure I don't rip the bag when opening a new box of cereal or bag of chips (so that it can be closed properly later on!). Seeing a ripped bag of chips when trying to put away left overs, my aunt said, "This will show you I didn't open it!" Meaning a member who married into the family or a child with mixed blood did it. Hahaha

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Also, everyone (including myself) was carrying around cameras and photographing everything! It was primarily because my cousin had brought her newborn baby boy and 21-month-old daughter. But I had fun catching the camera mania on my own camera (as you can see...).

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My family is great. Christmas is my favorite, when another type of mania shows itself-- knife mania. You cannot open a present without at least a dozen pocket knives being whipped out with the accompaning, "Need a knife?" That stubborn ribbon-- no match for my family. Don't be surprised if you get some used wrapping paper though-- they are also good at sliding those knives under the tape and keeping the paper in pristine condition, as those who look on shout "Just rip it!" (My aunt makes a point to collect all the paper and throw it away before this can be accomplished though!)
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Well, it's nice to visit your family and leave feeling just a little less weird, a little less short, and a little more justified in carting your pocket knife and camera with you everywhere. There's no place like home!

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Well, I've pretty much emailed everyone I know and let them see this picture-- but because I haven't posted a blog in a while I thought this would be a fitting entry!

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Here's the story on the hair-- My friend Anna called me and asked if I wanted to come over after work and go shopping with her and let her trim my hair (I'd cut bangs into my hair but not very well and she had an idea to make it better). When I got to her house, she told me she was going to but some dye to highlight her hair (which is brown) and asked if I wanted her to do my hair too-- just a little bit, a few strands here or there. I hemmed and hawed, and after we went shopping I said okay.

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So then we got home, and she pulled out the foil and started highlighting. Just about one shade lighter than my natural color, which is a darker/silvery blonde color (but not brown!). Then after doing about 5-6 foils, she said she thought it would look better to "do it all over"... I told her sure, go for it, whatever you think looks good. I also had her cut about 4 inches of length off, much to her surprise. So she was getting really excited here when I basically gave her free reign! So she grabbed a handful of dye from the bowl and slopped it all over my head! Just for the record, I thought she meant highlighting my whole head, not dying my whole head-- but I wasn't upset, I just wasn't expecting a cold glob of dye to hit my head!

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So after 15-20 scalp burning minutes, we went and rinsed it out. We kept adding time-- first it was 8 minutes, then 10, then 15... I can't remember if we went to 20. But it was starting to look orange so we ran to the bathroom and she rinsed it out and washed it.

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So there you have it. The story of my hair change and the motives behind it. Hope you enjoyed it! Tah tah for now, --D