Who thought, "Hmmm, let's shove some heated round plastic into our hair and see what it does?"

Today I re-discovered why God has not called me to be a hairdresser...I will get to that in a moment. First, I am going to re-visit some early hair memories:
1. Mom told me I could not go away to camp until I could do my own hair. "Doing my own hair" meant brushing it and putting in into a ponytail. (Just in case anyone was wondering, I was a slow learner...I think I went away to camp in 3rd grade?? Maybe
4th?)
2. Dawn taught me how to do "hair exercises" when I was in 2nd grade. This is where you flip your head upside down and flop your hair from side to side and up and down. It is like singing "Inright, outright, upright, downright" and doing the motions with your hair instead of your hands. Dawn, do you think you could re-enact this and put it on youtube?
3. 4th grade. Bangs. Need I say more?
4. 7th and 8th grade I wore a messy bun every day. Mom about had a coronary.
5. All through high school I attempted to cut my own hair. Bad idea.
6. 12th grade. Christmas day. New curling iron that was too hot = completely singed bangs.
7. On my senior trip my best friend and I got "Hair Painting kits" to highlight our hair. When you use that type of a kit, it is best to use a cap so you don't end up "painting" inconsistently...we didn't use a cap. Can you say SPOTS?
8. I once tried giving Amanda a hair cut right before she left for camp. It was absolutely hideous (can you say "bob in the front, middle of the back in the back"? It was like a morphed mullet. Even mom was horrified. I lied to Amanda and told her it looked awesome. The poor girl had to leave for camp the next morning and I didn't want her to feel insecure the whole time.

It seemed like every Sunday afternoon in high school was spent messing with my hair. I tried using hot rollers several times with no luck. I even had these cool hot pink ones that bent and twisted...those ended up knotted in my hair. Mom always said it would just take practice and I always thought it was my lack of fine motor skills.

Well, today I tried using hot rollers again.
And had more right angles than curls.
I can't blame it on practice. I tried putting the same curler in 19 times. It definitely is a gift or maybe a creative gene that I just do not have.
As for my next hair event, I will be testing Rogaine. I got it free from CVS and could use some hair-replacement therapy due to my recent hot roller escapade.

Robby-Wobby-Bob-Rob-Robert

I am close with all of my siblings and share a different type of bond with each. Robby and I are close because we grew up together - literally and figuratively. We went through the same phases of life at nearly the same time: our parents divorce and remarriage, our love for talk radio, college, first apartments, and careers. Robby is one of my best friends. I call him for spiritual advice, ideas,opportunities, reminiscing, singing, quoting movies, ranting, crying, laughing and pranks.
Bob got married this past Saturday and I couldn't be more excited for him. Although our relationship will change, I know it won't be a bad change and I am thankful that he has an amazing wife to share his life with!
Bob, I love you and I am extremely thankful for you! Mandy, welcome to our family! You are perfect for Bob:)
Here are some of my favorite memories growing up with Bob:
1. "Abby, get off the wall!"
2. "Patricia, DOWNSTAIRS!"
3. jello
4. that time we were at grandma and pap Shaffer's and played cards for like 8 hours per day.
5. Getting the lovesac
6. The case of the missing peanut butter
7. Scotland
8. Prank calls where we would just read the labels off of random items
9. Vacations
10. Running out of toilet paper in the apartment
11. When you told your friends that we shared the same bed in the apartment...and they believed you. hahahahahahaha.
12. Karaoke:)
13. The first month of school where I called you like every day.
14. Prob and stats when we used every single skip and late...then got stuck in the driveway!
15. "giggle giggle giggle, laugh laugh laugh laugh, chuckle chuckle chuckle"

Love you!