Rock on and holy cow! I’m talking about hair holes, people!
Last night we got together with my very dear friends and their partners (they've become very dear friends too, by the way) who've been with me through thick and thin (literally and figuratively) for over 20 years. We get together with them about once a year and always tell each other "we need to do this more often". But we never do. Our time apart doesn't seem to matter though, because we always pick up right where we left off and laugh ourselves sick each time.

In fact, "Ann" said that it occurred to her that we all start laughing the minute we see each other even if nobody has said anything. I told her that maybe we're all just really funny looking.

Last night was no exception. I was sort of hoping for a repeat performance of what happened with splitting up the bills last year, but alas our waiter was on the ball and got it right.

"Bob" has always deemed himself the hair fashionista and ends up being the hair fixer to co-workers when they're having a bad hair day.

Back in the day, I'd just come in to work and let him french-braid my hair for the day. Our managers weren't necessarily thrilled with the way we were spending the company time, but hey- at least we looked good.

Anyhoo- there IS a point to this story.

Last night he was talking about a woman that he worked with and how she had a "hair hole" that he needed to fix one day. Suddenly beeps and whistles went off in my head because it occurred to me that it was because of "Bob" that I was always paranoid about "hair holes".

You're wondering what a hair hole is, aren't you?

Hair Hole: noun
A hair hole is when you don't take advantage of using a hand held mirror to make sure you don't have your hair perfectly coiffed in the back. Most causes of "hair hole" are from sleeping on the back of your head which creates a false cowlick.


There- now you know. Be sure to spread the word.

I guarantee that unless I've been in a major windstorm and haven't been to the bathroom to fix my hair yet, you will NEVER find me with a hair hole. "Bob" and his fussiness about hair holes has ensured that I always have perfectly coiffed hair.

Thanks, "Bob". The world is a much more beautiful place because of you. cheese

That got me to thinking this morning......

Cameron and Casey used to work together at my company and their co-workers had to put up a money jar for every time my sons said, "Rock on" because it annoyed the living daylights out of them. Guess where they got "Rock on!" from?

(Ummmm, that'd be me)

I've also noticed that the bearded eye-roller has started saying "Holy Cow" a lot; another one of my catch phrases (although sometimes I'll say "Holy Smokes"- just to mix it up a little).

It occurred to me this morning that you never know how one innocuous thing you do (Bob and the hair hole thing, me and my catch phrases) will stay with someone the rest of their life, and many times that person has no idea how that seed got planted in their head, but there it is.

Now I just need to figure out a way to use this concept to my advantage. Catch phrases are cool and all, but I need to think more globally. I think that starting a trend of everyone putting money in my bank account would be a good start.

Thanks dear friends, for the GREAT time. You really are some of my favorite people and it does my heart good to be with you. I'm very selective about whom I spend time with, and I guarantee that I'd drop everything to spend time with you. Let's keep that promise of getting together sooner, OK?

RisibleGirl was blabbing on about another adventure on 03/11 at 11:42 AM

Go visit Einstein's blog!

  

shopper wrote:

I know the hair hole. I always notice them in settings where you're forced to sit closely to other people. I always worried about them when I had short hair. Now that I have long hair, worn straight, I worry about lumpy bumpy spots.

My word I say forever and drive Mr. crazy is Whatever.

Whatever?!


  

Jim wrote:

I checked the reference you gave me about your grandmother and the letters. I also went to the link about you two getting together. That is a wonderful happening, I'm happy for you it worked out.
I didn't see anything about San Jacinto? Unless I hear from you more--e-mail is ok-then I will do a search on your blog for it. Right now I have to give Adi, my beagle, a bath before it cools off outside.
Those riders were in Pasadena, Texas. We have a monument in Pasadena, the San Jacinto Monument, that is very similar to the Washington Monument. With the star on top, ours is about a foot taller than the Washington one. It was in honor of winning our Texas independence from Mexico. Tha major turning point in that war was the Battle of San Jacinto where Sam Houstons army, in 1836, captured Santa Anna.
Widipedia has a nice article about the battle and a picture of the monument.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Battle_of_San_Jacinto [make it all one line address if it posts as two]
General Sam Houston would later become the first president of Texas.

The motorcycle group was called the San Jacinto High Rollers (or Highrollers??). We would all meet on Friday nights and hang out and ride. I think I met Mrs. Jim and abandoned them, maybe that was why. I might remember better another time. Some took their 'old ladies' (now 'biker chicks') with them, I never did.
..


  

Avatar for Anonymous G
Anonymous G wrote:

Holy COW, i LOVE this post! i'ts just so. so.. umm.. so something that i can relate to. (if you would pardon my grammar, thankyouverymuch)

rock ON, rg......

:D


Next entry: Stolen from WAY too many people

Previous entry: OH yay, Oh yay!


In case you're wondering....
On this day clear back in 2010 I wrote: Where do I start?
On this day clear back in 2010 I wrote: What happened in Vegas won’t be staying in Vegas!
On this day clear back in 2007 I wrote: So sorry!
On this day clear back in 2005 I wrote: Training a new doctor
On this day clear back in 2005 I wrote: ‘Cause we’re romantic like that

<< Back to main