Downtown Barber
I can't get my act together enough to put these photos in order, so I think my entire post is going to be about something other than a trip to the downtown barber, maybe. This will be like one of those puzzles in which you have to order the pictures in the sequence in which they occurred and reading my ramblings about other stuff. Okay? Have fun. Or not.
I let one of my kids borrow my chap stick the other day and it came back tasting like salt. Instead of wiping it off I put it back in my purse, forgot that it tasted like a salt lick and used it again the next day. I think if I were a dog with one of those shock collars it would take more than a few zaps for me to understand my boundaries.
We spent the weekend in Wichita watching basketball games. Wichita, you are a weird city. I don't need to visit you again for a long time. However, I did enjoy all the highway retaining wall art, that's kinda cool, but just how much did that cost your city? Huh? Here is where the artist in me celebrates and the conservative whinces in pain. Oh, the inner conflict.
There are two people in my pottery class with dreadlocks. I never understood dreadlocks. One of my roommates in college tried to get dreads for awhile. I desperately wanted to give her head a good scrub and brush. She finally got sick of it and went back to having normal, clean, brushed hair.
My husband is a gigantic goof ball. He's also very cute. He took me to an awesome place for dinner on Valentine's Day. The menu offered locally grown produce and meat. I ate pork chops, which is a weird thing for me to order, but I was so happy when I was cramming it in my pie hole. I also enjoyed the copper light sconces in the restaurant that were made by my former jewelry professor.
Daddy long legs. Long tall Texan. Long, lean, walkin' machine.
There is nothing like having your hair cut by a tattooed barber from Brooklyn. He may sound rough and tough. His tattoos may alarm you, but he's pretty dang nice.
Especially, when he gives you a sucker for being, "a good kiddo". Whoops, I forgot I was supposed to be talking about other things. Like, Preacher, he's getting his nuts cut out today. Poor thing. It must be bothering me, because last night I had a dream that we owned three dogs and they all had some serious psychological issues.
I'm sorry, but I have the cutest three year old in the world. I know some of you think you have the cutest three year old, but you don't, he lives with me. Now, I didn't say he was the best behaved....just the cutest, which is why I let him continue to live with me, I like putting cute things in my house.
Evolution of the Jayhawk. Very important to know in case you ever get in a debate about creation vs evolution.
He once looked like a real bird without shoes. But eventually, he needed large yellow-taloned shoes.The End. Thank God.
11 comments:
Ha! That was like a puzzle but still well done. I liked that barber shots, very classic.
It looked like you could be walking into a different era with one step into the barber shop. Way cool.
I think this is my most favorite post I have read all week.
you said NUTS.
heeehhheeeehaaaahhaaaaaheeee snort
I'm so confused now. This post was almost like reading the little 20-some page booklet on the history of our town. (Which I was *just* discussing with my inlaws before coming here.) Actually, this post is much more entertaining and understandable.
As a former Wichita resident and tax payer who helped fund that lovely retaining wall art, I feel the same way you do. It does look nice. The artist in me appreciates the need to make such functional items more aesthetically pleasing. The taxpayer wants to know when the heck they are going to pave all the danged roads in Wichita instead of spending our money on this sort of crap.
Need I even mention the little colorful squiggly things on the sign posts along the river? That is NOT art. At least it is not GOOD art. How many roads could have been paved for what they spent on that? Is there another city of this size in North America that has still has dirt roads all over the place? And when will the construction on Kellogg end? It has been at least 15 years!
I've worked up a fair amount of indignation and rage over this now. I should go write a post about it over on my blog, but that would be silly since I've already done it here.
You might have the cutest three-year old in the world but I have the cutest 4-year old in the world! He is very talented at crab walking! haha..
I will agree that you have the cutest three year old in the world...until my two year old turns three.:)
While reading this post all I could think of was the tan on the girl cutting the boys hair. Good lord. I would love to be that dark. Please tell me she is just back from a 3 year stint Mexico or Brazil. By the way, the boys and your husband are very good looking with their new haircuts.
Was Clay scared of the tattoo guy? How did they get him to settle down? Was a sucker enough or did you have to threaten him with a spankin'?
You ever gonna update this or must I relive the haircut over and over?
Well, I do not really imagine it is likely to have effect.
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