Neil of the Jungle

So named by his Auntie Cam.  While having a girls' day trip to Savannah last week, Neil got into a fight with the only Georgia pine tree in the LaBelle's backyard.  I had called Chris to let him know that we were on our way home.  He sheepishly informed me that I needed to call the dentists' office as soon as we returned home.  "Why do I need to call Dr. Clark?", I asked.  He then gave me an elaborate story about the kids were playing with Luke Skywalker, Dyl's dog, in the back yard and Neil, instead of running forward, was running backward and only turned around in time to connect his face to the tree.  Chipped two teeth, he said.  He did forget to mention the huge swollen eye and banged up knee.

 

 This is the next morning.

Today after his trip to the dentist.  

The dentist actually pointed out that he chipped 3 teeth, but one was so small I hadn't even noticed.  If no one had been injured on our vacation, then I don't think it would have been a normal vacation.  He has to go back in 6 weeks to have a "pulp test" done to make sure that he didn't "kill" the tooth.  He hasn't been in any pain at all since it happened so we are hoping that it will be ok.  Fingers are crossed.

Random Thoughts

"There is no reason to assume that the universe has the slightest interest in intelligence—or even in life. Both may be random accidental by-products of its operations like the beautiful patterns on a butterfly's wings. The insect would fly just as well without them."

— Arthur C. Clarke, The Lost Worlds of 2001, 1972

Weird-y Wednesday

I’m thinking that you might be bored with all the lovey dovey vacation photos.  I noticed while snapping photos and having my photo snapped on vacation that you have to take the good with the bad.  Sometimes the results of the bad are sweeter than the good ones.  I will probably never hear the end of posting these photos, but there were so many hilarious, what the heck?, when did you take that? photos that I couldn’t resist sharing them.  The captions are not true to form on what was really going on in some of these.  Feel free to leave comments with your own caption ideas.  Maybe it will help this Wednesday go by quicker!

  Oh yea… talking while walking & not paying attention to the girl with the camera aimed at you.

  Smile & Be Happy

Of course you can take a profile picture!  Wait, let me attempt to stop laughing first.

Peace out, G-homey.

Wait… what?

I see you peeking at me…

To the left, to the left, to the right, to the right…  now slide… or dance a jig.

Bergen attempts to sleepwalk.

For real, the bridge was huge.

Collagen-less Cam lips.

This is the “I AM smiling!  Now where is the bathroom?” look.

Do you smell that?

Mid-blinking walking.

Sorry Ash.

Cam, what great eyes you have.

The Suspense is Killing Me

I wanted to save this post for Friday, but I can't wait that long. I also thought this would make the perfect "Think About This..." for today!  After reading this post, those of you who know me in the real world are going to be in shock.  I actually did this for one specific reader.  I've been going over it in my mind for a long while, but I've never had the courage.  Finally, while we were on vacation this past week, I found it.  The courage, I mean.

I haven't had a "professional" hair cut since I was in the 5th grade.  You'd think my hair would be really, really long, but it isn't.  I overprocess and have split ends to beat all split ends, but after the tragic mullet the hair lady gave me all those years ago, I trusted no one to touch my noggin.

 

Please hold your applause... this was supposed to be "feathered".  You guys remember "feathering"?

Chris has been my hair stylist for at least 10 years now.  As long as it's just cutting in a straight line, he's a master.  Last year, Cam's seester Ashley was kind enough to cut off just enough of my hair so that I felt like I'd actually gotten a hair cut, but without really giving me a real hair cut for my birthday.  I was so excited.

I took advantage of her uber-hairstylist skills.  She hooked me up.  I didn't even have to twist her arm.  When I told her what I wanted to do, she was on board.  I have to admit I was more than a bit frightened.  I was terrifed.  Not of her, but of the actual deed.  I think the results speak for themselves.

 

  

  

 

Do you see how excited I am?  I can't really remember when my hair was this short.  In fact, I think it was when I whacked off my own hair just after my son was born... 10 YEARS AGO!  Oy vey... I was in need of this.

We gently tucked my 10 inch long pony tail into a Ziploc bag and it's currently awaiting stampage from the Post Office.  I'm donating it to Locks of Love for Rubi.  Ashley is greatly talented with a pair of scissors and I'll never let anyone else ever touch my head.  I'm dedicated.  Plus this means more trips to south Georgia!  I love you, Ash-ah-lee!

So, yeah... Think About This... Ten inches sounds like it's a HUGE amount of hair, but you know what?  It's really not.  I repeated to myself that a child with any number of medical conditons was going to be able to go to the store or go outside to play because a wig was made from just 10 inches of my hair.  I hope that they love it as much as I did.  What are you doing with your hair???