To hair is human.

I have a very overdue hair appointment on Friday. The last time I got my awesome hair stylist to cut my hair, I wanted it pretty short. But I think she's afraid to cut it too short, seeing as how I'm double her size, and I'm loud. I might yell. I think that's what she thinks anyways.

My hair stylist had the nerve to go off and have a BABY, leaving me and my roots to grow out and my hair to grow into unshapeliness. So, I'm a little excited to get to her, get my hair done, oh yeah, and meet the baby!

But I've had this hair cut a long time. If there's one thing I have a problem with commitment over, it's hair. I like to mix it up. And although the A-Line Bob seems to be holding it's own on my head, still, I like to mix it up. I don't want to go back to blonde, and finally got a little tint of red in there. It's Ricardo's least favorite hue of the three I stick to: Natural Poo Brown with Grey highlights, Blonde, or Auburn.

I've been threatening to get it cut short. It's just hair, right? It'll grow back. The problem with me, a 6'3" flat-chested, deep-voiced, blue-jeans wearing, former athlete gettin her hair cut short is I get concerned I'll look like a man. And not even a feminine man. Just a man, baby! It doesn't help that I get my makeup on my face about 50% of the week, and when I don't wear makeup, I just might resemble a crack head with dark circles under my eyes, and blemishes all while sporting an Elmer's glue white hue under the freckles, blemishes and dark circles. It's really impressive. Thank God I have fantastic teeth, and all of them to throw people off the "Is she really a Crack Head" wagon of concern.

So, maybe the short haircut idea isn't the best idea. The A-Line Bob is sleek and super. But I WANNA MIX IT UP! So, I keep coming up with stuff like this:

Still, Ricardo says no. Then he stops himself and says, "Why do you even ask me? You're just going to cut it anyways."

He's pretty right on.

So, the other day, JulzHOLLA! and I went to visit our fantastic pal, Nikki, the cake-making DIVA. Nikki just had a beautiful baby boy! And we had to stalk, woops, I mean visit her and the baby. So, while we're there with the, "He's so sweet!" and all that, I figured I'd do a quick poll. I pulled my hair back and try to assimilate my idea for my short haircut.

"I'm thinking of getting my hair cut short. Something like this. What do you think?"

To which Nikki replied, "I had a baby pulled from my body like 6 hours ago, who gives a naughty poop about your hair?"

Just kidding. She didn't say that, but if she had, it would have been more than appropriate. What the hell am I doing talking about hair while visiting to see her baby? It's her third, I guess it's semi-appropriate conversation.

Anyways, I pulled my hair back and showed them and Nikki's mom looked at me funny and said, "I kind of like it like it is now."

That's no good, because it's out of shape because it's all grown out.

And then JulzHOLLA! said, "It's kinda cute. You know, you look just like your Mom like that."

Okay, I'm out. I'll keep it long. I love my mom, but I'm not ready to look like her yet. That's all I needed to hear. Maybe I should get more bangs...

That's how I roll.