Here ya go, folks... the before & after pix of my hair, taken yesterday. I woke up this morning with bedhead. Haven't really had that problem for a few years, so it's going to take some serious getting used to! :laugh: It might be a good idea for those with weak hearts to be sitting when they see the extreme difference in my hair, btw. ;)
Before:
After:
Boy, does my neck look fat in that second picture! Actually, kids, that's all muscle from carrying around all the extra weight. It's amazing how light my head feels now. I'm going to go hop into the shower and see how long it takes to get done now that I don't have 5 pounds of hair to wash!
One more thing... remember how I was really concerned about getting struck by lightening if I cut it, because of the vow I'd made to God, years ago? We got rain last night - lots of rain - but, no lightening at all. It's been nearly two months of no rain and the downpour was a blessing for our lawn and the local crops, indeed. I guess God's okay with my needing to shed the locks. whew!
Okay folks - I have an appointment at 4:30 to get my hair cut. It'll be the first cut since Spouse & I got married. Before he came into my life, I had a chat with the God of my understanding & I mentioned that if a good man was sent into my life, then I'd give my hair to the GOMU. Soon enough, along comes Spouse, we got married & I haven't cut it since. While I truly believe that the GOMU won't strike me dead or love me any less than He already does, I have been tormented by the thought of how disappointed He will be with me, if/when I do cut my hair off.
The thing is, my hair is neato, as far as long, but it's also a huge PIA, as far as taking care of it. When I get up in the morning, I hit the ground running and usually am not able to get my own personal shower until well after midnite each day. My hair, when wet, takes at least an hour to comb all the tangles out & yes, I do use conditioner on it... lots of conditioner, but that does not eliminate tangles in hair as wavy as mine. With Spouse's health getting as bad as it is, my hair is in the way and even could be construed as dangerous at times. Imagine me being stuck because Spouse decides to walk across the room while I am trying to comb out the snags and he falls. When my hair has been hanging down, while I've worked at helping him get back up off the floor, he's grabbed it for balance *ouch!*, gotten it tangled around his arms, etc. Not good.
So - I am going to trust that my GOMY won't blast me with lightening or love me any less and He'll understand that the better sacrifice might be, at this point, to shed the locks. The question now remains... How short should I cut it? I'm thinking cut it extremely short and then I won't have to cut it again for another ten years.
I do apologize for keeping as mum as I have these past couple of weeks. Life on the farm is (not) kind of laid back... how does that old John Denver song go anyway? Thank God I'm a country girl/boy, blah blah blah. Speaking of songs, tonight I remembered a song that Spouse & I danced to, at our wedding. It was our first dance, as man & wife, sung by the band we hired for the reception. I must say, although all of our friends were thrilled for us both, there were a few misty eyes in the bunch, as they watched my beloved lead me around the dance floor, under a beautiful canopy of stars. Our ceremony was outdoors, of course, nearly in the woods *that's where I got dressed for the ceremony*, at the home of a friend. I wore an emerald green gown that was custom made out of beautiful French brocade silky fabric. If I had a scanner, I'd show all y'all a pic, but alas, that thing died years ago and is long gone. It was the wedding of my dreams, quite fantastic, as I rode out of the woods, side-saddle style, on a horse adorned with ribbons, bows and flowers, that was led by my best guy pal, Gary (more like a bro, than just a pal, actually) to the steps of the log home, where my son waited to lead me to my waiting groom. Yeah, it was like a beautiful dream come true.
Anyhow, the song is called "At (The End) of the Rainbow" and the version I heard when Spouse & I were choosing the music for our special day, was sung by Earl Grant, back in 1958. It was someplace at the top of the charts back then & I can easily understand why. So far, I have only been able to locate the lyrics to the song and it's bumming me out big time. Here they are, for your wish-you-could-b-listening pleasure...
Treasa gets the credit for locating this beautiful video for me! It's worth the wait time for those on dial-up, imho, so I hope you'll enjoy it as much as I. Thanks, T! :loveyou:
At the end of a rainbow You'll find a pot of gold At the end of a story You'll find it's all been told
But our love has a treasure Our heart's can't always spend And it has a story without any end
At the end of a river The water stops it's flow At the end of a highway There's no place you can go
But just tell me you love me And you are only mine And our love will go on 'til the end of time
At the end of the rainbow You'll find a pot of gold At the end of a story You'll find it's all been told
But our love has a treasure Our heart's can't always spend And it has a story without any end
At the end of a river The water stops it's flow At the end of a highway There's no place you can go
But just tell me you love me And you are only mine And our love will go on 'Til the e-end of time 'Til the end of time ...
