So--- You Come Here Often?

Kalaya cracks me up doing our hair. As you've seen before-- it's a favorite pasttime of hers.

I got her a salon kit the other day as a reward and she is loving it. It came with the cape, scissors, curlers, hairdryer, etc.

The funniest part about all this is that she talks to you like she's a 35 yr old lady with 5 cats, all named after Little Debbie snack cakes, and a penchant for fanny packs and sunvisors.

She usually starts out with " So--- what's your name?" and if you don't give her name that is equal to her alter ego's-- she'll shoot it down until you come up with a perfect " gettin my hair done" name. (Who really knows what the criteria is for such a thing? Not me. I just go for the most outrageous name I can come up with. It's worked so far)

She then goes into " well--- how was your day today" followed by " oh really, I didn't know you did that!"

It's like she's pulling a Whoopie from the movie Ghost and is channelling someone else.

Highly entertaining to say the least.

Tim Gunn It!

i.e.- Make it work!

If you haven't noticed- I'm having to revert back to old photos and stories lately because I'm the idiot that lost the USB cord to my camera somewhere between work, home, and Alabama. So basically, I'm ebaying it as we speak and ordering a new one. New photos and stories will resume as promptly as the USPS can deliver- Which stinks because I had some awesome new pictures to share with you. Well at least this will be a tittilizing post of posts to come- just to wet your tastebuds.

Stay tuned for those.

So when I don't have a particular topic I want to blog about on any given day- I'm prone to look through my pictures on my computer to see if I can get any inspiration from them for a new post.

I honestly don't know what you want to call this one other then "Hair: A Psychadelic Experiment":

It's neat because it's different but it is NOT my child. It's career ending. Like when Baby from Dirty Dancing got a nose job. Where is she now? Exactly my point.