Mornings Are for Gushy Food

As soon as I open my eyes, my cat is aware of that fact, knows that I have regained consciousness and has decided that, since it’s been a few minutes since he last snacked on the crunchies always available in his food dish he is starving to death and he needs his gushy food. NOW!!!! Poor baby. Starving too death. Bad, bad, evil Mama, makes him wait while she takes her morning stuffs, gets her coffee on and runs in to pee. Oh! the horror of it! The whole time, he is running back and forth, dogging my steps, rubbing on my legs, kissing ass, purring and meowing at a volume that would convince anyone that that he hadn’t been fed in a week. Then the moment the little turd gets the good stuff, that’s it. He doesn’t want to know. He is done until he wants something else. Typical cat.

How the fuck does a jumbo jet just “disappear?” In this day and age, with the technology we have available, satellites, radar, cell phones… All of the nattering about everything they have tried I haven’t heard anything about trying to contact or ping the cell phones of the passengers on board. Surely they have tried???? Please, tell me that I am not the only person that has thought of this? I’m sure I’m not. Still… A triple seven doesn’t just “disappear.” There is no pinging from the black boxes? No contact from the passengers, if the plane was landed, somewhere… Anywhere? Nope. Where is that plane? Did it crash? Is it deep in the ocean? Deep in a jungle? Did it land in a remote country and the people on board are being held, somewhere? It’s crazy and weird.

Had my hair done the other day. My roots were out of control! They get that way. Yeah, my hair is having a chemical romance with peroxide and dye. I had a few more layers cut around my face, too. I recently (just a few weeks ago) had my long hair cut to just below my shoulders. The shedding from my surgery in November, the resulting weight loss is fucking insane. I am losing hair in hanks.

When I was in prep for my surgery my hair was almost long enough for me to sit on. I knew that post surgery my hair was going to take a huge hit, shed like a sonofabitch and it was going to be rough so I started the dealing with it process by first doing a long psych myself up for it, then I had my stylist cut my hair to just above my bra strap. That was last September. It was still long, by most peoples standards, tho it felt pretty short to me, who was in to wearing her hair long. I let it grow from there and it was just about to my waist but it was shedding so terribly that the hair balls, especially on wash days, were the size of shower pouffs. Dealing with the huge shedding and the long hair was too depressing. As sad as I was to cut off my long hair, I couldn’t hack (if you will pardon the pun) the huge hairballs any longer. They were fucking bumming me out!

I accepted the fact that for the immediate future, anyway, I m going to be a shorter haired girl. It’s okay. I knew, going in to this that the likelihood that this would happen was high and I have been preparing myself for it. I knew that as I lose weight, I would lose hair. I am going to lose more for a while. It’s a good thing I have really thick hair because if I didn’t, I’d be half bald, by now! No joke. I have some thinning along my hairline, at my crown… my overall volume is down dramatically. I still have some hair. For now… I know that it won’t all fall out. I just hope that it won’t thin to the point that vast areas of scalp become visible.

Look, I am not trashing on anyone who looses their hair to medical treatments, such as chemotherapy. I feel for them. My cousin is fighting breast cancer for the second time around and has lost all of her hair, again. She had such beautiful hair. The women in our family are genetically blessed that way… But for me, since that is not the case, I am allowing myself vain whining. And yes, it is in the face of awareness that others are suffering much worse and no I don’t need lectures that others are suffering much worse. I get the others who are suffering much worse. I lost my mother to cancer last November so yeah, save your self righteous bullshit for someone else. I don’t need it and I don’t want it.

Okay, Erika, dial it down.

I was late for my appointment, the other day. I have become one of those people… Run late. I used to be that annoying person who is always so prompt, checking her watch, worried she will be late, is early. Now, I think I have bags of time so I take my time, fritter around, doinkity-doink and next thing you know… I’m late. But hey,

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Am I right?

It’s nice to have fresh, bright roots. We talked about changing up my look a little with lowlights and deeper roots, then blowing my overall colour lighter, cooler, kind of a “bitch blonde” look. I was all about it but right now, with my shedding and thinning, I think that dark hair close to my scalp is a bad idea. I have a very light scalp and the contrast will only serve to emphasize the thinning even more. So, for now we are keeping my light all over look. She did my roots then mixed in some toner and pulled colour through to my ends, which she hadn’t done in a while and refreshed my hair all over and it looks good. I’ll do bitch blonde when the thinning stops and my thickness starts to recover.

I think I’ll link my Instagram to this blog, just for the fun of it. See how it works.