On Christmas Day, my kids wanted to talk to their grandparents, to tell them all about the gifts they received from Santa. I dialed the number (my in-laws) and handed the phone to my husband, the kids were sitting at his feet. He put the phone on “speaker,” and the kids said,“Merry Christmas,” when
they heard a voice on the other end of the line.
The phone was passed around to several people who all were very festive and wishing us well. I didn’t recognize any of the voices, and I whispered to my husband,“who in the hell is that?!” He then looked at the phone, and could see that I had dialed the wrong number. He hung up quickly, and glared at me, as if I had done it on purpose. The last three digits of their phone number are, 441, and I always dial 444.
Back in July, we called the same number and sang a complete version of “Happy Birthday to You.” At the end, the kids were devastated when an old voice yelled that it wasn’t her birthday, and that she didn’t appreciate us singing to her!
I think I need a haircut. Yesterday, I was completely consumed with editing my manuscript, when out of nowhere; something appeared right beside me and scared the hell out of me. Turns out it was my hair! Did you ever get the feeling that someone was watching you or following you? That’s how it is with my hair. Eventually it takes on a life of its own. My daughter was blessed with the same big hair, except in a beautiful shade of red.
Last night we were celebrating my niece’s birthday at the House of China. The entrance to the restroom area is decorated with long beads that you have to walk through. My daughter got her hair stuck in the beads. When she announced this to our party of eleven people, they all began to laugh. She looked at me in amazement, wondering why they thought it was funny.
My straight-haired son has also learned how much fun big hair can be. Much to the dismay of his sister, he figured out that if you make an action figure “dance” on the head of a big-haired person, that eventually the arms and legs will become entangled. Seeing a “Super Man” action figure stuck in someone’s hair is pretty funny, unless you are the victim, or the Mom that is cutting it out.
It’s just a fact of life that when you have big hair you will run into situations that straight-haired people will never encounter. And yes, you will be made fun of or laughed at from time to time, but you can always count on an old person at the mall, complimenting you, and saying how beautiful your hair is. Old people like big hair.
The one thing I have learned so far about editing, is that I don’t use commas frequently enough. I think commas are stupid. I talk fast, and don’t have little pauses in my sentences when I talk, so why should I have to use them when I write? Texting has ruined me. I feel like a second grader, moaning and groaning about correcting mistakes. I’m like a kid “relearning” all the basic’s again. But that’s O.K.; I’ll learn so much from editing this book, that the next book will be a piece of cake. No pain, no gain.
Have a great day passengers and GO PACK