Produce Pixie

woo! my own personal photo booth! so...new haircut!! let me explain the terrible faces. A week ago, one of my co-workers confessed than a certain husband of mine reminded her and someone else of Sheldon from Big Bang Theory. 1) I'm not sure I see it and 2) She genuinely meant it as a compliment. I imagine that was in the back of my mind when, after viewing a couple pictures of my new haircut, my first thought was "There's a hint of Sheldon there!!" How bizarre, how bizarre! My kindly subconscious made me erase those photos before I could share them with the world, but then my more-adventurous (hah!) conscious regretted that and tried to recapture the moment by making Sheldon-inspired faces. I think the moment was way passed, though, so all you get is some strange faces.

(My semi-official official title at work is "Produce Pixie" and now i've got a pixie haircut to match!)

Feeling downright jittery about the trip to Tulsa this evening, and for once it's not a fear of travel, just excitement about the Tulsa Tough!!

Oh, and here's a recommendation: Use a good razor! after a lifetime of cheap razors (and that's not necessarily going to change, i'm still cheap-o) Daniel made me throw away all the rusty ones, and let me use his Schick-or-something 5-BLADE razor! and it was silky silky smooth! made shaving a downright PLEASURE! or at least, closer to one than i'd previously experienced ;) 

Current favorite word: Lame-a-zoid. Does that come from anywhere? anyone? Feedback appreciated :)

So, here's what I came up with when I was intending to nap (remedy for sleepiness currently under testing--Emergen-C plus Grease soundtrack):

Write with your eyes closed,
The better to hear

To drift beyond reason,
Rash judgment, and fear

Explore possibility,
Hoping and dreams

'Tween waking and sleeping
Alive at the seams