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It's a commitment thing.........kind of

I make commitments. I commit to getting my hair done by the same stylist. I commit to knitting. I commit to my family I commit to my husband in marriage and in life in general I commit to take care of my dogs I commit to get my face waxed so I at least look coiffed if I don't feel it but as I was driving home today I was thinking, a commitment has two sides, much like a penny. It's all the same but a little bit different. I commit to see Elaine and to have her and her alone cut, color, and style my hair, however I can't commit to having it done every six weeks, that seems excessive to me and only when I see a good solid inch of my peppered roots showing do I freak out, call her on the phone begging please can you get me in at your earliest convenience but not before 3:00 because I have to work a full 8 hours in order to pay for it ? I commit to being a contributive member of my family, but how does one do that? I mail them things because I can't see them every day. That

There and back again..........

I know, it's not the most original title and it really has been used before by Bilbo Baggins of the Shire , but it fits, because I have recently returned from a journey of my own with D. We decided to drive to Arizona..........we thought it through, a lot, and still decided to go with Ghetto Jepetto vs. the big ole jet liner.........I will say this, we saw some interesting things and some not so interesting things. For example the statue on top of the car swigging what I said was Guinness and is probably root beer. While the scenery in Southern Utah is amazing and crazy beautiful, the towns are reminiscent of 'The Hills Have Eyes ' therefore I risked a bladder infection and we soldiered on. (no offense to anyone who may live in Southern Utah, like I said, you have a good view) We almost made a wrong turn, actually used a road atlas because GJ does not have a GPS system installed, he doesn't need it, he's like an old horse, put him on the freeway and he brings me ho

The Crossing........

How many times a day do you cross the line? In anything? It doesn't have to be 'bad' necessarily but typically crossing a line isn't good otherwise the phrase 'You're really crossed the line this time' would have never been uttered from someones lips. Of course someone could cheer "YEHAWWW YOU CROSSED THE LINE", which as I read it just sounds like you're cheering me on for being the last one to cross the finish line...........I would like to say I am familiar with both phrases and their appropriate uses. The diagram above was for D's benefit regarding an email I sent him with a Curvy Knits pattern in it, followed by an 'i'm curvy'. The diagram lays out just where he went wrong in his response. The drawing may never make it to the Louvre but it gets the point across.