O'Hair My O'Hair

I'm very excited. I just got my hair cut in a bob! It's so fun to feel my hair bounce and touch my ears, face, and neck. Lightness, airiness. Even though I just moved to Frederick in August, and I was worried that I wouldn't be able to find The Hairdresser, I actually found her at my first appointment. Okay, so I didn't just find her like a needle in a haystack. Downtown Frederick has lots of nice hair salons and they measure up online with good reviews about their services. Even though my salon, as I now identify O'Hair, was not on some of the mainstream hair salon sites, it had some really good clues that it would be The Place. First of all, it was downtown, near Market Street on Church Street. Very classy location in downtown right next to a homemade soap store, and it is in a restored building that is, well, really cool. To add to that, it had Bumble and Bumble hair products, which are, well, the best hair products in my opinion. Not that I have done extensive objective research, but what girl has not tried a menagerie of hair care lines? Even a girl that doesn't have the words highlights, lowlights, and toners in her vocabulary probably has done a fair share of drug store surveying to find the right shampoo, conditioner, and hair gel combination to produce a style - even if it is the bed-head greasy look.

So if I could shout it from the rooftops (and not scare people), I would cock-a-doodle "O'Hair, Megan; O'Hair, Megan" with gusto. Obviously it can be harder to find just the right stylist, so I am very happy my search for the hair dresser did not actually lead me to Whitman-ia because my hair looked bad. And for that, I certainly have a little reason to celebrate.

O'Hair my O'Hair! our fearful trip is done,
The ship has weathered every rack, the prize we sought is won

I'll interject that the prize would be, of course, a perfect bob.

WetNoz

So Coco has been having an anxiety attack all this week. Last Sabbath, on the way out the door with his pointy-toed dress shoes, Carl stepped on her food dish and broke it. So all this week we've fed her out of a plastic container and she looks nervously at her food, shifts in reverse and backs away as if crunchies monster was going to eat her. I tried to help her by standing by her and petting her. The only thing gained by doing this was that I could observe her heart thumping like a jack rabbit running in the Appleton's pasture as Andy was driving by in the Explorer trying to hit them. No such drama in our kitchen was happening, except in Coco's little nervous mind. By Wednesday, still not having eaten more than a hand-fed kibble, it was apparent she was not going to start eating again. She started becoming extra depressed and lethargic and I knew I needed to find her a replacement bowl for her precious kibble. Of course, having looked at a pet store and Target, I could not find a bowl that would meet her safety requirements. In the pet store, they had only fancy painted ones that had metal liners. As everyone knows, metal liners can creep out and crawl across the floor and nip at little doggies in there beds at night. Target only had plastic ones and that clearly won't do for our little doggie. So, I went to Two Paws Up, a local pet boutique in Frederick and found just the bowl for Coco FiveStarFido - Zen Dish now not only does this dish have the perfect name to market to Coco...it has a treat spot by the bowl so if she gets scared, she starts to smell the wonderful aroma coming from her treat and will get reined in by it. So far (since yesterday afternoon when I found this little treasure) she's eaten two meals! That's two more meals eaten than the rest of the week - Sabbath to Thursday. Hope this keeps up after she gets used to eating a treat at each meal...

Totally loving this lamp...

Birds Nest Hanging Lamp

I love these lamps! I think they would be so great in a play room or nursery.

Airport Run

I just took Christine and Eric to the airport. That was the first time I drove to BWI directly and the first time in awhile that I've driven in "snow flurries." I much prefer them (referring to the flurries, not E and C), to rain. Although, driving in 28 degrees doesn't exactly make me feel warm and fuzzy. Especially when my iPhone was turned off by the phone company because my family on the opposite coast forgot to pay the bill. So I had to memorize the route and stay confident that I was going the way that I had memorized. I have a tendency to try to talk myself out of a route I could have recited 10 times in a row without flinching before I got to the final exam on the road. I'm now at home with my fabulous baby boy who is using me as a jungle gym at the moment and his little monkey paws are freezing. Maybe I should go turn up the heat. Radiant idea.