A change (in hair color) will do you good!

This morning I participated in the Color Me Red event at David Scott Salon in North Olmsted on behalf of the American Heart Association & Go Red for Women organization.

So… I’m now (more of) a redhead:

One, I LOVE the shade of red created for me. Two, I needed a haircut like nobody’s business — she took off like six inches from the back! Three, BANGS! Final, I think it makes me look older… yet I like that.

Meanwhile, the last couple days I have been feeling less than myself. I’m bored out of my mind (with a slight tinge of loneliness), but I have the cleanest apartment this side of the river downtown and the happiest (albeit lazy) cat in Ohio. I’m feeling intelligently deprived, so I’m reading a lot, but I still have nobody on a regular basis with whom to converse. I can’t do too much or go too far from home, being that I’m still waiting for my unemployment wages to process. After a couple Super Bowl beers last night, I felt deflated, somewhat tired… and fucking CRIED (yeah, you know, dumb commercials and the Saints win and all. Right). And it was the worst sort of breakdown – for no explainable reason — I didn’t feel overwhelming pings of sadness or upset. I was laughing at myself because it just wouldn’t fucking stop. Yeah, like that.

I feel… useless. I don’t know how else to describe it.

I had to shake it off. After having my hair done, I felt recharged. It was great to socialize with new people — gossip a little, even if I don’t typically do that. I even read a freaking Entertainment Weekly (not that I really understood a lick of who or what everything was about).

Today has been ultra-productive, and I have prospective awesomeness in the near future. For now, I know I should be enjoying the time off while I have it, but I kinda think I have more to offer than just being a Stay-at-Home Cat Mom.

I mean, LOOK:

The damn thing watches One Life to Live, and I don’t even watch soap operas. I am NOT cut out to be a mother!

UPDATE: And. AND… I completely forgot the entire reason that I wanted to post today in the first place. Man, I love tangents. And angles, but only if they are obtuse.

Today is my 18-month mark of my quitting smoking. ONE YEAR and another SIX MONTHS of no tobacco or nasty nicotine in my system. It is delightful. I am very proud of myself. That was my tie-in to the whole idea of why the American Heart Association is a great organization — offering the means and ways to a healthy heart. QUITTING SMOKING is #1 on all the medical and “Be Healthy” lists for a reason.

Tune in next time when I tell you that you’ll be gay, and you will like it!

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