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My sister has issues with my hair.  Just two really, but who's counting.

First, she says it's too long and needs to be cut into something more time consuming and tedious fashionable.  I'll give her this one a little because it does need some residual layers trimmed off the ends.  But you know what?  Life is short and so my hair has been all my life.  Just once, I'd like it to be long and swingy.  And baby, that takes some time to grow out.

Second, she's highly offended by the gray.  Like radically, bring out the protest signs, tie her down and get the hair dye, offended.  She says it makes me look older.  Yes, I'm only 51 and mostly gray, but I feel I've earned my stripes.  Oh, nothing extreme and most of the life I've experienced I've brought on myself, but it still takes it's toll.  So, I have gray hair and no qualms about showing it.  What can I say, I'm a non-conformist to the bitter end.

We have a wedding to go to in Chicago this weekend and "hair" appointments on Friday afternoon.  There will be NO hair dying involved but I'm going to cooperate a bit on the styling issue.  In reality, I'm a fairly wimpy, non-conformist.  Or is the proper term passive-aggressive?

On lighter topics.  Went and saw Hurt Locker and G.I. Joe over the weekend.  They were both ok as movies in their respective categories go.  I left G.I. Joe thinking of Star Wars for some reason.  You know, the first, second set of movies, not the second, first set.  Yes, my mind works in mysterious ways.  And I finished the pinwheel sweater for Daughter-type.  I've made this twice now and it's so much fun.  It has just enough crochet to make things interesting and works up fast.

Also, I almost went and bought me a Sony Prs-505.  My printed fanfic has taken over my bedroom and must be brought under control.  Not to mention Eldest-daughter will be coming to visit soon and she's a snoopy sort.  Not sure how to explain away my wee little fascination with slash fanfic.  Plus, like long hair, I just want it!  I shouldn't have to explain it to anyone at this point in my life.

And, finally, ONE WEEK TIL THE AUDIT!  Perhaps all of the above can be explained away due to stress thinking about the damn, annual audit.  Just add another stripe in the hair and get it all over with.