Clarification for Tom and Hair Cut Issues

In response to a brief "discussion" I had with Tom -- that woman isn't there any more. I love the shop and still patronize the place when I can. But, I won't ever forget how awful her lie made me feel and in the middle of my baby sister's bridal shower (that I spent so much on and planned so carefully). I cried for weeks and was torn up for a long time afterwards. She had me thinking something about someone that I just didn't want to believe. I mean, I wasn't talking to that person, anyway. But she said some terrible things with seeming "innocence" in her relation of the story to me at such an inappropriate time. It made me feel even worse about an already bad situation.

I think I just had a relapse and wanted to bitch in writing. It's been nearly a year and I still have doubts as to whether or not I know the truth at this point. I really have let it go, but the picture brought everything back -- I'm a bit vulnerable, now, and most of my friends know that when horrible things happen, I usually cling to something else instead of dealing with the real problem.

This relates to Stephany only in the coincidence that the shower was the last time I saw her -- she was too ill, after that, to come to Cat's wedding, our traditional Easter get-together, etc. She was a great lady and I am obsessing, I know. I just have had a hard time dealing with it -- so ... the wake is tonight and the funeral is tomorrow.

I've made myself feel better, today, by sending condolences to my "mentor" on the loss of her father, running up a tab this morning at Janelle's shop (for a tug-toy for Lia, some new food, and some better dental chews that keep her busy for a while), putting the finishing touches on my syllabus, helping Joe pick out an outfit for the wake, and playing with my new haircut.

I've really got to start going somewhere else to get my haircut. I'm ticked off because I had hair down to the middle of my back -- it looked like hell. I had big handfuls of hair everytime I combed because the usual shedding hair was getting tangled up in the rat's nest that I was growing. It had to get cut.

I found this really cute style and took a picture to Jeannie -- It hit at the shoulders and swung really cute. Well, let's just say that in about 4 months, my hair might be that long! Dammit -- I hate short hair. The only consolation is that my hair grows pretty fast. Shit. I really hate this cut. It's not quite as short as it was when I donated my hair, but it's still short. I'm also pissed because I had a good 10" cut off and could have donated again ... but I didn't want it that short -- so I didn't tell Jeannie to bundle it for donation. She just kept clipping and clipping. WHAT THE HELL IS UNCLEAR ABOUT "SHOULDER LENGTH?" FFFFFUUUUUUUCCCCCCKKKKK!

I feel better, now.