http://www.blogigo.co.uk/mo_ Give me hair or give me peace. en mo_ mo_ Fri, 17 Mar 2006 07:53:35 +0100 daily 1 http://www.blogigo.co.uk/mo_/entry/7/MO4.jpg     http://www.blogigo.co.uk/mo_/entry/7/MO3.jpg I took vitamins, I slept, I ate, I drank, I didn't drink, I exercized, I wept.  I consumed snake oil.  When it comes to hair growth, time is your friend.    My hair grew at the exact rate of one half inch per month.  One year has passed since my hair re-growth experiment began.   Hoping to have enough material to cover a bi-weekly blog, I was disappointed to find that I fell squarely on the normal curve for hair growth and my material was...well, boring.   I've since had two trims & as you can see in the photo I have about 6 inches of hair.  I even got in touch with (and saw) my college boyfriend who was present the LAST time I cut my hair that short, thinking perhaps there was some deep rooted psychological connection.  With the hair cutting I mean.  ... Fri, 17 Mar 2006 07:53:35 +0100 http://www.blogigo.co.uk/mo_/The-Goddess-of-Hair-is-Asleep/7/ http://www.blogigo.co.uk/mo_/The-Goddess-of-Hair-is-Asleep/7/ January 25 Some people don't like to be alone in their impatience. In a thoughtless gesture of kindness, I went out today and bought two finches for the children. It's been on my to-do list (meaning the girls have been hounding me relentlessly for weeks) and I figured now would be a good time to create some excitement, fill the void while waiting for my hair to grow. I brought home the two lovely finches and set them on a side-table in the dining room. This sent our two hunting dogs into a hysterical panic. Pleas of "leave it" only redirected their attentions momentarily and have resulted in a honing of their prey-drive to an intensity I've never before witnessed. I must say this behavior is not entirely unforseen. When walking on the beach, our youngest dog Dori (aptly named after the Finding Nemo character, due to some unfortunate similarities in her behavioral characteristics) is unable to allow any bird to remain seated or otherwise in contact with the beach... Thu, 01 Dec 2005 04:58:55 +0100 http://www.blogigo.co.uk/mo_/Welcome-to-Anxietyville/2/ http://www.blogigo.co.uk/mo_/Welcome-to-Anxietyville/2/ I don't know how they got in, but one must have because the morning of St. Patrick's day, everyone in the house woke up with GREEN hair.  Now, being a stay at home mom, I wasn't phased much because nobody really cares what I look like.  But my husband, who highly values what little hair he has left, and had a "MEETING" that morning, was NOT so relaxed about the whole thing.  I keep trying to get him to have a little fun, but it's all work, work, work, and unfortunatly he was able to wash it out & looked human when he left the house at 7.      The children, who never actually bathe except for an occasional visit to the swimming pool, were forced to go to school and explain to the rigid parochial administration that there was a fault in our home security system and that today, they HAD to break the dress code.  Backed into a corner (I knew the administration had gleefully ransacked the first 3 grades all in the name of the... Thu, 17 Mar 2005 06:26:06 +0100 http://www.blogigo.co.uk/mo_/I-AM-a-Leprechaun/6/ http://www.blogigo.co.uk/mo_/I-AM-a-Leprechaun/6/     I spent the day in the ER.  It has been 'spring break' for the past 2 weeks & during that time we've had our house appraised and visited Texas.  In addition to whipping the house and garden into pristine condition, I *(as is my custom) laundered everything in the house and flew there and back solo with 3 chidren and got minimal sleep.  I have had a migraine since last Saturday that I've shotgunned with every OTC available to get me through each day.     This morning I couldn't take it anymore. Convinced I had a brain tumor, or aneurism, or some other impending tragedy, I called the babysitting/friend circuit and could not find a soul in town able to handle the troops- so we all went in.  We were whisked through the system in a mere 4 hours only to be told- TADA- I have a migraine.  I was going for the full body scan but they offered me Fioricet...I said I can't drive on that stuff...so they said I should take it tonight, to give myself a... Fri, 11 Mar 2005 04:34:35 +0100 http://www.blogigo.co.uk/mo_/Mom-s-Night-Out/5/ http://www.blogigo.co.uk/mo_/Mom-s-Night-Out/5/ February 11 I could hear the alarm clock ringing down the hall, and hustled to preserve a few minutes of morning solitude. Rounding the corner I saw my 3 year old slide to the floor, cross the room, slap the snooze button and climb back into bed. I waited for my thoughts to process. At first I was gently amused he'd inherited my tendency to doze (perhaps to excess). The next thought- that no child should be aware of a SNOOZE button at all- left me pondering. I have always been a big sleeper, pulling 12 hour stretches if given the opportunity. It was a way to avoid things I didn't want to think about, or do- and slipping back into REM won out often over faciing the day. Margaritas came in a close second. These days, I've forsaken the booze and am left with little else to supress the stark realities. In the hair department waking up has taken on a new meaning. Where the pillow once had gently mussed my hair leaving it pleasantly tossled in the morning, it now swirls and batters it upwards to the... Sat, 12 Feb 2005 05:03:01 +0100 http://www.blogigo.co.uk/mo_/Wake-UP/3/ http://www.blogigo.co.uk/mo_/Wake-UP/3/ Some people don't like to be alone in their impatience. In a thoughtless gesture of kindness, I went out today and bought two finches for the children. It's been on my to-do list (meaning the girls have been hounding me relentlessly for weeks) and I figured now would be a good time to create some excitement, fill the void while waiting for my hair to grow. I brought home the two lovely finches and set them on a side-table in the dining room. This sent our two hunting dogs into a hysterical panic. Pleas of "leave it" only redirected their attentions momentarily and have resulted in a honing of their prey-drive to an intensity I've never before witnessed. I must say this behavior is not entirely unforseen. When walking on the beach, our youngest dog Dori (aptly named after the Finding Nemo character, due to some unfortunate similarities in her behavioral characteristics) is unable to allow any bird to remain seated or otherwise in contact with the beach within about a 300 yard... Tue, 25 Jan 2005 23:15:24 +0100 http://www.blogigo.co.uk/mo_/Welcome-to-Anxietyville/4/ http://www.blogigo.co.uk/mo_/Welcome-to-Anxietyville/4/ It defies explanation. Whether it be symbolic, sympathetic, or just the result of self-destructvie energy directed hair-wards to quell the rising tide of anger I felt towards my husband that night, there is no reason. I was just sitting too close to scissors at the wrong moment. Staring down at the hair on the floor I realized the irreversability of my actions and tried to keep my mind clear. "Look on the bright side" I thought to myself. As crazy as I am sometimes, I can't fool myself when it comes to the harsh reality. 4 years of hair growth is a lot to sacrifice- and at 40,there's no free time to devote to growing it back. I searched the internet frantically for hope that there was new technology, short of implants, that would restore me instantly to my former self. I bought Hair Formula 37- "snake oil" as my husband calls it- knowing full well I was grasping at straws. I looked for photos, anything to give me a glimpse into the future. How long will it take? What will it look like 2... Mon, 24 Jan 2005 04:46:33 +0100 http://www.blogigo.co.uk/mo_/Praying-to-the-Goddess-of-Hair/1/ http://www.blogigo.co.uk/mo_/Praying-to-the-Goddess-of-Hair/1/