Haircuts: To Go Cheap or Not?

Rob and I continue to have the same fight. To go cheap on the hair cut or not.

Rob -Pays about $7.50 at a walk in place. Result: A buzz cut that makes him look like he works at Petawawa. He doesnt and its hideous.


Meg - Pays about $70. Result: Walks out looking DE-LICOUS!!!

But, admittedly, the last time I got a hair cut, I thought I would try the Rob approach and went to a local salon. In Renfrew. In the Ottawa Valley. THE VALLEY! Anyone see my mistake yet?

Off I went to meet my hairstylist who asked how "you'se guys were doin?" And for exactly $18 I got a haircut. With teasing. I have thick hair. You can imagine.


So I go back to the $70 haircut with Frank who is not gay and not chatty but does offer me coffee as I watch Pamela Wallin get her hair blow dryed....

Charlotte and Jake sitting in a tree....

Rob and I decided to be brave and take care of dear Charlotte, the very active 2 1/2 year old niece, for an ENTIRE weekend. Brave or stupid, you decide.

We survived. Thanks to the pets. The pets are minus a bit of fur but they should get over the trauma soon. Although I was informed that Charlotte "didnt like Nilla...that much" despite hugging and kissing the poor dog all day.

As you can see, Nilla is no longer wanting love and is hiding in her crate. FAR and DEEP into her crate.

Jake on the other hand was feeling the love a lot more and enjoyed his napping companion...



On the other hand, Rob just gave up and hoped for a moments peace to eat his sandwhich....

Its ......a.......BABY!

Its not often that I get to see my sister have an appetite as big as mine nor a belly as squishy. So here ya go - pictures of Missy with her big ol' belly. Note: she is 5 months pregnant......with.....a.....GIRL!!!!!

FrankenBrandy

Yes, spring has sprung. Which means it was time to deal with Brandy's fur matts. This wonderful kitty had managed to get matts all over her belly and sides. One was so big it started just behind her front leg and extended all the way down her side to her butt! And was at least two inches wide!


There was nothing we could do - oh sure there is prevention. But we are lazy. So........we had to shave her. Rob wanted to shave her from the neck down. I said no. This cat cannot be laughed at by the other neighbourhood cats....she must have a mohawk. I won.


The process took a week. We would start, Brandy would be fine. Then she would squirm. Then she would howl. We kindly let her go and would start all over again the next day.


Below you will see the before and after. Brandy to Frankenbrandy. I maintain she still looks cool with a mohawk. Skinny, but cool.


Before

AFTER

Mrs. Hough!

When did I grow up?

Its official. I seem to have grown up. There have been some tell-tale signs that are simply impossible to ignore any further. I will itemize:

1. When I meet new people they ask if I have children.

2. I am seriously excited about my new kitchen table.

3. I email people for recipes.

4. I wear sensible shoes.

I want a Matzoball!!!

Rob and I have fallen in love. No, not with each other. With the English bulldog. Thanks to an Adam Sandler clip (http://www.adamsandler.com/index.php?section=matzomeat) on late night tv, we now want one of these drooling, wrinkled, wheezy, snorting, farting animals.

And why not? We only have two cats and a lab. Four animals is the legal limit in this town! One more to go baaaaaaaaaaaby!

Slight problem, the puppies cost about $1500.

So, our love remains unsatisfied for now.