I Whip My Hair Back and Forth

Actually, I can't. With all this hair, I'd probably break my neck. I'm not 10 years old and agile like Willow Smith after all.

So remember that little change I made to this list about trying a new hair color? It's harder to achieve than I thought. After checking with the only stylist I trust with scissors to my hair, I'm a little scared. She made the very good point that having a new hair color would mean having to touch up my roots. For a low-maintenance person, that's just way too much work. And commitment. I'm not ready!

So I'm going to take her very wise advice to go with highlights instead. I may never have Julianne Moore's hair (sigh). To make sure I don't chicken out, I bought the Travelzoo deal for a cut, color and gloss package at Ted Gibson's salon. (The deal is still open so if you want to get your hair did, go get it!) Laying down the cash means I'll actually go and do it. That's a piece of weight loss/workout advice I learned at work that I am using towards my vanity. Sounds about right.

Maybe I'll get something similar to Katie Holmes' hair color (and style even?), although my hair color is close enough to this already:

What do you guys think? Ted Gibson, I leave my hair in your hands!

Take This Love and Take It Down

Climbed a mountain and I turned around

Landslide is one of those songs that seems to come into my life when I need it: about four years ago when my uncle died of cancer, super mommy blogger Damomma wrote a very touching blog post using the lyrics to talk about her grandmother's death. If a blog could give out hugs, her blog post did just that. I'd link to her post, but she doesn't archive posts older than two years. Frankly when I worked for the not-to-be-named mommy magazine, I didn't really feel like I should be writing for them. I didn't belong in that club. But reading Damomma's posts was a highlight of my job. If I could write anything like Liz, I'd be pretty freakin happy.

Then I saw my reflection in the snow covered hills
But the landslide brought it down

I remember listening to this song more than six years ago too, riding the train on my weekend trips to Long Island. I felt like I had to choose between two lives. Or that I was straddling between them.

Oh mirror in the sky, what is love?
Can the child within my heart rise above?

And now, at another big transition point, tonight's Glee episode (don't judge me, I still refuse to call myself a Gleek) brought me back to this song.

Can I sail through the changing ocean tides?
Can I handle the seasons of my life?

I have to.

Well I've been afraid of changing, cause I built my life around you
But time makes you bolder, children get older
I'm getting older too.
Well I'm getting older too.

Change is good. Right?