my 10th grade English teacher (if you could call him a "teacher"...what a joke!) used to refer to homeless people as "hobos" and i thought that was so funny for some reason. i suppose there's actually a different definition for "hobo"...let me look it up now. hmmm, nope, except for the fashion term to identify a type of handbag it seems hobo does in fact mean someone who wanders from place to place without a permanent home or means of livelihood, to live or wander like a vagrant. ok, so now i wonder what the definition of "livelihood" is...looking that up now...hmph, well i guess my idea of livelihood was different from the real meaning. i guess it has more to do with actual financial support than livelyness! hah! i'm sure that's not a word - ops, it is, i just spelled it wrong. liveliness: full or suggestive of life or vital energy. and there we complete our english lesson for today :) i suppose you could say most hobos aren't probably full of liveliness but i don't think you could broadly make that statement about them. in fact, i think some of them rather enjoy it or thrive on it. although this is just a thought of mine based on no actual fact. maybe i should go out and interview the residents of O'Farrell St. in the Tenderloin?
at any rate, the point of all this blather is this: i got my hair done last saturday, much overdue, mega roots and white hair showing, split ends, the full mess. my good friend Jen restored my head to the image of beauty, sexy and health. however, when i first get my hair done, since i dye it red and that's such a hard color to keep, i try not to wash it that often, esp. in the very beginning. so today is thursday and i still haven't washed my hair...ok, this is bordering on gross. i can just hear Jen now saying "oh no sweetie, just wait a day or two, not five!!" alas, for various reasons (exhaustion, laziness, no one to look fab for - although i should always try to look fab for my hubby) here i am and i haven't washed my hair. so it's in a pony, complete with frizzy fly-aways and my head itches like it's infested with fleas. ok, now i'm painting a really gross picture and it's not quite that bad...although it kinda feels like it. so i was going to wash it today and re-fab myself but i noticed in the shower yesterday that the water was only luke-warm and when i tried to run a bath for tyler last night it was totally cold. i told tony i thought there was something wrong with the water heater as i hoped and prayed it was nothing major or expensive to fix. well it had been VERY windy here earlier in the week and tony said it's happened before that the wind has blown out the pilot light. ok, easy enough. well, not exactly. tony wasn't able to relight it last night and when i called PG&E this morning i could only get an appointment for tomorrow afternoon! ack, i'll have rodents living in my hair by then!! so tony started pulling a McGyver and fashioned some random long stick (since he couldn't find long matches at the store) and went back to the garage to try again to relight the pilot. now he's just fucking with me and won't tell me whether or not he was able to get it relit. he's enjoying this so much. i tend to think he did so i should just call and cancel PG&E and hopefully by noontime there'll be enough hot water for me to wash my hair while tyler naps, but he won't tell me for sure. what is it about men and how they get off on making their women crazy?!
lesson learned: after getting hair done, wash it within 2-3 days!! i just don't know how these people wander the street totally filthy, hair and privates unwashed for weeks. i just could never live that way!!
i guess it is fun to tease you. :)
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