Oh HELL No

I woke up bright and early before the baby to finish my Hair Thursday post and my computer won’t start up.

I have hijacked D’s computer for the next thirty minutes before he leaves for work, attempting to set up an appointment at the Apple Genius Bar.

Wish me luck. I’ll be back soon. (FINGERS CROSSED. OH PLEASE DON’T DIE LITTLE POWERBOOK.)

When The Internet Ceases To Exist

Yesterday, our Internet connection was out for approximately eight hours. And it was glorious.

After my 5-minute OH MY GAH WHAT SHALL I DO! NO INTERNET! period, I realized there are plenty of things to do away from the Internet. Like enjoying your life without crouching over a 15-inch screen looking for your cyber buddies.

Let’s take a walk through Whoorl’s Day Without Internet. (In list-form, of course!)

1. This is huge. Almost 2 YEARS LATER, I finished Harry Potter #5. Yes, the same Harry potter I wrote about in October of 2005. It seems I took your advice (your advice? Are my 2005 commenters even reading this blog anymore?) and took a break from Harry Potter. A very long break. Finally, I can move on to The Half-Blood Prince and put #5 on the shelf for good.

2. I took care of my new black eye, which I explained over here.

3. I shipped back the Wheely Bug that I was SO intensely excited about. Turns out, if your baby is taller than the average 2-year-old, he will end up looking like an old man with secondary osteoporosis pushing a walker. Seriously, his upper body was parallel to the floor. Not good. (BUT SO HILARIOUS TO WATCH!)

4. I sorted through a 24-pound Fed Ex delivery of Wito’s birthday presents shipped from my mom in Oklahoma. Needless to say, Wito had a great day.

5. Dude! I did some crafty crafts! Look at these cute ponytail holders I made!

I even attempted a photo of the back of my head.

As you can see, back-of-the-head photography is not my forte.

I needed yesterday’s breath of fresh air. Of course, the result of the outage has forced me to be shackled to the Internet for the remainder of the day, writing Parent Dish posts and working on Hair Thursday.

Oh well, it was worth it.

The Magical Hair Color Tour

Man, I love Hair Thursdays, but can we jump back to the hair color poll? From the looks of my highly scientific survey, approximately two-thirds of you color your hair. That seems like a realistic number to me.

(It’s much more realistic than 78%, mind you.)

(Yes, there is a huge difference between 62% and 78%.)

(You know what? Leave me alone.)

However, after reading your comments, it has come to my attention that I may have misled you into thinking my hair has experienced nothing but pure chaste in the past 32 years. This could not be more untrue, as you will soon bear witness. After spending a good portion of my afternoon perusing through my old yellow box of photos, I give you this:

Whoorl’s Magical Hair Color Tour

It all started here, with a few subtle caramel highlights. Natural looking, yes?

I’m bored. Let’s take it up a notch and add a little more here and there.

Still brown, though. Kind of.

Time to touch up those roots! Oh, I have a great idea! While touching up, let’s just have my stylist run even MORE highlights through what’s left of my virgin hair. Brilliant!

Officially NOT a brunette.

We give thanks for this cornucopia of color. Just not on Whoorl’s head.

Okay, the blond has to stop. Let’s take it to a nice shade of reddish brownish something. I know! Dark butternut squash meets a kumquat! Tantalizing!

This color could have been the reason for the massive beer consumption.

Let’s go back to brunette. Except not just any brunette, an reddish brunette! Oh hell, throw some auburn in while you’re at it!

Do you hear something? Why, I think it’s the sound of my hair weeping! It’s being beaten into submission by my crimson lipstick!

The best color yet!

Kidding. That’s a wig.

You know, I’m sick of all this crap. I’m a serious person, with serious needs and serious thoughts. Seriously. Let’s take it all the way to the end of the spectrum.

Look, it’s shiny! Yet goth! Shoth!

As you can see from this riveting photo essay, I have been quite a hair color slut. (Just like 62% of you!) Let’s hug it out.

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