new hair...

So I want to grow my hair out again, I kinda Miss my mohawk...I KNOW RIGHT! So I broke down and colored it the other night...

I went from this...



To that...



I think it came out great. I used SPLAT from walgreens and I love it. I have used this dye a few times and the colors always come out amazing. My one thing I hate is that it leaves color deposits on my scalp for a few days becuase its so highly condensed…but you get bleach (tho it wasn’t a lot and if you have long hair you might think about getting two kits) and color in the kit for less than $10 bucks.

Couldn't you just spit!

The Rime of the Ancient Mariner

Why do I love this poem, its part of the

Like one, that on a lonesome road
Doth walk in fear and dread,
And having once turned round walks on,
And turns no more his head;
Because he knows, a frightful fiend
Doth close behind him tread."

If you want to read the whole poem you can find it here...

http://etext.virginia.edu/stc/Coleridge/poems/Rime_Ancient_Mariner.html

a new shawl

So after frogging a shawl that was totally off count I casted on a new wrap. Its going to be my own design, simple but fun...Can we say drop stitches ;-)

So winter is here in the city, I took a photo out my patio window...



Yea you would never guess that I'm looking downo on the city and i have a veiw of the bay...

Wet and foggy, thank goodness I have plenty of hats and scarves to keep my comfy :-)

Yes, Virginia

Is There a Santa Claus? was the title of an editorial appearing in the September 21, 1897 edition of the New York Sun...

Dear Editor--I am eight years old.
Some of my little friends say there is no Santa Claus.
Papa says, 'If you see it in The Sun, it's so.'
Please tell me the truth, is there a Santa Claus?

Virginia O'Hanlon
115 W. 95th Street


Virginia, your little friends are wrong. They have been affected by the scepticism of a sceptical age. They do not believe except they see. They think that nothing can be which is not comprehensible by their little minds. All minds, Virginia, whether they be men's or children's are little. In this great universe of ours man is a mere insect, an ant, in his intellect, as compared with the boundless world about him, as measured by the intelligence capable of grasping the whole of truth and knowledge.

Yes, Virginia, there is a Santa Claus. He exists as certainly as love and generosity and devotion exist, and you know that they abound and give to your life its highest beauty and joy. Alas! how dreary would be the world if there were no Santa Claus! It would be as dreary as if there were no Virginias. There would be no child-like faith then, no poetry, no romance to make tolerable this existence. We should have no enjoyment, except in sense and sight. The eternal light with which childhood fills the world would be extinguished.

Not believe in Santa Claus! You might as well not believe in fairies! You might get your papa to hire men to watch in all the chimneys on Christmas eve to catch Santa Claus, but even if you did not see Santa Claus coming down, what would that prove? Nobody sees Santa Claus, but that is no sign that there is no Santa Claus. The most real things in the world are those that neither children nor men can see. Did you ever see fairies dancing on the lawn? Of course not, but that's no proof that they are not there. Nobody can conceive or imagine all the wonders there are unseen and unseeable in the world.

You tear apart the baby's rattle and see what makes the noise inside, but there is a veil covering the unseen world which not the strongest man, nor even the united strength of all the strongest men that ever lived, could tear apart. Only faith, fancy, poetry, love, romance, can push aside that curtain and view and picture the supernal beauty and glory beyond. Is it all real? Ah, Virginia, in all this world there is nothing else real and abiding.

No Santa Claus! Thank God! he lives, and he lives forever. A thousand years from now, Virginia, nay, ten times ten thousand years from now, he will continue to make glad the heart of childhood.

a good question...

Can I have some more please...

Picture this...

Walgreen pharmacy on Castro....

Jose: Hey hun how are you doing. I came to pick up my prescription.

Pharmacist: Sure we can do that whats your name?

Jose: My nams is Jose _____, here's my I'D.

Pharmacist: Here it is, Vicodine...Is there anything else I can do?

Jose: Yea could you fax in my other script to my dentist. Its for my other script of Vicodine, 48 pills I do believe...

Pharmacist: Sure I can do that...

Me: 48? You just got a bottle of 48...

Jose: Well this 48 is for my back...and this is for my mouth...


So.....Vicodine has to be body part specific? who knew lol

These are my friends...*sigh*

*takes a deep breathe*

I've achieved so much in life, but I'm an amateur in love
My bank account is doing just fine,
But my emotions are bankrupt
My body is nice and strong, but my heart is in a million pieces
When the sun is shining, so am I
But when night falls, so do my tears

Sometimes the fear is so loud in my heart
That I can barely tell our voices apart
Sometimes the fear is so loud in my head,
That I can barely hear what God says

But then I hear a whisper that, 'This, too, shall pass'
I hear the angels whisper that, 'This, too, shall pass'
My ancestors whisper that this day will one day be the past
So I walk in faith that this, too, shall pass

The one that loved me the most
Turned around and hurt me the worst
I'm doing my best to move on
But the pain just keeps singing me a song
My head and my heart are at war
'Cause love ain't happening the way I wanted
Feel like I'm about to break down
Can't view the light at the end of the tunnel

It's when I pray for healing in my heart
To be put back together, what is torn apart
And I pray for quiet in my head
That I can hear clearly what God says

Then I hear a whisper that, 'This, too, shall pass'
I hear the angels whisper that, 'This, too, shall pass'
My ancestors whisper that this day will one day be the past
So I walk in faith that this, too, shall pass

All of a sudden I realize that it only hurts worse to fight it
So I embrace my shadow, and hold onto the morning light

This, too, shall pass... This, too, shall pass...

I hear the angels whisper that trouble don't have to last always
I hear the angels whisper:
Even the day after tomorrow will one day be yesterday
I hear my angels whisper
I hear my angels whisper: This, too, shall pass.