I'd like to

be able to blame my blow dryer (I have two now that I purchased one for each household, since I left my original one at Joan's last weekend), and my hair product (I've got cheap, and expensive take your pick). But it all comes back to me - and the faulty hair doin gene.

My hair just has a stronger constitution than I do. I can't make it mind! Good thing I made a better parent than I do hair do-er. Kinda.

Next I've got to break down my natural force field and allow someone other than Pablo to touch my feet. I need a pedicure before sunny Florida. Tomorrow or Thursday night. Stat! (I just felt like saying that).

For some strange reason, today, while cooking with Crisco at work, (no not really - that means I was just really busy and kept up a steady stream of work) I came to the realization that while I consider myself fairly liberal regarding social causes, personally I've actually been quite conservative.

Aside from a bit of dabbling in some herbs my freshman year of college, illegal drugs were out for this kid. Not even tempted. And my virtue - my Catholic school girl sense of guilt was highly developed and I didn't follow my older sister's Cindo's advice. (She told me "Don't wait - sex is fun!") I waited anyway. Okay not until I got married - but longer than most.

I guess what I'm saying is that I hold myself to more conservative standards than I hold others to. Isn't that weird? Split personality? Bi-polar?