Yesterday, I forgot to post the obligatory "Three years ago, I married my best friend" Facebook status. Not only am I woefully un-influenced by peer pressure into doing those sorts of meaningless, menial social media things that have become basic building blocks of digital life, BUT things were going on. Exciting, meaningful, real life things!
A.) We got a beautiful new niece for our Anniversary. Adalynn Sue Ritta, welcome to the planet. We don't expect you to "blinking, step into the sun" for a little while yet, but we can't wait to meet you as soon as we possibly can.
B.) DOMA/ Prop 8 went DOWN! Congrats to the LGBT community; and warm thoughts to the opposition, who haven't lost anything at all.
Three years ago, I met my wonderful fella, the only one in the world for me, in the park where our relationship started and promised that we would be each other's closest family. Lucky for us, Religion, Society, and Government approved and we were allowed to fully combine our separate lives. We became family, inseparable. LGBT spouses have been "seperable" by law, illness, employment, military service, the list goes on and on. Yesterday, the Supreme court affirmed what Jon and I have found to be true for the past three years: that "Family" is determined by love. On our anniversary, I am so, so, incredibly happy that my friends and family are closer to winning the right that Jon and I are celebrating- to be family.
There's still work to do, of course. Marriage is always about work, right?
I can't write about Nebraska, because my inlaws relate heavily to all Nebraska goings-on. And I mostly try not to offend them.
For instance, I can't write about how Jon's actual science teacher used THE LOCH NESS MONSTER as "proof" that the Earth is only 6,000 years old. Because Nessie is clearly a Plesiosaur, rock solid proof that dinos and humans can walk the earth together and so of course: they did, and all of history collapses into the past 6,000 years. I cannot make this up. The young earth theory- Nessie proves it.
- long parenthetical aside coming-
(All imaginary animals and geological, anthropological, historical, astrological, and archaeological ignored certainties, and the fact that HAROLD CAMPING of failed apocolypse prediction fame also did the math for the young earth theory aside, can I just point out... "They can, so they must have"? I can run naked around our local Dairy Queen drive-thru, so apparently that's a thing I do: because Nebraska logic.)
Yes, that "science" teacher is long gone. But my inlaws paid tons of good money to send their children to that school for a Christian education.
So this post isn't funny. It's just awkward and socially isolating. This is me unsuccessfully not-writing-about-too-close-to-home-things.
Also- not all Nebraska is like our tiny rural town. Our actual town is just extra weird. It's like it freaky-fridayed with the isolated Arizona village that dreams up zany anti-immigration laws.
Stop reading this please. Log off, power down, get off the internet. Join the "blackout" protest against "CISPA"- (aka SOPA-with -a-new-name-gee-we-hope-no-one-notices). Because privacy is important, and the internet is basically your digital underwear drawer. Don't let the government become digital pantie sniffers. Andplusalso there's a lot of nasty stuff in there that may allow big business to take over the free exchange of ideas and make them slightly more costly than "free".
I have difficult hair. Getting it to conform to societal norms of beauty requires time, heat, a minimum of 2 power tools, oil, and the shining likeness of Queen B (Beyonce herself, natch) whispering "it's worth it, it's going to be fierce" into my slightly singed ears.
So a few years ago I quit. I embraced my natural black-brown shade, started washing and conditioning my naturally curly (somehow that seems like a euphemism) locks at night, air drying them till morning, briefly running a straightening iron over them in the morning for a looser wavy do, and then rubbing some morroccan oil into the ends for softness and shine. Voila-Passably pretty, healthy hair that grows fast, feels nice, and only requires 5 minutes of styling. Livin the dream, y'all.
Pinterest, that Devil's muse, convinced me that I was long overdue for a change. Particularly, that coloring my hair dark red/brown would be a brilliant lift for my boring, wavy, shoulder length coif. Basically the same style as "before" Laney in "She's All That".
And if you give a girl a dye-job, she's going to want a blow out. I hadn't blown out my hair for 2 years. I've blasted out stubbornly damp patches on the odd morning (yes, air drying overnight is not always enough), but not really fired up the 'ol heat ray to maximum and done the whole shebang sans diffuser. So I didn't know that my dryer had a short.
I burnt out a chunk of my hair. Not just burnt it. Melted it. Into a hunk of popcorn-scented frizz that broke off.
I'm not sure how long hair dryers are supposed to last, but I bought this one in 2007 to replace a totally different hair dryer that also shorted out and burnt out chunks of my hair.