Locks of Love?

I was in need of a haircut, which I almost never get because I'm lazy. Lazy about hair. I hate doing my hair. Hate it. But I don't hate it when it is done, which is almost never. I wear it back all week, and I fix it for church on Sunday. Because I'm so lazy about it , it had grown as long as it's ever been, almost to my waist, which is way too long. Time for a cut. But I'm not only lazy about my hair, I'm cheap. So I had to wait for $3 Thursday at the beauty school, which is where I always get my hair trimmed. Now, you may be getting the idea that I don't care much about my hair, which is true. Or at least I thought it was true.
I had decided on 3 or 4 inches. Nothing dramatic, nothing different. Then, while combing through my hair, the stylist commented on how, if I cut a little more, I could donate it to Locks of Love. I asked her to show me how short it would be, and she pointed to a spot about half way down my back. She kept telling me that my hair would still be plenty long, nothing to worry about.
So now I'm kind of in a hard place. Inside I was screaming, No don't do it! Don't trust her!, but I didn't want to look like a jerk who doesn't care about kids with cancer who can't afford wigs. I tried to act casual as I said "Yeah sure, I can do that. No big deal". In reality, I wanted to get up and run away from her and her scissor happy hands as fast as I could.
Now that it's all said and done, was it a big deal? Yeah, it was. By the time she finished chopping, my hair was to my shoulders. Was I happy about it? Not at all. Did I say anything to her? No, because again, I didn't want to look like an unfeeling jerk. I'm still furious every time I do my hair, even if it is only once a week. And, I guess I am a jerk after all, because charity or not, I still regret it. Oh well, nothing I can do about it now. I suppose I'll get over it- THREE YEARS from now- when it grows back out.
Moral of the story? I think Jason summed it up pretty well when he shrugged and said, "That's what you get when pay $3 for a haircut".

Thank You

Yesterday in church I asked Spencer to write a thank you note to the person that gave a talk on the Holy Ghost at his baptism. It was so good I had to share it-

Eight is Great

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Spencer turned eight last month and was baptized this last Saturday. Like most kids, he was super excited about his eighth birthday and all that comes with it. He was easy on me this year and decided not to have a friend party. Instead, he wanted to go to a movie with me and Jason. He chose the new Alice in Wonderland in 3D. Much better than putting on a party. He didn't even want a decorated cake. He wanted a fruit cocktail cake, which is the easiest cake ever.

We had lots of family down for the baptism. Jason's parents decided last minute to drive down from Washington and surprise Jason (thankfully I knew about it ahead of time). They brought with them Jason's sister and her two daughters. Jason's other brother and his family came from Springville, and my parents came as well. The kids just LOVED having all that family around. It was a busy but fun weekend.

We're so grateful to have Spencer in our family. He's so full of drama (quite literally), and is always keeping us either entertained or exercising our patience . He's always got a new book he's written or a "play" or a song and dance to share with us. And he's always dressing up as something. It doesn't matter it we don't have a costume for it, he'll make his own for every occasion. Yesterday at dinnertime, he was all decked out in army gear and insisted on putting his dinner in Ziploc bags so that he could take it out to the park and "survive". He's got more imagination than I've ever seen, and we love having him around.
Happy Birthday Spence! We love you!