Thursday, October 07, 2010

Stop Talking Blueberry

Yeah, look at me, all vanishing again for a week, popping up with no coherent thoughts. Just: "Oog. Brain fuzzy." My brain is fuzzy. You know how the inside of your mouth feels kind of ... furry ... after eating cooked spinach? My head is like that. On the bright side, my head is now host to newly pink hair. Oh, my roots were so atrocious! Last hair appointment, we got all sidetracked and forgot to make my next appointment, and then by the time I realized it, my stylist was all booked! It was dire, seriously dire. So that I was wearing hats, and they were squeezing my brain and I was torn whether to take them off in public or not. Brain squeeze, roots, brain squeeze, roots.

I eventually chose in favor of brain comfort, and exposed my roots to the world. Or the world at the cafe where I was writing, anyway. As far as I know, everyone survived.

My lovely hair stylist pinked me at her house this evening, while Jim and Clementine hung out inside with her husband -- who was our first friend in Portland -- and kids. I am no longer a disgrace to the color pink, thank god!

You see what matters of incredible importance I blog about? Here's another one: I keep finding random things in my shirt. Shoved there by furtive baby fists. I think I catch, like, 85% of them going in, but there's that 15% or so that happen while I'm distracted and then fall out later. Like, a game piece, or a whole block. Things have fallen unceremoniously out of my bra that I would have sworn to you could never have gone unnoticed. And yet.

There's a whole food component too, but those tend to be in the 85%, especially the really awesome stuff, like sliced peaches. I might occasionally come across a cheerio though.

Brain had just notified me that it has exactly three coherent sentences left in it. That was one. There went another. Dog had to drive uphill but that's okay I like root beer don't you? Warm cheerios and then I waffle iron halleluja shut up. I've come to the end and kept talking you see what happens? So just. Stop. Talking. Blueberry.

9 comments:

tone almhjell said...

Tee hee! Funny spinached brained you!

brittany said...

yesterday when I leaf blowing and then the nasty egg on the floor so I up and took my peppermint tea. fuzz. I know how you feel.

brittany said...

only I don't have pink hair to contend with.

Catherine Denton said...

You make me laugh. Thanks.
Making Life a Work of Art!

Anonymous said...

Please keep blogging! You are an inspiration and we really need to hear from you!

But, um, no pressure or anything...

Suzanne said...

Pink the bomb hair good.

Write here... a squirrel yonder!

socks.

Pen said...

It's not that pink hair dye that fried your brain and made it fuzzy was it?(hehh) Just a thought! I'm sure it wasn't. :D

Jennifer Morian Frye said...

I feel much less alone now. Thank you Laini! Thank you.

Evie said...

"Warm cheerios and then I waffle iron halleluja shut up."

This sentence made my day!

All summer I had pink "peek-a-boo" color in my hair because I wasn't brave enough to dye my entire head. For fall, I'm back to brunette.

Conkee is my verification word. Love it!