I cut my hair today. Well, I didn't cut it. That would only lead to disaster. My hairdresser took on that responsibility, and originally, I thought it turned out in disaster. I kept from crying on the whole drive home, but I sped down the highway, cursed at drivers who pulled out in front of me only to go six miles an hour while my car flew at a good 80 miles an hour (okay, I'm exaggerating...about the six miles an hour), and rushed to get in front of the mirror, which I shouldn't have done because then the waterworks began. It took a new washing and re-styling of the chopped locks to discover that I actually like what my hairdresser did. Being a woman is not fun! Lol!

Basically, I now have bangs that hit about the cheekbone level, and the layers are more prominent so my hair frames my face and is still pretty much the length in the back that you saw in the competition photos this year. I could use the flat iron at times when styling it, which I did for the shows, or I could rely on fingers, a round brush, and the blow dryer, which I did for tonight's session in the gym. See, I wanted my hair to look right for y'all since I promised video clips of one of my workouts. I'll have to check the clips out, but there are several of me doing lateral raises, upright rows, and rear pec deck drop sets. And a few bicep shots snuck their way into the mix. I don't know how that happened; my biceps have a mind of their own! :)

I'm hoping to upload those clips and save them on disk and mail them to JT tomorrow so they can make it into the next update. Just don't get upset if the quality isn't up to par. The gym lighting probably isn't the best at 9 p.m., which is when I finally made it in to do shoulders.

I also got my tootsies painted. Here's a funny story...well, funny to me. When I got my toes for the Junior Nationals, I told the girl, who didn't speak a lick of English, that I needed the pedicure to last for a week since I was doing shoots. Unbeknownst to me, she used a top coat that was acetone resistant. I should have been on candid camera when I tried to get that polish off last week. I rubbed and rubbed and rubbed, and the polish would not budge, would not smear, would not disappear. I soaked another cotton ball with remover and still...nothing. I nearly freaked! I thought I would have to live an eternity with an old french pedicure on my toes! A travesty, I tell you!!! Anyway, enough of the melodrama. When I went in tonight after getting my hair done (the hairdresser and nail salon are across the street from each other), the girl informed me that she had used an acetone resistant top coat. It all clicked in my mind.

So, there I was, magazines in my lap and feet being prettied up (Is that a term? It is now.), and the pedicurist starts to get the exfoliating scrub and loofah pad, and I stop her, "No, I don't want the scrub or massage." Her jaw nearly dropped. I mean, what woman wouldn't want her feet rubbed and scrubbed? Well, I'm not every woman. Actually, my feet are soooo ticklish that it's pure torture to deal with that part of the pedicure. She announces to the rest of the salon that I don't want the exfoliating scrub or the massage, as though I'm refusing a million dollar check, and the whole salon nearly gasps and questions why. They then proceed to tell me that if I just allow her to do it this time and continue allowing her, then the ticklish sensation will disappear eventually. I just want the woman to slap some polish on my toes and send me on my merry way. She then spends the rest of the time telling me that I'm missing the best part and tsk tsking her way through the pedicure. I finally tell her, after the umpteenth time of hearing how I'm missing out on "the best part" that it may be the best part to her, but it's the worst part to me and to just polish my toes because I need to get home.

So, this is what I don't understand about people. Just because one person enjoys something doesn't mean the whole world is going to enjoy it just as much. It's like when my grandmother wanted to make me see a romance movie. She told me the title, and I said I wasn't interested, and she spent the next 10 minutes telling me I should be interested and I was missing out on the best movie ever. It's not the best movie ever if I don't want to see it, and the world is not going to end and the sky will not fall if I don't have a massage or don't see a movie. Jeeeeez!

Okay, that's out of my system. Eventually, the caffeine will be gone too...lol! I'm about to eat some lean ground beef and spinach and hang up clothes and go to bed.

I'll tell you about the shoulder workout tomorrow. It was a grand one! I'm already sore, if that tells you anything!

G'night!

Jodi :)