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A Fair Trade

Luckily I didn't put anything in the refrigerator this weekend except left overs. And good ones at that. Dinner at Ruth Chris for Eric's birthday was spectacular. I had a steak that was so big I laughed at it.

Back when the Europeans unsettled the Americas they engaged in trade with the natives. This trade not only enabled the Europeans to gain access to this newly discovered land but also gave the Natives guns (lucky them). I have learned from my ancestors and engaged in a trade of my own. One relating to beauty of course.

My hair dresser (Erin at Sugarhouse Day Spa) does such a great job on my hair that I literally get stopped and asked, "Who cuts your hair?" about twice a month. She's amazing. I went in to get my hair did by Erin on Friday, before the big birthday escapade. Erin greeted me with a smile and a hair-do of her own that incorporated little blue streaks. This appealed to the rebel side of me. The side that doesn't worry about what my mother's opinion might be. I compliment her on them. She informs me that they're extensions and that she does them herself. I tell her of a movie I have in my possession that MIGHT not be quite out on DVD yet. She tells me that she's got color samples of these fun extensions in her car. I tell her that I'd love to look at them and she tells me that she's off on Monday nights. I look at them and show great interest in a reddish color -- she tells me that they're only $6/each and that she can order them on the phone on her way home if she wanted to. I remind her that I have no school on Monday's and that I'd love to cook her dinner and maybe we could watch a movie. She thinks that's a wonderful idea. Pictures in a few weeks.

The following picture is not a good example of what Erin does to my hair nor a good example of how sexy I was on Friday. It's simply a picture of me tired, possibly after a night of staying up late with Holly, and without make-up -- holding the love of my life. The point of these pictures is not to be stunning but rather to show you how much I love Beaner and in turn how much he loves me. He was equally tired -- I'd just woken him up from a nap -- so at least we're matching in fatigue.

I don't know about you but I think minus the pale skin, blue eyes, reddish hair, and an exact mold of both Holly & Curt's features -- that he looks like he's partly mine. No doubt.

posted by Jessiedc28 @ 9:16 AM