My New Profession

Somehow Mr. CfP decided that I would be his new barber.  I am not quite sure how this all came about.  I must not have protested loudly enough and sincerely enough, because last week, an expensive pair of barber scissors arrived at our house via UPS.

Those scissors sat in a drawer for a week while I searched the intertubes for instructions on how to cut a man's curly locks.  Hair Cutting For Dummies arrived from the library one day but that book did NOT inspire confidence.

I hemmed and hawed and read and thought.  Meanwhile, Michael's blossoming 'fro was starting to resemble Linc's from the Mod Squad (if you're too young to know what I'm talking about... well, never mind...)

(photo courtesy of Wikipedia)

Finally, we decided that today was going to be the big day.  The haircut was long past due.  Today would be the THREE MONTH anniversary of Mr. CfP's last haircut and my hair-cutting debut.

And, well, my worst nightmare didn't happen (or at least not THIS worst nightmare).  Mr. CfP will not have to make a hair appointment in order to get his wife's mistakes fixed.  There are probably MANY mistakes in his 'do, but none appear to be noticeable enough for the untrained eye to care about.


Ta-daaaaaa!

Too bad I didn't take any "Befores".

I think that I'll wait until I've cut his hair a couple of more times before I open up my own salon.  You'll be invited to my Open House.

What a Week!

I almost didn't post on this, the 15th anniversary of my marriage to my sweet Mr. Carol for Peace.

During the last 20 some hours, we were wondering if Buddha, the dog, was going to be around another day. We were in the emergency vet's office late last night and sleep was minimal after we got home, due to a very sick dog whose only diagnosis was that there was no diagnosis. Then this morning, when it truly looked like death was knocking, we went to our regular vet's office and lo and behold if Mr. Buddha didn't have a revival, walking all over the office, making us look like we had been experiencing hallucinations for the last 12 hours! The only thing that the vet can figure is that Buddha has some kind of stomach thingy going on. Bad enough to stop him from being able to walk or move much at all. Who knows??? Anyway, the rest of today he has been almost himself.

My Buddha dog is the sweetest dog and he shares so much love with me. I can't tell you how open my heart feels every time I even think of him.



And Mr. Carol for Peace... HOW did I luck out so well??? Not only is he one of the kindest, sweetest men I know, but he also puts up with ME! That's HUGE! Happy Anniversary to the man that I adore!

One more happy thing...

Because Buddha is somewhere between 83 and 90-something, depending on who you talk to, it has become impossible to do the thing that we have loved to do together more than anything - hiking. We are now down to less than a mile of flat walking. But I lucked out this week and found a friend to do a hike with me. 8.3 miles! Half of it uphill! I needed that. And that is where I saw this gorgeous butterfly:



"I have found the paradox, that if you love until it hurts, there can be no more hurt, only more love." - Mother Teresa

Happy Birthday, Mr. Carol For Peace!

I have celebrated FIFTEEN of your birthdays with you!

I remember the first birthday of yours that I spent with you. How could I forget???

Both people that make up every new couple should have to fill out a questionnaire pretty early on in the relationship. One of the many good questions on it should be: "Do you like surprise parties that celebrate your birthday?"

You had just moved in with me. I thought that EVERYBODY liked surprises, so I contacted your friends in Boulder - many of whom I'd never met - and we figured out a plan where everyone would arrive at our place at the same time. Remember the woman who showed up early, flowers in hand? She nearly ruined the surprise, but then she attempted to save the day with her story about how she just happened to be in the neighborhood and decided to stop by our house (where she'd never been before) - and she just happened to have a bouquet of flowers on her. Yeah...

Well, I guess that it doesn't matter that she kind of blew the surprise SINCE YOU DON'T LIKE SURPRISES ANYWAY.

Party pooper...

Oh yeah. I didn't stop there, though, did I? Was it your next birthday that I blindfolded you and drove you all over the city, turning this way and that to totally confuse you before we ended up at a nearby restaurant for your birthday dinner? What a good sport! You ate your dinner even though you were a little green around the edges from all of the blind rockin' and rollin' you did in the car.

But I learned! No more surprises for you! I'm living transparently now.

Anyway, I celebrate this experience of growing more and more in love with you. I celebrate that you have lived on this planet for SO MANY YEARS! ;-)

I love your generosity - that you would pay the fence people more than they charged because you felt they weren't making enough money for the amount of time they put into the job.

I love your patience - anyone who can live with me for 15 years HAS to have loads of patience!

I love your kindness - it just oozes out of your pores.

I love your memory - without your memory, there wouldn't be a memory in this house. You ground me in time (something that I don't often find important, but it can come in handy).

I love your intelligence - another quality that this home would be sorely lacking if you weren't here. Well, the Buddha dog would come close to making up for it. ;-)

I mostly just love being with you and learning and laughing and creating and going to work together.

I love that you love me.

There's much more that I love about you, but you'll have to ask for the rest of the list!

I adore you, Mr. Carol For Peace.

You are my partner for exploring life.

Happy Birthday! My life and the world are both better places because of you.



"The minute I heard my first love story I started looking for you, not knowing how blind that was. Lovers don't finally meet somewhere. They're in each other all along." - Rumi