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May 4, 2005

Hair, there and everywhere.

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Meet Aharon, the Magic Man, who can transform me from fugly to pretty in 2.5 hours flat. (Hey, beauty? Not a quick process!) He's Israeli, and has the best accent ever, and his name is pronounced like "Aaron" but spelled all Euro. And that's his adorable assistant Aneta who is so nice and makes you feel right at home even though you're nervous, and have 27 inches of roots, and also maybe can't really afford to get your hair done there.

Oh, yes, my hairdresser has an assistant. This is apparently quite common at these fancy pants Beverly Hills salons, which is a far cry from the home perms of my youth in which my seven-year-old brother was the assistant to my mom, the stylist (with very poor results, I might add.) It's so much fun to live in a city like Los Angeles where you can pretend to be a Beverly Hills "I get my hair done here" kind of girl, even if just for a few hours. It's like playing dress-up, except maybe a wee bit more expensive.

Also, for the record, I am the Art Director for a fairly large financial firm, and do I have an assistant? No. I do not even have a junior designer at the moment, and before long I'll probably have to bring my own post-it notes to work. I'm just saying. I may have made a serious vocational error. Anyone want me to do your hair?

But ya'll, I love Aharon. Have I mentioned that before? Well, I do. For two reasons:

1. He is adorable, and has the cutest accent, and is a miracle worker. I love him because he makes me feel pretty.

2. He is also a wise, wise man.

Me: Aharon, I'm going through a divorce and I want to go RED. I want to be a REDHEAD. Red, the color of DIVORCE!

Aharon: No. I don't think this is a good idea.

Me: But Aharon, red! Divorce!

Aharon: Anytime you make a change because of a divorce or a problem, it never solves the problem. Then you feel worse, and want your old color back.

Me: So, you're saying no?

Aharon: Ask me again six months after the divorce is final.

And he is wise, and so right, because perhaps blonde is the color of divorce, and always has been:

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And now, some bloggy stuff!

My friend Cara who is also obsessed with Newfoundland sent me a tag. Hi Cara!

The Rules from Cara: Pick 5 of the following and then complete the sentences. Then pass this little meme on to 3 more of your blog friends! But no tag backs! And be careful…you could be next!

(My disclaimer of The Rules: I have no idea what a tag back is or what will happen if the meme --which I just figured out means me! me! -- does not get completed. Probably some kid with cancer who is trying to collect business cards before he dies will come after you with the alligator he found in the sewer or Bill Gates won't give you the $100 you earned from forwarding the meme. Ya'll know.)

The Premise (pick 5):

If I could be a scientist…
If I could be a farmer…
If I could be a musician…
If I could be a doctor…
If I could be a painter…
If I could be a gardener…
If I could be a missionary…
If I could be a chef…
If I could be an architect…
If I could be a linguist…
If I could be a psychologist…
If I could be a librarian…
If I could be an athlete…
If I could be a lawyer…
If I could be an inn-keeper…
If I could be a professor…
If I could be a writer…
If I could be a llama-rider…
If I could be a bonnie pirate…
If I could be an astronaut…
If I could be a world famous blogger…
If I could be a justice on any one court in the world…
If I could be married to any current famous political figure…

The answers ....

1. If I could be a gardener … I'd garden in the morning! I'd garden in the evening! All over this town! Also, I'd grow some herbs, if you know what I mean. And I think you do.

2. If I could be a justice on any one court in the world… it would be the SUPREME Court, and by the way? Gay people would be able to marry. Adopt kids. Have partner rights just like the rest of us. Because you know what? Gay wedding is not the greatest threat to marriage. DIVORCE IS THE GREATEST THREAT TO MARRIAGE. And also maybe men with vienna sausages who grow goatees, but anyway. Moving on.

3. If I could be a scientist … I would SO make people call me Dr. Laurie. Even my parents. They'd have to call and ask if the Doctor was in. Also, I would cure cancer. But mostly, I'd be like, "There is a Doctor in the house, yo yo! And that Doctor is me!"

4. If I could be a librarian … I'd want to work at the Los Angeles downtown library because I love love love it there so much. I spend my lunch hour there several times a week. Just look for the dork with the knitting down in the History room ... that's me!

5. If I could be a writer… I'd die happy.


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I tag (of course):

Jen, who is so deep in law school finals that her brain is about to melt, but one of the sentences is ... "If I were a lawyer..." so I thought she could curse a little on that one.

Crystal, who is home sick and has time (and codeine) to contemplate these issues. Also, Crystal, you need to come out here to Los Angeles. I promise we'll do lots of touristy stuff and I'll even let you sleep in my room instead of the guestroom where the catbox is. Really!

And Drew, because we need to inflict a guy with this knitblog tag madness. Besides, he's not just any guy! The Crochet Dude cooks, cleans, knits, and loves cats. We must all bow down to the amazingness of the Crochet Dude! So, ya'll go stalk Drew, and look! He even has a store!


Ok, that's all for humpday. May you hump wisely and well. Bye!

Posted by laurie at May 4, 2005 9:47 AM