March 8, 2011
I got my hairs cut today. I know, big news, right? Surprisingly, that is not my big news. More importantly, our Orlando vacation is 20 days away. Pumped? You betcha.
How my haircut plays into this, is that the young lady who cut my hair shaved my neck, and then shaved the top of my shoulders. If you just shuddered, be appeased that I do not look like a Yeti with my shirt off. Older people grow more hair. More dead cells, I think. I skipped a lot of science classes.
So as I sat there getting my shoulders shaved, it dawned on me that vacation prep should include a good shave of my upper back and shoulders. And then I had to laugh at how one's priorities change as they age and prepare themselves for a vacation that includes a bathing suit.
There are twenty-somethings at my workplace who have prepped for vacation. Their priorities include tanning and working out to lose those 10 pounds they have added around the middle. This prep time takes about 2 weeks as tanning booths can bake you at microwave speed now, and losing 10 pounds when you are 23 just means drinking Diet Coke for a couple weeks and spending 30 minutes on the treadmill 3-4 times per week. Loathe them.
However, when you are forty-something, getting that vacation ready body means not being gross with your shirt off. I would not like to be laying on the beach and have someone push me towards the water as if I were a whale in danger of dying. I would not like to hear a weed-whacker start up behind me. I do not want onlookers to get the impulse to go iron something. (because I'm wrinkly)
Conversely, I also do not care if anyone who sees me with their shirt off tells me they have a pool that needs cleaning. And then they do not have a pool. (Yes, I once had an active fantasy life). So I have 20 days to get his beastly body ready. No before and after shots.
In other news, I bought CJ some new drum sticks yesterday. His old ones have been broken or lost, and playing drums without sticks will not help the Go Gos. (he did not have the beat)
Why this is newsworthy, is that CJ checked to see what name they had on them. He soon discovered that the reason drum sticks from The Target cost $7 for 4 sticks, is that they do not have the name of a famous drummer on them. While he was looking, he wondered to himself, "where are they made". Since he was asking himself, he should not have wondered aloud as it were. That made it possible for me to let him know that the sticks were made in BANGladesh. Groans. If not there, perhaps Turkey. His response, "SILENCE, I KILL YOU!"
What? Pretty punny, I thought.