Bears at the bus stop in Alaska.

I'm glad I wasn't there, she doesn't look very happy.

Fuzzy wuzzy was a bear.
Fuzzy Wuzzy had no hair.
Fuzzy Wuzzy wasn't fuzzy, was he.

This is my introduction to my Blog today, you will see why.
Last night as I was washing my hair and running conditioner through it, I discovered more hair than usual, actually that's an understatement, how about a lot of hair and as I kept rubbing my hair, more and more came out.  Gasp,  I guess this is it, I will become a fuzzy wuzzy with no hair.  I showed Bill and for the first time I had a melt-down.  Now I want you to know, I know where my priorities are, I can have cancer but don't take my hair.  Well, I got through that step and I'm still functioning, so, move on to the next step.  This morning I had my 4th and last injection and I feel great. No pain, no nausea, no nothing bad, so, why am I losing my hair.  Actually I know why, but, it's just too scientific for me so I will just have to adjust.  This afternoon while Bill was gone I decided to take things into my own hands so I got the scizzors out, and grabbed a small amount of hair and cut it off. Now that wasn't so bad, so, I grabbed more and cut it off.  I was having so much fun I ended up with a crew cut.  I put one of my cute little hats on so I could surprise Bill when he came home.   Have you ever been so frustrated you just wanted to pull your hair out, well I advise you to cut it out, it doesn't hurt as much.  I laid my curly locks on the counter, right in plain sight, so Bill would see what I had done, while he was gone.  He came in and said Hi, and went into his office. I was in my office and could see the counter.  He walked into the kitchen, and, I wish I had, had a camera because of the expression on his face, it was priceless.  He looked at me and asked if this was my hair, "sure is" I said.  I really surprised him this time.  He never knows what he will come home to but I think this time I did the best surprise ever.  Tomorrow, a good friend, and is also my hairdresser of many years, is coming over to finish what I started.  Janene wants to take pictures and out of the goodness of my heart, I guess I will let her, but she is not to show anyone or I will scalp her.  Just kidding.




I promised I would finish the story tonight so here goes.  Got your hanky ready?

"Who was that man?" he asked.  The nurse was startled, "He was your father," she answered.  "No, he wasn't," the Marine, replied.  "I never saw him before in my life." "Then why didn't you say something when I took you to him?"  I knew right away there had been a mistake, but I also knew he needed his son, and his son just wasn't here.  When I realized that he was too sick to tell whether or not I was his son, knowing how much he needed me, I stayed."