I was Brave in The Attempt.

Well, humidity and a nasty battle with acne got the better of me. I was tired of the big brown ball of fuzz.

This morning I did the unthinkable . . . I gave up the dream of long hair and ventured out to get it all cut off.

I couldn't take it anymore. I was trying soooooo hard to grow it out. I think this was the furthest I've gotten in a very, very, VERY long time. I blame Victoria Beckham and that damn bob she's been sporting. I noticed at the mall a few weeks ago that everybody else had the same cut I had, only mine was getting frizzy and annoying.

It was actually a little bit liberating to get it all cut off, and I feel about 10 pounds lighter. And more like myself again.

Besides . . . we're going to Texas for a week, and I don't want to spend the entire vacation blow drying and straightening what The Good Lord obiviously prefers short and choppy.

I feel like a quiter, but as the Special Olympics oath goes . . . I was "Brave in The Attempt."

ON ANOTHER NOTE.....

I was at the bookstore today, looking for a good read to take with me to Texas (I never get the chance to read, so whenever we get the opportunity to take some time off, I try to get a book in while I'm at it.)

I found this one, and just from thumbing through it, I can already tell I'm going to dig it. Its called "Chick Ink" and its "40 Stories of Tattoos and the Women Who Wear Them."

I also picked up a biography (I love those) about the "Kennedy Women" - because it includes the story of Rosemary Kennedy, the disabled sister of John F. and Eunice Kennedy, and how her siblings pulled her out of a state hospital and incorporated her into "normal society" - and how she prompted Eunice Kennedy to start camps for the developmentally disabled, and eventually, Special Olympics. I'm pretty stoked about that book!