Earlier this week I was feeling a little blue.  It had been an intense month of work, my holiday was over, and we had no exotic plans for the winter break.  To top it all off, I was at a loss for my next big thing.  I wish I was one of those people who could be satisfied breathing the air and smelling the flowers.  Sadly, I’m not satisfied until I hit a personal best in breaths taken per minute and invent a new hybrid flower that never dies.  It’s a curse.

But rather than pity myself, I did what most alpha females would do in this situation.  I kidnapped my mother and took her to Baltimore for dual hair makeovers.  Sure it was a two hour drive but this was an attitude emergency.  (For the record, my mother did not need a hair makeover.  She is beautiful and perfect.  I, however, needed something –  and plastic surgery was not an option yesterday as they do not have walk in appointments. I called.)

But the Sassy Hair Chick had an open window.


Long time MoB readers may remember when I met the Sassy Hair Chick (also a mother of brothers) on Amtrak in June of 2008.  The story is all here but suffice it to say 1) she is an amazing stylist and 2) she works in Baltimore which is only 100 minutes from my home.

As the mother of boys, I’m not sure I will ever be able to share with them the unbridled joy of a good haircut.  Ladies, you know what I’m saying right?  When your hair looks good, life is a Disney princess movie.  I needed a little magical – and that is exactly what I got.

New haircuts and really rich color for Mom and me.  AND… as I was sitting in the chair, the Senate Finance Committee decided not to vote on the Tax Extenders Act of 2009 until early next year!!!  (I will not bore you with the details of what I do for a living but suffice it to say this news frees up my mind for the next 13 days.) 

Suddenly, it felt like vacation was finally upon me.  The cloud lifted.  I can’t wait to see my in-laws (really and truly) when they arrive tomorrow.  And I’m pondering a return to karate.  Perhaps a second degree black belt next year?  Or maybe something completely new.   How about that book in 2010?  Why not?

I think I pulled a reverse Samsom.  Thanks Debbi for making it happen – and Mom, as always, for being my shotgun.








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