We’ve all been there.
Created a mess, and then had to live with the consequences; some messes exact a lifetime, others a few days, weeks or months if we’re lucky.
My divorce years ago was quite painful, undoubtedly more so for my kids. And I have no idea what I was thinking (I use that verb quite freely in this context) when I concluded a perm would give my hair more body.
Hair seems to be a recurring theme when it comes to my messes. The color of my hair is a particular mess right now, now that the grey has reared its ugly head. I’d be happy with the salt and pepper version of grey, but of course that usually requires one start with the pepper before life sprinkles in some salt for a little extra seasoning. I’ve always been a strawberry blond. Salt and pepper is never going to happen. Besides, I’m supposed to restrict my salt intake, so I guess I should curb the wishful thinking too.
Suffice it to say, I’ve had my share of disasters and the tears that go along with it when it comes to coloring my hair, several at my own hand, just as many at the hand of a professional obviously as incompetent as me.
My messes, hair or otherwise though, pale in comparison to some created by the big league players, particularly one I had a chance to visit recently.
Created a mess, and then had to live with the consequences; some messes exact a lifetime, others a few days, weeks or months if we’re lucky.
My divorce years ago was quite painful, undoubtedly more so for my kids. And I have no idea what I was thinking (I use that verb quite freely in this context) when I concluded a perm would give my hair more body.
Hair seems to be a recurring theme when it comes to my messes. The color of my hair is a particular mess right now, now that the grey has reared its ugly head. I’d be happy with the salt and pepper version of grey, but of course that usually requires one start with the pepper before life sprinkles in some salt for a little extra seasoning. I’ve always been a strawberry blond. Salt and pepper is never going to happen. Besides, I’m supposed to restrict my salt intake, so I guess I should curb the wishful thinking too.
Suffice it to say, I’ve had my share of disasters and the tears that go along with it when it comes to coloring my hair, several at my own hand, just as many at the hand of a professional obviously as incompetent as me.
My messes, hair or otherwise though, pale in comparison to some created by the big league players, particularly one I had a chance to visit recently.
Yeah, that's a cozy jail cell, this one at Alcatraz.
Actually, they wouldn’t let me in at the Federal Correctional Institution in Englewood, Colorado to see Illinois’ esteemed ex-governor, Rod Blagojevich. Both of Illinois' last two ex-governors are currently serving time. Blago's predecessor, George Ryan, Sr. is scheduled to be released from a Terra Haute, Indiana prison in July, 2013 after a 6 1/2 year sentence for steering state contracts to insiders as well as accepting gifts and vacations in return for his favors. I wonder if prison is like college and you can request a roommate; they have so much in common don't you think they'd be a perfect match?
Not exactly the Governor's Mansion, huh?
Jim and I were going right past the prison on Interstate 470 after some local sightseeing when we figured the least we could do, given Jim and I were in the neighborhood, was stop in and say hello, let Blago know we were doing okay in spite of the mess he'd created back home. All we could do was wave from across the street.
Hey, Blago. Remember me?
Apparently we're not on the approved visitor’s list for inmate #40-892-424 even though we're Illinois constituents. I mean, really ! I was there for him as a taxpayer when he needed money for his wheeling and dealing in the land of Lincoln and shady politics; there for him when he attempted to sell or trade an appointment to the U.S. Senate to fill the vacancy created by Barack Obama’s presidency. But no, the place was locked up tighter than a drum; no one going in or out of there without a nod and pat down from Big Brother.
Not your usual guard house for gated communities for the rich and famous.
Actually, I’m cool with that; unlike Blago, I've got things to do, people to see, places to go. Of course, if my pension runs out before I do, I may be singing another tune. At the very least I hope my pension (the one he borrowed against for his shady politics) outlasts his 14-year sentence in the pen, otherwise I’m really gonna feel like life really isn’t fair.
At least now his messes won’t be my messes too. In fact, I heard that without his usual barber for the next 14 years, his roots may grow out grey. Kinda puts it all in perspective, if you know what I mean.
At least now his messes won’t be my messes too. In fact, I heard that without his usual barber for the next 14 years, his roots may grow out grey. Kinda puts it all in perspective, if you know what I mean.
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