on headbands, cooler weather, three day weekends, and a bed in the living room. [But mostly on headbands]

Let me just say this: We slept with the windows open last night and Brent said this morning, "I think it may have gotten just a little bit too cold last night." What a beautiful statement. I love fall. One of my rather eccentric, loveable, and talkative 8th graders started class today by saying, "I woke up to a beautiful day for a football game. 10% chance of cloudiness with a slight breeze. So come on out to the game tonight but remember to bring a light jacket or hoody, and there is a slight chance the bugs may be out a little so wear jeans too. 100% chance for a win." [Seriously, he said that...in a weatherman voice. It was quite funny.] So yes, I'm excited that fall may be knocking at my door, that it's football season, that my students have the ability to make me laugh, and for LABOR DAY WEEKEND! Beautiful.

And, Brent and I got new carpet which is exciting, but have yet to move our bed back to our bedroom. So we have been lounging on it in the living room and think it's quite possibly the best thing ever. We may leave it for awhile.

However, and that is a big however, I am getting slightly tired of wearing headbands. For you gentlemen reading this, please don't take it the wrong way when I say: you have NO IDEA what it is like. "Torturous" comes to mind as a word to describe it.

Now you are most likely thinking, "Then don't wear a headband...problem solved." Problem NOT solved. If you don't remember or never knew, I lost my brain at the beginning of June and chopped off nearly a FOOT of hair. That's a lot of hair for anyone, but especially for a girl that has never had a short haircut. The night of the haircut was awful. I held in the tears for a long time, tried styling it multiple ways for a couple hours, and then finally crashed in a defeated heap on the couch. The first commercial that came on had a girl with long hair ... and I broke into a puddle of tears. Poor Brent.

Anyway... that was 3 months ago. I can finally, FINALLY, pull it very tightly into an-almost-not-there-ponytail. However, this requires at least 6 bobby pins and a headband. If I don't wear it in a ponytail, I still must use multiple bobby pins and still must wear a headband because it is in a horrible "in between" stage...or as Brent would say, "tweener stage." [Sidenote: this word was created when we were engaged. He said we were in between dating and marriage...we were tweeners.] Now, for you women that have ever had a short haircut, and then decided to grow it out, you know the agony that this can cause. Well because of the choppy layers and my curly mane, a headband has become a staple.

Now, for those of you that have never taken the time to actually examine a headband, please take a moment to do so now:
You may be distracted by the shiny colors, or the bow adorning the top, but what I really want you to look at is the bottom...the ONE INCH space. Now, please put your hands just below your ears on both sides of your head. Now, without moving them closer together, move your hands in front of you. I don't know about you, but the space between my forefingers is at least 4 inches, if not more...and it is DEFINITELY NOT the same space as in the picture above. So you may now understand my daily discomfort. [I did find some headbands that are much softer at Kohl's, and they have helped... but still... ]

So whoever invented headbands and thought that the human head is the size of a ping pong ball..you were sadly very, very mistaken. It may be safe to say: I hate you.

The good news in all of this is, my hair is getting longer by the day and I can get in a ponytail, even if the ponytail requires a headband and causes others to giggle.