Mom took this picture on Sunday for the family Christmas card.  I was very happy to realize that my hair is blonde.  I know its strange and kind of really stupid, but ever since summer I've been wanting my hair to be light, especially because it's often a weird color that people can't decide if its dark blonde or light brown. And I have this opposition to dying my hair... other people can dye their hair, but I want mine to be natural.  To me it feels like I'd be ungrateful to what I was born with by completely changing my hair color, not like a bit of makeup that can be rubbed off easily... Make any sense?  I'll let the sun work its magic, maybe even with a bit of olive oil and lemon juice, but no dye!  So you can see how this picture is {stupidly} satisfying.

  But this newly-realized fact came immediately back to kick my butt this morning.  I had gotten dressed up all fancy with a cream blouse, bluejeans tucked into knitted boots, a warm, wintry fur coat, my hair twisted into a semi-elaborate bun with a floral headband, and then pink crystal earrings and a bracelet.   But as I was walking from first to second hour, I saw one of the girls on my cheer squad wearing her uniform.  What....?  My second hour teacher is also my coach, so, a bit panicked, I asked her if we had a game today.  She only gave me a weird look.  "Did you not get the text?"
  So I called Mom, Dad, and home a total of about five times before third hour, Seminary, and of course no on picked up.  During fourth hour, lunch, it took another three attempts before I finally got a hold of Mom. It's at times like these that I'm glad she's a stay-home mom with a flexible schedule!  She brought my uniform, problem solved.  I just changed and slid my afternoon plans from practice to game.
 And apparently I wasn't the only one who didn't know about the game!
  But boy, am I am blonde.