A Special Talent

I was reminded of a story today.
When I was a little girl, in first grade, we did a gift exchange. (yes, where I grew up we had, THE HORROR, a CHRISTMAS PARTY [and a Christmas play and a choir show and all that stuff too]).  I got a coloring book.  I hated coloring–that’s a funny story in and of itself. Since kindergarten, I had been refusing to color and drew on the back of all my coloring pages.
One of my little 1st grade friends got a Barbie doll.  I wasn’t a big fan of Barbie, I actually found her quite boring, but still, she was WAY cooler than coloring.
I started crying.  Wailing, I was inconsolable.  And the reason is I felt awful for being so ungrateful for my rotten coloring book and coveting my friend’s doll.  I remember this very vividly, so it’s not like it was a story handed down through my family and oddly distorted.  Nope, I remember that feeling so clearly.  I remember my teacher and my mom being utterly perplexed when I handed my mom the coloring book and just said, “I don’t deserve this” through my tears.
And ever since then, I have had a remarkable talent for punishing myself.

My Confession…

This morning a friend stopped by to use my computer, and she remarked that my hair looked really good.  I told her it’s because the air is dry and this is about the only circumstances under which I can actually get really straight hair that lays flat.
Of course, as a fellow girl, she understood.
Anyway, I know I owe you guys pictures of my hair.  It was cruel of me to taunt you so and then never post anything.  For the first couple weeks, it was being so uncooperative that I regretted the bangs move.  Now I’m kind of digging it, but come spring when the weather gets wet again, I’m going to have to go in a different direction entirely.
I also want to post pictures from around the house, of my tree, etc etc etc.  But here’s the thing.  I have not seen the USB cord to my camera in a really long time.  I have NO IDEA where it is.  I’ve been looking with no success.
I came across a USB cord today that MIGHT be it.  I have to test it out and see.  If so, then it’s a matter of me uploading the photos and cropping them and all that other stuff that takes me forever to do.  But, admittedly, the missing USB cord and my embarrassment over my own idiocy is the real reason I’ve not put any photos up of my hair, my house, the snow, or anything.  That original picture of my hair was taken by someone else’s cell phone and e-mailed to me, then doctored a bit in Paintshop.
There. I feel better, how about you?