More Out of Monday…What’s Left of Monday with Madeline♥
I’m Madeline – a healthfully humorous, radically ridiculous, momentarily messy broad here to give you a flicker of joy on the (in most cases) most indignant day of the week.
Monday is like…
…going through customs, slow, rude, and there’s almost always someone present who wants to make your life miserable…not to be confused with the Bureau of Motor Vehicles.
Oooh…I’m so late with this post that I should be ashamed of myself! If I don’t get my act together, Madeline will be no more. You try juggling kids, pets, my hair, and being interesting…well, I guess you do, except the “my hair” part. Some days just seem so…short. Today was like that, and the funny thing is, we just passed the Spring Equinox (twelve hour day/twelve hour night). The scarier thing is that I actually know that fact and, for the life of me, can’t remember why.
Speaking of time, I’ve always been one to be late. No, I mean chronically, unforgivably late; my relatives and friends have made a covenant. They actually plan (or conspire) gatherings with the understanding that I’ve been told to be there at least a half hour before everyone else. That way no one has to eat cold food waiting on me. It’s the hair; I’m telling you.
I have three…not one, not two, but three MAJOR cowlicks in my hair. And, I’m sorry…but to have something on my body that has anything to do with a cow’s tongue is not my cup of tea. Yeah, I looked it up. A cowlick is the swirly mess that is left after a mama cow licks the shit off her baby…literally. Aren’t you glad we don’t have to do that with our children? Although, I do recall my mother licking her hand and then trying to smooth down the unacceptable hump-of-hair in the back of my head. Please tell me why I just had a flash of an alternative rock band named “Hump of Hair”. And you better believe they had some cowlicks! =)
Anyway, my hair has been a object of discord among my family since I can remember. I actually think my mom paid my brother to put gum in it so she could cut it all off.
That was a sad day…for my brother. And, yes, it was cut short, into what was coined back then as the “Dorothy Hamill”. Oh God, this post is going south real quick; I’m talking about the seventies again. Let’s see, I started with time, went to family gatherings, then to hair, cows, gum, and now, for the love of God…Dorothy Hamill. Well, I don’t know about you, but I’ve certainly received a lot MORE out of my Monday!
I couldn’t think of any more fitting video clip to leave you with than one of that precious figure skater showing off her famous hair cut…and, of course, winning an Olympic gold medal.
Love,
Madeline♥
Photo by Gothicjade
Well what can I say… count me in… a guilty person who is having the same sentiments as yours…
DH haircut was a hot thing before …but it might not be too hot these days right? :>
Hi Cheryl,
Thanks for visiting Women’s Life Link. Madeline has a regular column every Monday and would love for you to be a regular. I had the DH hair cut, too!! I think every little girl did…
Be well
God love them…
I wish I could find a photo of my DH haircut. That would be a blast from the past.
That video has left me speechless. Well, not really, but it’s amazing how time has passed. !976. I was three. She was 18. I remember Dorothy Hamil. I had my Dorothy Hamil haircut at the age of 6.
My family also lies to me so I’ll be on time. They give me a full hour. The things our families do to accommodate us.