Friday the 13th and First World Problems

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Yesterday I got the third worst haircut of my life. The first being the pixie-cut my mom thought was a good idea in 1968, the second being the time I went to the “alternative” stylist in 1990 and had my locks shorn down with clipper No. 2 and lived life on the bald side for a few months,and now this: Bad Haircut No. 3, just in time for Christmas.

I look like a “towner” circa 1977. Imagine Annette’s “do” from Saturday Night Fever on a 49-year-old hipster. Retro-chic is my thing, but this look was bad the first time around.  It is not pretty in 2013 by any stretch of the imagination.  I don’t know what possessed my stylist. I don’t know what possessed me to say, “thanks” and walk out of the salon without protest. My mantra for the coming weeks is “hair grows” and mine grows pretty fast, thank goodness, so by this time next week, I should be able to take the shopping bag off my head and face the world with a less awful “do”.

 

More similarities than meet the eye: Aliens, check, search and seizure, check, use of deadly force (particulary when there’s a sale on) check…

Joe College offered to go with me to Area 51 (Makro) today to do some serious Christmas grocery shopping. All the ingredients requiring a minimal amount, like currants, raisins and sultanas were only being sold per kilo. Have you any idea what dried fruit costs these days? I shall have to go to the Saturday outdoor market to get my dried fruit, as well as nuts, the good Gouda cheese and fresh veg, make a trip to the regular grocery for a normal sized bag of flour and make yet another trip to the Toko for rasped coconut and pine nuts.

The market in Hengelo

My favorite Toko, don’t let the classic Dutch outside fool you…

..inside it’s all Shanghai, baby!

On top of all this , Nobody is at it again. Nobody didn’t put my Kriek in the fridge. So now I have to put my beer glass in the freezer and wait 10 minutes for a cold frosty. Nobody is a real bastard. He pulls all kinds of stunts around the house and he’s never around when I want to kick his butt. I hope he’s going away for the holidays.

Has anybody out there got first world problems worse than mine?

* All photos found at Google. 

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6 responses »

  1. Reblogged this on Odds & Ends from Ermigal and commented:
    Here’s a short but powerful offering from a blogging buddy across the Atlantic, Misirlou, who I definitely will look up the next time I’m in her Amsterdam neighborhood! She describes herself as “an exotic transplanted in a cold, foreign land that never ceases to amaze and/or exasperate me. ”

    Her pen name, “Misirlou,” comes from a Middle Eastern tune that still dances in my head whenever I recall friends from Lebanon, restaurant owners who offered savory dishes, enchanting music and mesmerizing belly dancing. (I practice in the privacy of my living room; someday, I’ll go public.)

    Without further ado, enjoy this thought-provoking post from Dutch Treat 64!

    • Ermigal, I think you should put public bellydancing at the top of your New Year’s resolution list! Let me know when and where and I’ll be there to clap and leleleleele for you.

  2. I have been stressing over the prospect of baking a poppy seed cake for the first time, to the point of losing sleep over it. My parents used to do this every year, and now that they are gone, I’d like to take over the tradition, if I have the courage………..

  3. Austen54, you can do it!! Get the bugs out, and then make it again when we visit New Jersey@ Misirlou, I was fantasizing about belly dancing, but I think with an instructional video, I could figure it out…maybe I’ll give it a try in 2014! All the best to you in the coming year–enjoy the holidays. 🙂

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