How do you get rid of pesky phone calls from telemarketers?
By saying as many completely stupid things as it takes.
What are you a “natural” at doing?
Saying completely stupid things.
How often do you get a haircut?
I don’t like to admit this and I certainly don’t brag about it, but most of the time I cut my hair myself. It’s only hair, and it’s a pretty simple cut. I’m familiar with its licks and quirks and how it grows. It has to be left a little longer on the top where it’s thin and grows slowly, and thinned out like crazy in the back where its thick and grows fast. Some hair dressers get this. Others get it backwards and then wonder why I have a mullet in a couple of weeks. I have a different definition of a “trim” than they do and it does not include words like “scalping” or “buzz cut”. I can trim other people’s hair, so why not my own? I have excellent hair cutting scissors and a trimmer with different attachments. I do the back with the help of a mirror. Eventually my trimmed up locks get to the point where a professional needs to deal with them. Hey, I pay them good money, they should have to work for it, right?
Since I no longer go to work or have to do something with my hair in a hurry every day, I have been letting it dry naturally and wave and curl and do whatever it wants. So far, no small children have been traumatized (as far as I know.)
What’s the first thing that comes to mind when you hear the word “fun”?
If you were expecting it might be “saying completely stupid things to telemarketers” you would be wrong. That’s not fun for either one of us, really. But spending time with family, where the stupid things you’ve said can be repeated and laughed at – that’s fun. My artwork is fun. So is blogging and reading and playing word games and staying at home and relaxing. I’m not very high maintenance, I guess.
Bonus question: What are you grateful for from last week, and what are you looking forward to in the week to come?
I am grateful for a quiet New Years Eve, a warm and cozy house that keeps out the bitter cold, new movies on Netflix and my charcoal pencils. It’s been lovely to watch the magpies coming and going in the big black spruce tree across the road, and to catch a glimpse of the white jack rabbit making fresh footprints in the snow.
I don’t know what I’m looking forward to. Certainly not calls from telemarketers. By now they probably have our number on their lost causes list anyway.