My Kind of Average

Cutting Up

After you read today’s post, you’ll realize that title is painfully corny. But before we move into our time of blog reading, I have an announcement! Cue the trumpets!

ANNOUNCEMENT (told you!): Next Thursday (March 28) is going to be a really great opportunity! I’ve interviewed 2 (two!) authors who are promoting a new book they collaborated on. It’s a book for teen writers, so if you’re a teen and/or writer, you definitely want to be here. Or, if you’re a homeschool mom/teacher, you might want to share this book with your kids. Although it’s aimed at teens, slightly younger people can still learn from it, and it’s detailed enough to interest people beyond the teen years, too. I’ve already read pieces of it, and it’s good. Really, really good. I got the interview questions back the other day, and they’re really fun. There are also rumors of a giveaway…

I’m announcing this to spread the word. I’m learning (by interacting with authors) it’s tough work being an author, so the more exposure you can get, the better. And, having interacted with these two authors, I can tell you they’re great. Not only at what they do (write), but also as people. If you know of anyone who might be interested in this, send them on over here next Thursday!

The easiest way for you to get to the interview is to subscribe to my blog over on the right side of the screen. Just enter your email address and you’ll get an email when the interview goes live next Thursday morning. You’ll also be signed up to be notified whenever I do my other postings. Or you can always check back next Thursday.

I’m so excited about this! I don’t know what I’ll do if/when I have my own book published, since I already get so excited for other people. It’s going to be good!

Now, onto the regularly scheduled blog post!


Last week, my sister Erin came home for Spring Break. Whenever we’re together, some–let’s call them interesting–things are bound to happen.

For example, last summer  she taught me to drive Sharky, her stick shift car. We’ve also made some interesting videos, which I will not post the link to, but you can find them on my Youtube channel…if you’re brave.

Last Sunday was a totally new experience for both of us. It went something like this:

“Let me get a picture,” Mom said. She snapped a shot, received approval from my sister and me to upload it to Facebook, and wisely disappeared into the kitchen.

“How much do you want off?” Erin asked as she draped a thick bath towel over my shoulders.

“Just a healthy trim.” I slipped the bobby pins out of my hair and let my long bangs fall into my face.

Erin pulled my hair back over my shoulders and inspected it. “Okay.”

I held my breath. Erin held a pair of scissors.


Ooooh, that sounded scary! I thought to myself. To Erin, I said, “How much did you cut?”

Like a hamster hunter returning from a kill, Erin held up a clump of my hair.

“Erin!” I shrieked. “I said I wanted a healthy trim!

Erin tossed my little precious into a plastic bag on the floor. “You didn’t say how much a trim was…”

I then did what every sibling does at least once a day: “Mo-om!”

My mom came into the bathroom.

“Mom!” By this point, my face was a little warmer than usual. “Tell Erin she’s supposed to start by cutting a little bit, then taking more!”

Mom turned to Erin, who stood behind me, snipping away like she was making coffee filter snowflakes. “Erin, you are supposed to cut a little bit first.”

“I just took a chunk!” Erin said, defending herself.

“Please never use the word ‘chunk’ ever again when referring to my hair.” I was afraid to ask what came out next, but I knew it had to happen at some point: “How bad does it look?”

“Oh,” Erin said through her laughter, “It doesn’t look that bad!”

And thankfully, she was right. But then she started on the bangs.

“They’re really long, but I still want to be able to tuck them behind my ears.” I held my bangs out in front of my face. “Don’t you want to watch a Youtube video about this first?”


“And you’re not supposed to cut them straight across, you know.”

After some jokes about a bowl cut or a full-blown mullet, I delivered my bangs into the hands of my sister.


“Oops, I cut the angle the wrong way…”

“Hey, Erin?”


“I know what my next blog post will be about.”


It goes without saying (but I’ll say it anyway) that last Sunday afternoon was an adventure. Last April, I had eight inches cut off my hair, and I hadn’t really had it cut since then, other than one or two trims. So I was desperate and knew I wouldn’t have a chance to get it cut at the salon until my super-late Spring Break next month. Plus, as a college student, I can be painfully cheap at times. That’s why I let Erin have at it. It was her first time cutting hair, but I couldn’t help but think about how, long before she wanted to be a nurse, she wanted to be a hair stylist. I let her live her dream at the expense of my hair. Someone hand me the Sister of the Year award.

Honestly, though, I trusted her enough to wield a pair of scissors near my head, although I refused to let her work on my layers. And all sarcasm aside, she did a really good job.

Behold the before and after pictures:

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Notice the fear on my face in picture #1 and the relief in picture #2.

So, in the words of The Bard, “all’s well that ends well.” And I don’t think I’ll be needing a Spring Break trim, after all.

Go forth and have yourself an adventure,


P.S. We also went to the zoo, but we’ll save that story for later.


4 thoughts on “Cutting Up”

  1. My mom cuts all the hair in my family, and she’s fine at it…but this still happens every once in a while ;)

    Me: Okay, not too much, okay?
    My mom: Okay.
    Mom: Oops.
    Me: WHAT DID YOU DO?!?!?!
    Mom: Well, it’s a bit…short…
    Me: HOW short?

    Yeah…so I get this :)


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