Dave Blaney

 and Brian Vickers!!

…Soupy Sales – Sales was born Morton Supman on Jan. 8, 1930 in Wake Forest, N.C. He received his elementary school and high school education in Huntington, W.Va.  He died Thursday night, October 22, 2009.  A funny man who will be missed.

…You’ve seen my picture.  Really now, do you think hair is an issue with me?  Well, it’s not.

Now, don’t get me wrong, grown men, unless they are lead singers for Skynyrd, should have an age appropriate hair style.

I’m talking about your kids here.

I spend a lot of time at a high school.

I’ve seen long hair, shaved heads, mohawks, brohawks, afros, Nugents, mullets, the “Streisand Look”, blue hair, long hair, multi-colored hair and more.  I’ve seen some I’ve thought were pretty bad, some that were scary, and some that were just nasty.  And that’s just the boys.

But really guys, as long as it’s clean, who cares.

Nature and/or maturity usually wins the battle.

I was 12 years old in 1964.  Remember what happened?

The Beatles, The British Invasion, The Mop Tops, The Rolling Stones…the hair caught on.  Everywhere but my house.

My Dad and Prince Phillip, The Duke of Edinburgh remained on the “short on sides and back” bandwagon throughout the 60s and the 70s.  Prince Charles and I have two things in common:  our “Movie Star Good Looks” and our teenage desire for long hair!

Sadly, it wasn’t to be.

Times changed. 

The battles my Dad had to fight were different than the ones I had to fight when my son came along. 

And long hair was just way, way, way down on the list.

My philosophy was this…”As long as no one was failing, no one was felonious, no one was fornicating, no one was on fire, and no one was freaking out on drugs, I was FINE with long hair.”

There were bigger battles to fight.

Let it grow, let it flow.  It will go!

Over four years of High School a lot of people said to me, “When ya’ gonna’ make the boy cut his hair?”

I’d just point to my overyly tanned, shiny pate and simply say, “This is a battle I’ll eventually win.” and walk away.

So, one day after almost six years of him avoiding the barber shop, I walked in and saw a stranger on the couch.

The face was familiar, but the hair was different.  It was gone!

He’d donated 14 inches of hair to Locks Of Love.

I think I won the battle.

…Yesterday was a me day.

According to some folks, everyday of my life is a “me day”.   But this one really was.

I wasn’t needed at school today, which was a mixed blessing.  I love school, love to be there, and make a little money when I am.

But today, it wasn’t to be…I had the day off.

Recently, when I was “displaced” as you may have read in a previous post, the folks I worked with gave me some “lovely parting gifts”.  Me likes the presents you know!

Among them was a gift certificate to a spa. 

Well….today, after NOT getting a call ,to go to school, I took off for the mall and did my three mile daily walk.  I like to walk early, it starts the day right, clears the cobwebs from my brain, and exercising early is better for ones metabolism.  And of course, there are fewer people there to dodge.  Of course on the way I stopped at WH for some Red Neck Latte.  The girls there saw my car at the red light, and it was on the counter when I walked in…”Good Food Fast”…they aren’t kidding.

After the awakening  jolt of Red Neck Latte, I headed to the mall, walked, and then to the Gym for a work out.  Arms and abs today.  Not too much, not too heavy, I’m 57 after all…Oh yes, need to clear something up…It has been erronously reported over at Mommin It UP and on twitter that I am 60…well, I’m not.  Aunt Zola is 60, I have a few years to go. 

Now that that grievous error is corrected, back to the “me day”.   I left the gym headed to yet another WH for the second Red Neck Latte.   It was awaitin’ on the counter when I walked in.  Ya gotta’ love Paige and Kim.

After doing the AJC crossword (in ink), drinking my coffee, and chatting it up with the guys and girls who are ALWAYS there, I headed over to Outback for a little “sun”.  12 minutes in the diva bed and I’m as brown as a biscuit.

Then…as the gift certificate was burning a hole in my pocket I dropped by the “natural body spa and shop”

for a massage.

Guys (and girls), this was homey’s very first massage by a professional. 

OH! MY! COW!

This is where Adam took over.  I’m sure this guy has never in this life asked anyone to open a jar of pickles.  He could probably get that puppy open with two fingers!

It was awesome.

One hour, soft soothing “new-agey” music, candles, oil, and pure, pure relaxation.

Ya! gotta’ get one.

After moving rather liquidly to the car, I headed to GT Nails…why not?  It’s a me day.

Yes, I do it, I’ll admit.  Manicures and pedicures have become a part of my routine.

Now, I’m thinking you might be thinking …”what’s a rednecklatte kinda guy doing getting pedicures and all?”. 

But guys, (and girls) how you look and how you feel and how you feel about how you look and how you feel are very important.  At least they are to me!

The only disturbing moment of the day was when the Vietnamese lady doing my manicure asked me if I was Chinese!!  

Maybe I need to get my eyelids done!