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I have been growing my hair for a LONG time!  Other than just a tiny trim once a year it has been many years since I had a substantial haircut. I have been wanting/needing to do something different for a long time but was also kind of scared too! 

I have always heard about the organization “Locks of Love” but I have never donated my hair before.  After checking out their website I realized that this was what I needed to do.  I needed to cut my hair and donate the rest of it.  According to the Locks of Love website “Locks of Love” is a public non-profit organization that provides hairpieces to financially disadvantaged children in the United States and Canada under age 21 suffering from long-term medical hair loss from any diagnosis. We meet a unique need for children by using donated hair to create the highest quality hair prosthetics. Most of the children helped by Locks of Love have lost their hair due to a medical condition called alopecia areata, which has no known cause or cure. The prostheses we provide help to restore their self-esteem and their confidence, enabling them to face the world and their peers.”

Losing your hair can be scary for anyone but I imagine it is particularly scary for a child who may not fully understand their medical condition and Locks of Love just seemed perfect.  Their minimum requirement was 10″ and I was able to donate 15″! 

Because I am always the one behind the camera and I didn’t think enough in advance to get a before picture.  The following is the best example I have of how long my hair was.  When not in a ponytail or barrette it actually came down to my waist.  It’s not really visible but hopefully you will get the idea.

Here is a picture of me after cutting my hair!

If you would like to donate your hair to Locks of Love follow this link for more information!

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What was the Happiest moment of your life?

I have been really blessed in my life and I have had lots and lots of happy moments.  When I was growing up, things were always fun and happy around our house.  The funny thing is, I know my sister and I used to fight. I can remember my mom saying, “I wish you girls would get along. It hurts me so much when you fight.”  I know we could be mean, I know we could really make each-other cry, but I really can’t remember any of the things we fought about.  (Well okay, I still remember the argument over who the pink scissors belonged to [they were mine!!!!] but that is it.) However, I do remember tons of fun and happy stuff we did. 

Amanda and I made up the goofiest games.  This was back in the days before video games and the internet when kids actually played outside.  We had “cooking rock” where we would mush up berries and nuts we found in the woods to make pretend food.  We made up silly songs while swinging on the swings.  We played cowboys and indians by the pond with a bow we made from a stick and a string and an arrow we found in the woods.  We caught bugs and snakes and hid salamanders in the watering can to freak out my mom.  We followed the stream for miles and found “treasures” in the woods.

I remember one day we had had a bag of “Funions” those fake fried onion rings.  We were playing by the pond and a few fell in.  The next day we were by the pond and we were FREAKED out by the nasty “worms” that were all over in the water.  We were just about to run and tell dad when we realized it was the Funions and they had soaked up water and swelled up to look like worms.

We had picnics out by the big tree in the back yard. We climbed the stonewall looking for praying mantis bugs.  We caught fireflies and put them in jars.  We collected cans from the side of the road and cashed them in at the Jiffy Mart.  We would then spend our earnings on Blue Slush Puppies, Slim Jim’s and candy! Lots and lots of candy.  We loved the Mike and Ike’s, good n’ plenty, Boston baked beans, Lemon-heads, and all those little boxed candies.

When the weather was such that we couldn’t go outside we had lots of inside games too.  Amanda used to line up her stuffed animals and play “library” with them by reading them books.  We would make up dances to popular songs and give impromptu recitals to our parents in the sun room.  We also gave them band concerts and choir concerts.  We must have sounded horrible but they always watched and so would anyone else who happened to be visiting.  We even played “olden days”.  We would turn off all the lights, light candles and pretend we were in the olden days.

Amanda and I really enjoyed playing together.  We had separate bedrooms in our house.  Since we enjoyed each others company so much some times it was hard to be in separate rooms.  We decided we were going to come up with a way to communicate when we were in our own rooms.  Our plan was to take a long string and string it between our windows.  The plan was to thread the string through the windowscreens and then tie a bell at both ends.  When one of us wanted the other, we could tug on the string, causing the bell to ring and thus alerting the other sister. I don’t remember if it worked. But I remember we spent a lot of time working on the plan.

Amanda and I had lots of other great memories but I would be writing for days if I tried to fit them all in here.  We were apart for 2 years when I first went away to college.  This was a REALLY difficult time for both of us but I think it was really hard on my sister.  She was alone at home and had to put up with a lot of changes that I didn’t really appreciate or understand at the time.  Mom and Dad sold the house we had spent most of our lives in just a few weeks before I went to college.  They moved at the same time I left.  I didn’t go to school a few hours from home either.  My family was in Vermont and I was going to school at Harding University in Searcy, Arkansas.  Any trips home required a 27 hour car ride or an airplane flight with at least one layover, if not two!

Amanda endured a move from a 5 bedroom/ 4 bathroom house in the country to a tiny condo in town.  Less than a year later they moved again to a small house in town.  At this time I was “SO IN LOVE” with a guy I had met at summer camp and suddenly my little sister didn’t seem so important to me.  I was gone not only physically but I was so wrapped up in myself I think I kind of checked out on my sister emotionally as well.  When the relationship that I was so sure was “the one” ended abruptly and unexpectedly Amanda was right there beside me consoling me and caring for me.  That long summer ended and it was time to go back to school.  Fortunately my sister was going with me! We were even rooming together!  Our year as roommates was a lot of fun and I really needed the strength of my sister to get me though that really difficult year.

As time went on we found our own groups of friends and eventually moved into other housing without each-other.  It was a tough transition but we still hung out on occasion and were friends with each-others friends.  I was getting close to graduation and we knew there were big changes in our futures.  Amanda had started dating Josh kind-of off and on.  I had started dating Richie.

Richie and I had actually met a few years earlier via that “summer camp guy”.  After “that guy” and I broke up I bumped into Richie in the Benson Auditorium on the first day back to school.  Of course he had to ask about “that guy” and I had to painfully relive the story.  Richie was really sweet though and went on and on about how stupid “that guy” must be.  He mentioned if I ever wanted to hang out I should give him a call.  Truthfully though, I hated guys at the time.  I laughed and said sure but there was no way in God’s green earth I was calling him.  Sometime in November I think Richie called me and asked me out.  After a semester of feeling sorry for myself I was ready for something different so I said yes.  Richie took me to the Dixie Cafe and then we went to Little Rock to watch “You’ve Got Mail” with Meg Ryan and Tom Hanks.  It was fun and Richie was a really nice guy but the whole thought of dating really freaked me out.  Richie must have had a good time too cause  a few days later he called to ask me out again.  Amanda and I weren’t home at the time and he left a message.  When I heard it I was scared to death.  I just couldn’t see myself in a relationship so I ignored the message and never called him back.  In some respects I was really enjoying not being tied down to anyone and the freedom I had to do whatever, whenever.  Richie tried calling a few more times. I continued to ignore the calls and he eventually quit.

The school year ended and Amanda and I went home for the summer.  Having been “boyfriendless” for almost a year I had really found out about myself and had really grown up a lot.  This was the point when Amanda and I had decided to no longer room together.  Amanda kept our old room and I moved into an apartment.  Late in the semester I was leaving a class in the Olen Hendricks building on campus.  I was walking down the stairs carrying a big poster-board I had created a project on.  Richie was at the bottom of the stairs.  He greeted me like a friend and completely ignored the fact that a year earlier I had totally given him the shaft.  We stood there talking, he made fun of my project, I laughed a lot.

Later that night, the phone rang. The voice said, “I didn’t get to flirt with you enough today, so I though I would call and see if I could take you out on Friday night.” Wow! What a DORK!  But he had caught me hook, line and sinker! I am not sure what the change was but I was ready to give it a try.  And boy did I test him! 

Richie took me to Chili’s and to a Hockey game in Little Rock.  I think I did everything I could think of to scare Richie away.  I flirted with the waiter at the restaurant, I ordered a huge meal and ate it all (no salad for me, thank you!), I acted like a crazy person at the hockey game, yelling and screaming and drawing attention to myself.  Richie smiled though it all and even tried to hold my hand on the way home. I had the time of my life and he didn’t seem fazed in the least.

Richie called me the next night and we talked on the phone for hours.  Unfortunately the semester was only a few days from being over and Amanda and I were headed home to Vermont for the holidays.  Back home, I couldn’t get him out of my head.  Richie called me a few times over the break and every conversation seemed to last longer and longer and we had more and more to talk about.  I was really looking forward to getting back to school so I could get to know Richie better.  Richie even offered to pick Amanda and I up from the airport when we got back to Arkansas.

From the day we landed back in Little Rock, Richie and I were practically inseparable.  We hung out all the time.  It didn’t take long at all for us to realize that we had something special and we didn’t want it to end.  Somewhere around Valentine’s day, just over two months from the day we first went out, Richie asked me to marry him and I of course said YES!  We immediately began planning our wedding and were married on July 29, 2000. 

We celebrated out 7 year anniversary this last July!  All of these moments fall into that category of happiest moments in my life.

My sister Amanda and my husband Richie are my best friends.  Both of them play such a huge part in my life.  Granted there are times of struggle and disagreement with both of them but the good times definitely prevail.  It is so hard to pick any one moment as the happiest moment in my life but any time spent with my sister or my husband is certainly a really happy time.

Amanda, Josh and Silas

My Husband, Richie! (Isn’t he cute???!!!)

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I just finished this most amazing book that my friend Dee lent me. 

This book is a compilation of some of the stories told in the booths of the StoryCorps project.  The idea behind StoryCorps is to preserve American history through the spoken word of common everyday Americans.  StoryCorps has several permanent booths and several travelling booths around the country.  You can take someone to a booth and for 40 minutes you get to share your story, whatever it is!  The booth is equipped with microphones to record your story.  At the end of the time you get a CD copy of what you recorded.  A second copy is placed in the Library of Congress.

The stories in the book are funny, emotional, heartbreaking and heart warming.  This is truly one of the most inspirational books I have read in a long time.  This book will make you want to preserve the memory of your own family.

The stories can also be heard every Friday morning on NPR or you can link to the podcast from the StoryCorps website.

In the back of the book are some questions for you to consider that will help you preserve the memory of you and your family.  Look for me to answer these questions in several of your upcoming posts.

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