Feeling Cha-Cha

My British stylist doesn't even know what a Cha-Cha is, but man does he know hair.

Three years after we first met, he finally understands the nuances of me and my hair. When I sat down today he said, 'are we doing the same thing?' Yes I smiled, big sexy hair.

Just wanted to operationalize some terminology, because it seems no matter who the stylist is- they get it. Don't ask me what they conjure up when they hear 'big sexy hair,' but it is friend tested and approved. That phrase universally means serious Cha-Cha hair.

Besides my anti-frumpy campaign, today I found out...

• I was accepted to present at a national conference.
• The Chicana professor I had been hoping would join my dissertation committee, did.
• That the city is like Pandora's box, open it a little and beware: Lesson from last night!
• That posting up multiple copies of 'My Dissertation Time,' calendars printed on green paper and created in google freeware do help.
• That it is going to be a long 72hours if I am going to make the deadline set by Dissertation Calculator for this week, a very cool tool- look it up online if you need one!

So here I am with my Cha-Cha hair staring at the green calendar in front of me. At another point in my life I would have considered it a waste, of a very good hair day.