This gets easier and easier every time.

Some of you have been waiting for this a long time. Some of you have not.

As the pattern of my grooming tendencies have stayed fairly consistent over the past few years. The first day of school was the start of my beard. I let it go for a month or two, and then cut my 'almost-famous' (just like the Primanti's sandwich) Amish beard. This, mixed with my pre-Chelsea's wedding hair cut, left me looking rather shaggy. All of my classmates knew me with a beard. People at YadGrad could not imagine me without long hair. Well everything (except clogged arteries from Cookie Stuffed Cookies) fades away... and this past weekend -you may want to sit down (because, I know you are reading this standing up))- I got a hair cut.

I know. In my adult life, a hair cut is a big deal. So I went to Wal Mart and collected the supplies I needed: Black Hair dye, some Elmers, a few combs, a pack of cheap razors (thanks Dad to opening my eyes to cheap razors...), and a hair dryer. At this point, those who know me should be excited. Those who do not know me that well are most likely confused.

My two friends, the honorable Gwyn and Tracey, offered their help in obtaining my cause. I was a little nervous, as I had perviously trusted my head to only Jake and my mother (well, besides professionals). But the girls performed wonderfully.

That is right... Mohawk time!

So this fun took place in my bathroom, which is not known for its space. In fact, it is almost too small for just me. But with the help of an old file folder holder, and a re-purposing of shower space, Tracey and Gwyn were able to work the art of both Scissors, Clippers and Razors.

The prep work.

I think there was a comment about making paint brushes out of my hair...

Two things to note: First: Gwyn, you look way too excited... and Second, Awesome shirt.

Notice the pharaoh beard has been taken away...

I am fairly sure that is the most number of people that bathroom has ever contained at any one time.

And Tracey found my cloak.... :-)

As always, I have gotten some interesting and amusing responses. The best being a little girl who walked past me with a look of wonderment, stopped, turned to her mom and asked: "Why is that man's head all funny?" to which her mom said it was a mohawk, and that when she was young they were really popular... thanks lady.. your daughter was cute, you are just lame.

Last night (Sunday into Monday) Pittsburgh decided to re-enact the events of the Titanic, with my room playing the part of the ship. I was awoken at 5:30 by pouring rain. And not just a little bit, but enough that I could hear it in full surround sound. Then I noticed the plethora of flashes, and then what I am sure woke me up, the loud rumbles of really close thunder. It was rather impressive. I laid there for a good 30 minutes being amused by the light and sound show. But needless to say this morning it was still going on. Having the foreknowledge that a wet mohawk is a sad mohawk, I did not spike it... I will tomorrow though, even if I have to take an umbrella.