Is toy share like time share?

Remember when you were in kindergarden, or maybe preschool, and Billy Jo was playing with the Lite Brite… but YOU really wanted to play with the Lite Brite too?

Dammit! Really only one person at a time could play with the Lite Brite… But really if it were one of your friends you could share with them, and do pretty pictures of flowers and shit… but…
but….

Billy Jo didn’t play well with others and you knew this. He certainly wouldn't go for the flowers and clouds thing. So you sat back and waited until Billy Jo moved on or got disinterested so you could play with the Lite Brite?

Come on! You remember clutching your black paper tightly (lite brite brand only, black construction paper didn't count!)... Avoiding any distraction from friends or teachers that may keep you away from your turn at the Lite Brite? Ooh, that Lite Brite.. dammit Billy JO... don't you have cardboard blocks to play with or somethin'!!!

And then as you were sitting there looking needy and cute in your little yellow sun dress... some ass would come and pull your pigtails…. And kiss you…. Boy cooties…. Yuk.

….........

I’ve been eyeing a toy for the last few months. I considered getting it a long time ago, but was never really committed to the idea until only recently. I’ve talked about it, did long and extensive research on it, watched it improve (from it’s original design… hooray for modifications!). I’ve drooled and daydreamed over pictures of it. I even got to see it in action once, but didn't get to operate it myself...

I wanted this toy, and the want has been contained… but not snuffed.

So I meander around in my head the thought of owning this toy… Sure, if the circumstances were a bit different, I’m sure I could justify it to myself the dream of owning it.
But, in the real world it’s simply impossible because I couldn’t afford this toy in my lifetime, nor do I want to have to take care and maintain it… too much effort, not enough reciprocity. And that’s okay, I’ve accepted that graciously and decided to ignore the urge to own the god damn thing.

But. But. That doesn’t mean I don’t want to play with it… just ONCE.

So, what to do when somebody says “HERE, use my toy for awhile.”

Or simply moves on and leaves it in your hands… I mean, you know you’ll only have it for a short while, and it’s not yours…. No, it’s not… It’s theirs and you’re holding on to it for them for a short time. And that’s really okay with you… make the most out of the benefits of playing with it, without the burden of ownership.

“Can I play with it?”
“Sure, just take care of it.”
“Right, you know I will.”

(OOOH!! MY turn at the Lite Brite!!!)
So I have to smile inside... And that's all I got to say about that. *ahem*

……...

Moving on!!!
There’s a rumor going around out there that I look like death since I've been so sick lately(thanks Shawn… ASS). And no matter how I convince otherwise, some people are highly visual creatures. So I thought that I would kill three birds with one stone by posting some pics taken of me TONIGHT to:

A) prove that I do NOT look like death (i hope)
B) show Blondie my hair… she wanted to see it. perty!!
C) show those of you that give me shit about it, that I do in fact smile sometimes for pictures.

I’m only high maintenance EVER when it comes to my hair.
*sigh* I love you Jules.
I only go to the same woman, and have been for the last 13 years (ask my mom, I swear!!!).

I drive 50 miles to get to her and it’s worth every minute and penny in fuel because her work ROCKS…. doesn't matter if I'll be photo-shooting or just hanging around with the kids. I have to have her and ONLY her touch my hair with colorant and heavy product. Yes, fuckers I said product... you like it.

Besides, she lives on a ranch and breeds horses, so there’s always a lot to talk about.

Ever seen a horse inseminator? Pretty cool!!!