So, Cheyenne is a windy place. Somedays are windier than others, but as a general rule, it is so much windier than where I grew up. I've witnessed shockingly high winds in Wyoming firsthand; once when I was teaching and coaching speech at Central HS back in 2001-2002, we were traveling back from a tournament in Sheridan (on a school bus—now that was an adventure as a pregnant lady!) and out the window we saw semi after semi on its side, blown off the road. I had heard stories about the wind blowing trains off the tracks in Browning, MT when we lived in Great Falls, but I wasn't sure I believed it until I saw those trucks. On that same trip the emergency hatch in the ceiling of the bus was sucked out by the wind—oh, if only you could have heard the startle noise I made THAT night!—and when I finally arrived home, I had to drive around our wood bench, which was on its side in the middle of the street four houses away from our home.
The last two days have been especially windy—up to 50 mph winds, which are extremely loud. And bad for people with long hair. So bad, in fact, that the wind could actually cause someone to mentally snap over said long hair. Become unhinged, if you will. This was me today, after one giant hairbrushing meltdown on Maddie's part, and one less overt but no less heartfelt hairbrushing meltdown on my part. We both stupidly went outside without first plastering our ever-growing hair into a bun, and we paid the price with the Windy Dreads of Doom.
Maddie and I have been growing our hair for Locks of Love since around January 2009. TODAY, IT WAS TIME FOR THIS HAIR-GROWING PROJECT TO COME TO AN END.
The problem lately, however, is that Maddie's hair growth rate suddenly slowed to approximately one inch per five years; it just hasn't been long enough yet to reach the required ten inch ponytail that Locks of Love requires. So, we found a solution: Pantene has a program too, called Beautiful Lengths and they (blessedly) require a minimum of 8 inches of hair. Solution! She would donate to Pantene, I would donate to Locks of Love. We jumped into the car and sped off drove the 30 mph through base, around to the north gate which of course was closed for the federal holiday, back to the main drag, and over to Great Clips post-haste.
OH HAPPY DAY!
(We're really glad we did it. But, it will be a little while before we're ready to do it again!)