In Loving Memory (Of Brent's Hair)

Brent got an email last night. It was a complaint from his mother. She said,

"Please put the photo back on that we saw on your blog. We were really enjoying it and suddenly it was gone."

If you missed Brent's yearbook yourself photo, Sorry,. . . I guess you need to keep up a little better. :)

It was on here for 24 hours! (It was Brent's current face with a very big and bad doo. I thought it was hilarious at first, but then decided after blog surfing that I just couldn't take the hideousness of the front page of my blog anymore, and I hit the delete button on the whole post.)

Brent's mom really hates that her little boy has gone bald. A couple years after we were married it was getting so thin up top that we just bit the bullet and buzzed it all.

His mother was so disappointed in us. Every time she saw a fresh haircut she told him how ugly he looked. It was like she thought buzzing it was causing the baldness rather than the other way around -. . He's bald, so we are buzzing it. Like as if we hadn't been buzzing it he would have a lovely full head of hair! Or at least a good ol' man respectable comb over.


We used to not have our own set of clippers so we would always go up the hill to her house and cut hair in her utility room. One time while she was gone, we were there buzzing away. It had been way too long and I cut off tons of hair and left it all in her utility room trash.

Later that afternoon we heard her car pass by and head up the hill. About an hour later we heard her car come back down and stop outside our back door. The car was still running when Brent ran out to see what was up.

She was agitated, and wanted to know if we had seen any one's car going up to her house earlier that day.

"I think a Mexican has been up there inside the house," she insisted.

"What, in the house? Why's that, Mom? "

She reached in her purse and pulled out an envelope. It was filled with black hair.

She was driving around with the evidence searching for the culprit.

Brent laughed and told her it was his hair.

"No way Brent. It's way too dark and way too much for your head. Look at it!" shaking the envelope at him.

We finally calmed the old lady down enough to send her back up the hill.

Nice to know that you read our blog MamaJo. Hope you don't mind us bringing up this old story. I just remembered it after reading your email, and wanted to write it down so the memory wasn't lost.

AND Sorry I ruined your little boy's hair. He was pretty handsome till I came along. This ain't no yearbook yourself. It's the real deal from 1988.