Yep. Short hair. This picture (above left) was taken by my 10 year old son when we got home from Pennsylvania in Feb 2007 where I cut my graying hair off for Gram's funeral. The other image is a self portrait from May 24th, 2007. The gray is real.

Quite a far cry for the "old days," eh?

Eventually one day I met Mo. It's actually Melissa... but I call her Mo.

We got married and yes, my hair was short then.... not in a pony tail.

What wife hasn't felt like this?

Will came along. I realized why God intended us to have kids at early ages.... I was tired ALL the time.

But I still had fun.

Eventually we had Claire. We said if we had one, we'd have two because we won't have an only child. Then when we had 2, everyone would be getting "fixed" because there would be no more. I know my limits.

Now I have to warn you about the final shot. It's scary. Really. This was one of the final arguement breakers for getting the hair cut. I was thinking at the time that this hair was about to get cropped. I didn't know about Gram yet, but I had made up my mind that it was getting cut. Just to be dumb, I had to have the goofiest shot of the hair I could come up with. This was the winner hands down.

Just scroll down a ways.....

Now if you can stop laughing at this... you can understand why I wanted to get a hair cut.

Thank You.