pinch me | song*ography

it's like a dream

you try to remember 

but it's gone

pinch me 

cos I'm still asleep

{perhaps comparing notes on how to cut hair}

"Pinch Me" 

Barenaked Ladies 

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 In the course of cleaning out the spare room I ran across old family photo albums.

Images of times so distant it is almost as if they never happened.

Sometimes I ponder: "is that an actual memory, or simply recall from a photograph?"

Akin to when the contents of a dream sticks with you so strongly that you start to question:

"did it really happy, or did I just dream it?"

  

But some things are vivid - there is no doubt. 

For example the bad hair cuts.

I remember as if it were yesterday not wanting to come out from the bedroom for picture day when mom had this brilliant idea to 'pin-curl' our hair.  

Forget the Shirley Temple Curly Club - my sister and I were ready for Soul Train.

And the chopped bangs 

- for the love of ... 

why all the chopped bangs?

Why is it every young mother suddenly thinks she can cut hair with no formal training.
Is it the residuals from pushing so hard during childbirth?
News Flash:

You Can't!
Put down the scissors.  

My mom did it.  I did it.  

I pray my children don't turn around and short-bang their offspring.

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 So, none of the hair stuff had anything to do with the lyrics of this song
- which I might add, has a set of lyrics that go all over the place ...

but I thought I'd share.

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