BTW, on Saturday I really really needed to do my color retouch, but was super tired after work and didn't want to put the time in to do my hair.  That was a problem though, because if I didn't do my color on Saturday, then I probably wouldn't get to it for another two weeks.  I couldn't do that to myself, my roots were awful!  So, as I stood there by the front desk contemplating whether or not to do my roots, Shalise asked if I was finished and what I still doing there.  I explained my predicament, and she offered to put my color on for me if I wanted her to.  I decided that would give me a little rest before I hopped on my bike to go home, so I accepted her generous offer.

As soon as she finished applying my color, and I finished cleaning the bowl and brush, I looked at the time.  Did I really want to sit there for 30 more minutes and then BEG someone to shampoo my hair?  No.  What did I do?  I picked up my bag, put a towel around my neck on my shoulders to catch running color, and I hopped on my bike and rode home.  Yup, I rode my bike home with color on my hair, hahaha!!

I called my mom to tell her what I did and to laugh at myself a little bit.  She, of course, was out front waiting for me with a camera as I rode up to the house.

ps  I'm never wearing those jeans or shirt EVER again.  I look really fat!!!

I don't want to die. But, if that's my only option, I choose the bullet.

Well, I did it.  I bought my bicycle, and I LOVE it!!!  The kind people of Bicycle Haus in Scottsdale, AZ were so kind and helped me tremendously when choosing which bike would be best.  I decided finally on the Nirve Wispy Cruiser.  Seriously?  It is rediculously cute.  AND, I added a bell and a basket to the front. 

I have started riding it to work which has been an adventure to say the least.  Lets just put it this way: no matter which route I decide to take, on whichever day it might be, I still have to go through a bit of ghetto to get there.  So, I decided since there was no other way around it, I should choose to go the way around the temple. 

The first day I had my bike, I decided to take a test ride to work, just to clock about how much time I was going to need to plan for my commute to work.  Well, since I live only about 1.5-2 miles away from said location, I figured it would take me at most twice as long as it would take to drive, which would be about 20 minutes.  And that's figuring adding a little bit of time considering traffic and whatnot (yes, I just said whatnot).  Well, I would be wrong.  IT TOOK ME ABOUT 40 MINUTES!!!!!!!!!  WHAT!?!?!?!?!?!  Well, this was just not going to work for me.  Not only did it take far too long, but I felt like my legs were going to fall off.  How could this be?  It's not like I rode super hard, or for that matter, it wasn't like I just finished a tri-athelon!!!  Well, because I was so exhausted, I decided to take the most direct route home, regardless of how much traffic I might encounter.  I didn't care.  I just wanted to get home and take a shower and lay down.  This leg of my trip took me only about 15 minutes!  How on earth did I shave so much time off?!  I didn't pedal really fast or hard, I was too sore and tired.  I didn't use magic to "blink" my way back.  I don't think I even read the clock wrong or just forgot ( I know this because to make sure of this, I texted people at specific parts of my journey so I could go back and check my timing).

Well, because of my serious problem of time here, I decided there was really only one choice I had here. Riding my bike by the temple on side roads was no longer an option.  I had to ride my bike on University, with little to no bike lane, and just pray that the drivers passing me would slow down around me so as not to knock me over with the wind they create by going so fast.  Or just stay far enough away from me so they didn't actually hit me.  I refuse to put a helmet on before work!  I'm not going that far or that fast to walk in to work with helmet hair.  I mean, what would my clients think?  I don't want to know.  I'm not about to risk losing clientele just for safety purposes.  So here it stands, I can take either University with crazy amounts of rude drivers who, I swear, try to run me over when I'm in a car! or I can take 6th St which is directly through the middle of the ghetto.  I'm talking serious trouble here. 

I chose 6th street.  I think I would prefer to die by a stray bullet rather than direct impact of a car.  There might be more the doctors could do to save me that way too.