Almost cut my hair

First, for those who caught the song reference in the title, Kenny and I got to go see Crosby, Stills and Nash a week ago at the Woodlands pavilion (for those who don't know, CSN was a huge folk rock group in the 60s/70s). It was wonderful! It's an outdoor, covered venue, and there was a kicking lightning storm in the background- practically a strobe light. They all preformed wonderfully, I fell a bit in love with Stephen Stills... AND they did a few songs that made me really happy (like Cathedrals, which is not one of their more well known songs but definitely a favorite of mine, PLUS a cover of Grateful Dead's Uncle John's Band, which was AWESOME). So yeah, happy me. Then in a few weeks we go see Jason Mraz. I'm so excited!

Also pertaining to the title of the post, I gave Kenny his first haircut-by-wife. It had gotten really long (some curls were 6 inches if pulled straight) and we decided we could save a lot of money if I learned how to cut his wild curly hair- it's very different than using a 3 and buzzing up the back. Here's the "before":

The "during":

And the "after":


I think I did decent for a first time, though definitely not perfect. I'm exciting to do it again, I learned a lot, and next time I can do it more even and not quite so short. Fortunately hair grows back quickly.

Also related to hair, Daniel's hair is coming in nicely. He may be getting a REAL haircut this week (his first real one, if you don't count his mullet trim).
It's finally coming in on the top:

And we're getting some decent curls!

(By the way, that last pic is Daniel showing me how he "prays". He mostly does it when he wants food.)
And, here's my latest favorite picture of Daniel, even if it is way too dark:

The pre-edit is here if anyone wants to try at prettifying it better than I did.

Adventures at Walmart

First, if I haven't warned my readers before, I'll warn you now: sometimes I pass out. I'm not talking headrushes (though I get those too), I'm talking lose-consciousness-even-while-sitting-and-turn-purple-and-green-and-shake-uncontrollably-then-wake-up-and-throw-up episodes. If this ever should happen while you're around me, don't freak out, don't call 911, I'm not dying, just get me something to throw up in and a drink.

So what brings on this ominous warning? Well, it happened yesterday in the Walmart parking lot. I suspected it was coming all day- I have a bad cold (it often happens when I'm sick) and had a toenail removed this morning because of toenail fungus (I'm assuming stress and blood loss had something to do with it). I had even told kenny in the morning that I was feeling like today might be one of THOSE days.
The last time it happened was on a plane in August of 08, the time before that, in the shower getting ready for my first day of work (I had to call my poor boss and tell him not only was I missing my first day, but also, when does my insurance kick in?) Anyways, I was at walmart with my new roommate Corinne and our new friend Emily. Everything went fine, I even checked out ok (even when I'm healthy I sometimes get a little faint in check-out lines). But as we walked to the car, I began to lose it and realized I needed to lay down NOW (fortunately Daniel was chilling in the seat of the shopping cart). So I did, on the hot pavement (it was 95 yesterday) in the middle of an aisle of the Walmart parking lot, which, of course, attracted a crowd (including a nurse). I desperately wanted to get off the pavement and away from the crowd, so Emily was kind and went and got the car and pulled it around, and I got up and got in it. Unfortunately our Durango's front seats don't recline quite enough (though I don't know if that makes a difference at the point I was at), so that's where I lost it. It felt like I was sleeping for hours (I usually manage to squeeze a full on dream in while I'm passed out), but I don't think I was gone for more than 10 seconds. Apparently I turned green and white and shook around a lot. The nurse nearby could barely find a pulse and they were all debating to call 911. Fortunately, I had warned Corinne that this happens and not to panic. So sweet Corinne and Emily gave me a walmart bag to serve as a barf bag and drove me home, stuck me in bed, put away my groceries, and watched Daniel for me. What a HUGE comfort and help. Kenny works late on Thursdays so he wasn't home til 6.
The scary thing is if it had happened 2 minutes later, I would have been driving my two friends and my baby. I do know when it's going to happen, usually by 15 seconds or so, but, who says I could get to the roadside and get parked in that condition safely?
So what causes these little fits? NO idea. The first time it happened, I was healthy and had just graduated high school, so no stress at all. It was at a doctor's office where I was a file clerk, and all my coworker nurses immediately took a blood sample (including glucose) and blood pressure and couldn't find anything weird
After the second time of it happening, we got the full gamut of tests- EKG (heart monitor I wore for 24 hours), an EEG (a brain monitor to test for epilepsy), an MRI, and an echocardiogram... everything came back normal. The problem is that I think we'd need to have those tests done very near to when the incident happens (if not during) and it's not predictable enough. I mean, once a month or so I'll tell Kenny I'm having a "shaky" day (though I have yet to have an episode while Kenny is around), and it only results in a full-on episode maybe one in ten times. So yeah, I'm at a loss for what to do, I'm a little bit terrified of it happening again when I don't have friends around, but we can't afford to get tests done when I can bet they'll be inconclusive because the incident is long gone.
Though, with all that said, things could have been MUCH worse yesterday. I was well taken care of, I managed to not hit my head on anything, and I wasn't holding Daniel.