For You, Daddy!

Thursday, 15 March 2012

The LLONNGG And short Of It

Hail!

Today being the Ides of March, I come bearing news of a hair-raising experience. Well, a lot of hair was involved and there was some gladness raised somewhere. That’s not what ‘hair raising’ means? Oh.  *shrug* Could you please read my story anyway? You might just about change your mind.  

Hair Today

Shorn Tomorrow

Ta da! I loved my new hair style!

When I chop ‘em tresses all off, I get a lot of “I didn’t recognise you!” and “You look wild!”. My favourite is a visiting cousin’s declaration once, “You look like a punk!” Truth is – I felt wild and I felt like, um, a punk? Alright, enough narcissism.

Three years is the usual time frame for me to lop it all off and donate it. I first heard about donating hair in Canada and I decided to do it the very first time I read about it.   

In my mid 20s, I had pledged my body for donation after I flat line, but it’s kind of a drag that I have to wait patiently to do something that I strongly believe in. Donating my hair every 3 years has helped assuage that restlessness. (I’ve looked into live skin donation, too, but sadly, the success rate for this isn’t encouraging.)

I followed in the footsteps of Daddy, Mummy and my older siblings, and became a regular blood donor from the age of 18. It helped that I am  B-ve  because it is not a terribly common blood group. That is not good enough today because I am not allowed to donate blood anymore. Over the past decade or so, organisations have became stringent about body weight, among other things. We have to weigh 52 kgs, at least. I’ve never ever touched 50 kgs in my life. So my blue blood now courses solely through my veins. 😦

A little side story. I have instructed my family (and my closest friends around me when I am away from home) that upon my death, I want whatever parts of me – all organs, of course, but also skin, bones, hair, nails, whatever – that can be used for others in need to be taken from me, and the, um, scraps to be handed over to the students at the local med school. But Big Bro vows to follow through with his plan. Um, what plan?

This one – he says he’ll douse my, um, “carcass” with ATF (Aviation Turbine Fuel AKA jet fuel) and toss a lit matchstick to ensure I turn to absolute cinders. No, no, Big Bro is not heartless. He says it’s bad enough there’s one of me on the loose now. If anyone gets bits and pieces of me, he’s afraid they’ll morph into clones of me. Forget December 21, 2012, he frets, the day I die and re-incarnate via others through my donated organs; that day will be the true end of the world, he claims. Aren’t big brothers the best?

Back to me and my tail tale. 

I donated my hair twice in Canada. The first time I was told that it would wind up at Sick Kids (the children’s hospital in Toronto). The second time my hair went to some theatre group in TO (Toronto in local speak). 

The last two times I donated my hair were during visits to Kathmandu, Nepal and Mumbai (formerly Bombay), India. In both cities, I did not find hospitals or organisations that accepted hair donations, so the salon folks kept it each time. I told the people I knew who asked about “all that hair” that I had donated it to the salon. I got mostly positive responses, but two people I know argued that I should not have given it to the salon because they would make money off it. Hair stylists are rich enough already, they thundered, and clients have to pay a pretty packet for a hair piece. Well, I countered, that’s even better than I expected because now two people would be happy – the client, of course, who would have flaunted my, ahem, luscious locks AND the stylist who would earn from it. I had not factored the latter.

I also added that it is not for me to judge who is rich and who is not; and only those who can afford to splurge on a wig or extensions would do it. (Not quite true, I know, but that’s a whole different story.)  If I could make yet another person happy in the bargain, “Go, Me!” I say!

So please feel free to voice your different points of view at any time, all ye detractors. I welcome those because one way or the other, I can learn something else via the argy-bargy.

For any of you considering donating your hair, here are some tips give the best you can. Before that, I want to brag about this – I had no split ends. w00t w00t!

 

i. Minimise styling: This includes colouring, changing the texture (straightening/perming) and blow drying. Ideally, doing none of all that is best. Yes, it is possible. Mine was virgin hair. No, I did not make that up. It is a technical term for hair that has not been chemically treated at all. 

 

ii. Minimise use of chemicals: Those used on a daily basis e.g. styling products, perfumes.  

 

iii. Tie it up: (When possible.) It reduces the impact of pollution on the strands.  

 

iv. Cover up: The same reasons as above. When in the sun, of course, but also from wind. 

  

v. Lifestyle: Hair is yet another part of us that mirrors our lifestyle. Our diet, exercise regime, sleep patterns and stress levels all play a role in the quality of our hair. 

Oh, look at all of you! In awe of me for bragging telling you about being a serial donor. I did not donate blood every six months (a long time ago) and I do not donate my hair every three years now because I care about some poor person in need. 

Don’t ask yourself what the world needs; ask yourself what makes you come alive. And then go and do that. Because what the world needs is people who have come alive.” ~ Dr. Howard Thurman (American philosopher and educator. 1899-1981) 

So you see, this is why I am generous with bits and pieces of my being. I do not just want to ensure I live on after my mortal demise, I’m so .. so… full of myself, I want to share while I’m alive!  

You still don’t buy that I’m egotistic, do you? Oh, I know. I’ll tell you what I do when I miss my hair after I donate it. I go for one of these options that always work – beg, borrow or steal.

Borrowed Tresses

 

 

 

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One of my blog buddies is MJ. MJ is fun and a good sport. Most of all, I like that he is generous with his time and encouragement with all those who visit his blog and leave a message. That, and he is just plain nice. 

MJ made this request via a comment in my earlier post titled ‘Giving Up. And Taking On.

 

>Do give an update on how the lenten activities are going when you get some time.

– I promised to update you in my next post only (meaning, this one), MJ, because I would have had some more time with my challenges and I would have a better picture of how I am faring now. (And more time to get my, um, act together for the “report”.)

About the things I’ve given up. Giving up all the food was easy. I’ve got a few years of practice under my belt, so it’s no biggie today. As a matter of fact, I am pleased that I do not crave my meat, fish and all things sweet. I don’t fantasise about them either. I don’t even feel sorry for myself for abstaining! A far cry from not too many years ago.

Refraining from checking out new articles online is much harder. I try to stick to health related articles, but have caved in and read non-health related articles like:

 

Sara Blakely: How one woman made a billion from big pants http://uk.finance.yahoo.com/news/sara-blakely–how-one-woman-made-a-billion-from-big-pants.html

 

5-Week-Old App Draw Something Hits 20 Million Downloads And Generates 6-Figures Per Day  http://www.businessinsider.com/omg-5-week-old-app-draw-something-hits-20-million-downloads-and-generates-6-figures-per-day-2012-3 

 

Why I Am Leaving Goldman Sachs

http://www.nytimes.com/2012/03/14/opinion/why-i-am-leaving-goldman-sachs.html?_r=2&pagewanted=all

Headlines like these grab me. I remember my vow, hesitate, then cave in. I do not feel too bad about breaking my Lenten decision to refrain from mainstream news online because these kinds of stories (which to me, are more about the human spirit than the dosh) feed my soul. I learn about their doggedness and I learn from their doggedness. Now, using that same doggedness with my struggle to pray and reflect is a whole different story. 😉

I still read three (hardcopy) newspapers a day, so it’s not like I’ve given up on news entirely. That would be very hard. So I won’t even go there, except when I’m on holiday. Then, I truly do not care about what happens in the big, wide world. 😉  

About the things I’ve taken on.

Not going to mince words – I did a lousy job the first week in. Just could not focus on prayer or the Scripture readings. Today, I am more settled in that groove, but I’m still not groovin’. Know what I’m sayin’?  I wish I would look forward to that hour of prayer and reflection, but I don’t. I even feel a little relieved when I finish. Relieved, as in, ‘Done! Let me check this off my list’. I am disappointed with myself about this because I know how good I feel when I pray, I know how good it is for me, but I just do not seem to put in the effort required for me to reap bigger rewards that I (also) know are so easily within my reach.

I don’t beat myself up though. I also enjoy being human. 🙂  

Thank you for asking, MJ. Knowing that someone (in this case, you) asked that, made me a little more, uh, accountable. I am quite confident I would have been lackadaisical a little longer had you not asked for feedback. So ‘Ouch!’ (initially) and ‘Thanks’, too, MJ!

 
 
 


Thank you, misslisted, Cheerful Monk, The Book of Terrible ,ElvieRose,  orples and  mj monaghan  for commenting on my last post.

Thank you, The Book of Terrible and orples for liking my last post.

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P.S.: Cheerful Monk adds a footnote to every post acknowledging those who comment on her previous post. She also links the commenters’ names back to their own blogs.

 I like both these practices of acknowledging the time and effort made to comment, and the free advertising! So I’m doing what I do well – being a copycat! 



 
 
 
 
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  1. Dear, sweet, Kate always giving of yourself. You really are a jewel. Like you, I donate my hair to ‘locks of love’, a program here in America that uses human hair to make wigs for cancer patients. When I was living in Danville, there was a hair Salon “Colours” that cut my hair for free as their donation to the program. Of course, I always left the stylist a generous tip, especially since I didn’t pay for the hair cut. I am able to donate about every other year. I feel it is a small token of appreciation to the man upstairs, for blessing me with healthy children of my own. I too am a organ donor, but I prefer not to dwell on what they’ll do with my corpse once the fat lady has sung her final chorus as her final farewell to me. Whatever is left, after taking whatever is worthwhile (in my case), I’d like to have cremated and brushed into a horse, so I can ride for eternity. Yeah Haw! Ridem’ cowgirl! LOL.

    I hope that last photo of yours is as you said “Borrowed Tresses”. I don’t know how you’d even begin to wash all of that hair. The longest my has ever been is below the waistband of my pants. After sitting on it a few time, I figured it was time to go. Now, I prefer my hair at shoulder length, but It’s worth letting it grow the added length for donation purposes, so I do.

    Switching gears to the Media Headlines … well, let’s just say, mainstream media is the last place I look, if I’m seeking the truth. Sometimes I’ll watch the nightly news for entertainment purposes, but the real stories about world events and such are to be found through documentaries (and here in America) directly off the floor of Congress. I’m sure there is plenty of stuff going on behind closed doors too, that doesn’t get any attention either way. News as a rule is either useless (the tabloids) or depressing. I think blogging sometimes helps me/us hide from reality.

    This was a nice share, Kate. I’m looking forward to your stopping by and saying ‘hello’ when time allows. In the meantime, here’s wishing you lots of smiles and happy moments! Marcy

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    Comment by orples — Thursday, 15 March 2012 @ 12:48 pm |Reply

    • >Dear, sweet, Kate always giving of yourself.
      – Except when it comes to my favourite food! Hee hee!

      >Like you, I donate my hair to ‘locks of love’, a program here in America that uses human hair to make wigs for cancer patients.
      – Very cool! I’ve heard of ‘Locks of Love’. There are similar groups in Toronto as well.

      >Of course, I always left the stylist a generous tip, especially since I didn’t pay for the hair cut.
      – Since I went to a regular salon, I paid for my haircuts. And that is why those two people I know got angry that I “just gave away all that hair”.

      >I feel it is a small token of appreciation to the man upstairs, for blessing me with healthy children of my own.
      – This is exactly why I do it, too. Giving things (food, clothes, etc), giving money, and giving of our time are all admirable and much needed.

      I recently read a Buddhist (or was it Hindu? Or was it from the Koran? Just can’t remember.) saying that went something like this:

      Your religion will point the way to heaven. Prayer will get you to the door. Your deeds to those in need will usher you past the door.

      I’ve got my eye on the mansion beyond the Pearly Gates. 😉

      >I too am a organ donor, but I prefer not to dwell on what they’ll do with my corpse once the fat lady has sung her final chorus as her final farewell to me.
      – Oh, Marcy! Your passion and goodness will continue to sing pretty tunes through whoever is blessed to with your selflessness!

      >Whatever is left, after taking whatever is worthwhile (in my case), I’d like to have cremated and brushed into a horse, so I can ride for eternity. Yeah Haw! Ridem’ cowgirl! LOL.
      – That is a wonderful plan, Marcy! You love horses, so that is a wonderful gift to a very lucky horsie. Ride on!

      >I hope that last photo of yours is as you said “Borrowed Tresses”. I don’t know how you’d even begin to wash all of that hair.
      – I know! The girl in that photograph is a friend’s friend. And her hair actually grazes the floor! She’s had that length for close to two decades. Wow.

      I had short cropped hair until the age of 16. When I first grew my hair out to waist length, I just did not know how to deal with it. So Mum or Big Sis would wash it out for me (while Princess sat helplessly on a plastic stool), and Daddy would dry it. 🙂

      >Switching gears to the Media Headlines … well, let’s just say, mainstream media is the last place I look, if I’m seeking the truth.
      – I take everything with a pinch of salt. I’m just very nosy and like to know what’s going on around the world.

      >Sometimes I’ll watch the nightly news for entertainment purposes, but the real stories about world events and such are to be found through documentaries (and here in America) directly off the floor of Congress. I’m sure there is plenty of stuff going on behind closed doors too, that doesn’t get any attention either way.
      – I’m fond of documentaries, too. They feel more real.

      >News as a rule is either useless (the tabloids) or depressing.
      – Oh, I get my daily dose of trash, too. I try to be a well balanced news junkie. 😉

      I don’t pick up printed tabloids, but I watch E! News often and there’s always celebrity news in the Entertainment section of the newspapers.

      Oh, and if I miss anything, um, ground breaking, there’s always Hook’s ‘The Book of Terrible’. Although I missed out on a very important post of his recently, and I’m gnashing my teeth over my lapse.

      >I think blogging sometimes helps me/us hide from reality.
      – Or gives us another facet of reality.

      >I’m looking forward to your stopping by and saying ‘hello’ when time allows.
      – I will, Marcy, I will.

      I will admit that I like commenting on your blog because I feel your goodness in your words. I like to hang around people like you. If I pick up the slightest negativity in whatever form, I back off. Blogs abound and I move onto the next one that makes me feel good. Knowledge gained from the blogs I visit is not important to me, the niceness that seeps through is.

      >In the meantime, here’s wishing you lots of smiles and happy moments!
      – And dappled sunshine as well, to you, me and horsies everywhere! 🙂

      Kate

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      Comment by For you, Daddy! — Thursday, 15 March 2012 @ 10:34 pm |Reply

  2. Hmm, where to begin, as usual.

    Well, thank you for the update on your Lenten activities. Sounds like you’re doing well on most things, my friend.

    However, I still can’t get past – How one woman made a billion from big pants ! I wouldn’t have been able to go on without looking at that article, either.

    I think it’s fantastic that you’re donating organs, amongst other things, and also your hair. It’s great that someone else gets something out of your gift. Very cool!

    “I don’t beat myself up though. I also enjoy being human.” I think we all have to get to that point. We are human, and guilt and regret are the two biggest things that bog us down. So, that’s great that you don’t beat yourself up.

    Always a pleasure to read your blog, Kate. It wasn’t hair-raising, at all! hehe

    Happy St. Patrick’s Day on Saturday!!

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    Comment by mj monaghan — Thursday, 15 March 2012 @ 9:03 pm |Reply

    • >Hmm, where to begin, as usual.
      – How about the very beginning. It’s a very good place to start sang Maria from ‘The Sound of Music’.

      >Well, thank you for the update on your Lenten activities.
      – Thank you for asking, MJ. I would like my blog to be like an informal, friendly chat over coffee with the readers.

      >Sounds like you’re doing well on most things, my friend.
      -Yes, I am.

      >However, I still can’t get past – How one woman made a billion from big pants ! I wouldn’t have been able to go on without looking at that article, either.
      – Although I was familiar with the Spanx story, the name ‘Sara Blakely’ did not ring a bell when I read that headline. And yes, it was “pants” that did me in. 😉

      >I think it’s fantastic that you’re donating organs, amongst other things, and also your hair. It’s great that someone else gets something out of your gift. Very cool!
      – Thank you. The slogan for the Canadian Blood Services is ‘It’s in you to give.’ I merely realised that that could apply to things other than blood alone.

      >“I don’t beat myself up though. I also enjoy being human.” I think we all have to get to that point. We are human, and guilt and regret are the two biggest things that bog us down. So, that’s great that you don’t beat yourself up.
      – Oh, please do not think that I have achieved some higher plane of consciousness or spirituality or anything remotely like that. Beneath this shimmering veneer of virtues lies a very cunning woman. ‘Tis the truth.

      When I do not achieve the (personal) goal I set for myself, I pull out my handy, easily accessible ‘I am human.’ card. I believe it’s a nifty little loophole that The Big Guy has created for us. He’s a mighty nice fella, the Almighty is. 🙂

      >Always a pleasure to read your blog, Kate.
      – Thank you kindly, MJ.

      >It wasn’t hair-raising, at all! hehe
      – Big Bro would agree with you … only because he then gets to call me ‘hell raiser’. There’s just no winning with him. Sigh.

      >Happy St. Patrick’s Day on Saturday!!
      – To you, too! I’m a teetotaller, but I don’t let something insignificant like that get in the way of having a craic-uva time. I revel in the … revelry!

      Kate

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      Comment by For you, Daddy! — Thursday, 15 March 2012 @ 11:57 pm |Reply

  3. Cheerful Monk sent me the following message via e-mail.

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    Hi, Kate,

    I tried leaving a comment on your blog, but WordPress deleted it and asked me to log on because it knows my e-mail address. That gets pretty complicated. I do like your haircut!

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    Comment by For you, Daddy! — Thursday, 15 March 2012 @ 9:34 pm |Reply

    • >but WordPress deleted it and asked me to log on
      – Well, I’ve shown WordPress who’s boss. 😉

      >I do like your haircut!
      – Thank you, Jean! I like it, too. My hair’s halfway down my back right now. My next shearing session is early 2103.

      Kate

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      Comment by For you, Daddy! — Thursday, 15 March 2012 @ 9:40 pm |Reply

  4. Once again, you have my respect and admiration, Kate.

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    Comment by The Hook — Thursday, 22 March 2012 @ 1:24 pm |Reply

    • When I first began thinking about blogging, I had hoped people would learn from or laugh at my experiences. Just like I do with the other blogs I read. Respect and admiration? Now, I’m at a whole different level. Thank you, Hook.

      Kate

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      Comment by For you, Daddy! — Thursday, 22 March 2012 @ 9:56 pm |Reply


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