I feel chubby

I am in need of a hair cut, ASAP! I glanced in the mirror today(as I do every day) & realized that I look an awful lot like Raggedy Andy, only my hair is brown instead of hot-rod red. Also, I've been trying to figure out just how many haircuts(& when) I'll need for my hair to look perfect when Chris, & I(Jackie too) go to NJ to see his sister.

Oh I never wrote about that did I? Okay, so I every spring Chris & his mother(Jackie) fly to NJ to visit his sister(Corinna). And this year I was invited to tag along. I'm super excited to meet his sister, though I'm sure as our departure aproches I'll get more & more nervous, as always.

I keep thinking about May. Every time I go downstairs to do laundry I look at my suite case & think "Gosh, I really should bring that upstairs to let it air-out so all my clothes don't smell like the dungeon." But then I remember that it's only Feb. & if I brought it up, my case would only be taking up much needed space in my room for about three months. I think about east-cost weather a lot too. I keep wondering if it'll be warm enough for me to wear all my cute dresses & skirts & whether or not I should buy some shorts. But, once again, I remember that none of this is going to matter for another three months.

I've always been like this though. The first couple times I went to Arkansas with Madeleine, I would wash all my clothes & pack about a week ahead. Then, realizing that I had packed to much & that I had nothing to wear for a week, I'd basically live out of my suitcase until a day or two before we left. Going to Arizona for the summer when I was a kid was even worse! I'd sort out every thing I might want to bring, fold it & stack it neatly on my floor, almost two months before we left! I love making packing-lists too. Since I was an itty-bitty whenever I was sleeping over at a friend's house, going camping, or going on vacation, I'd write & rewrite list after list, making sure I didn't forget any thing--but I always forget some thing important.(Sun-screen, cameras, tooth brush, socks....)

Ugh, all I can think about is leaving Rockford.
I'll write more later.

Love & fishes,
Ariel