Blondes have more...moments.

Can we talk?

Okay. What I really mean is ‘MAY I VENT?’

Readers often ask me, “Is there any of you in Tressa Jayne Turner?” Confession time. More of me than I care to admit at times, that’s for sure. The most recent example of Bullet Hole’s ‘blonde’ moments came last night. You see, in order to finish my Criminal Justice degree, I need a Science credit with a lab or an upper level Math class. Not being mathematically gifted, I decide to go the Science route and I find a Field Ecology class which meets two nights a week with ‘field labs’.

I’m thinking that while biomes don’t particularly trip my trigger, I enjoy flora and fauna as much as the next person. I believe in conservation. (Plus I sure as heck didn’t want to take Trigonometry as the alternative credit to finish my degree.) I’ll do it! I decided.

Well, last night was our first ‘field observation’. I’d done the prep work. I had my little field lab notebook, pencils for drawing, jeans and sturdy shoes. I was prepared to sit and make cute drawings of birds and trees and plants and fungi to my heart’s content. And the blonde moment, you wonder? That came when I doused myself with vanilla butter crème body splash just before I headed out the door for my adventure in the wild. And the end result? It was like ringing the dinner bell for mosquitoes in the next county. I was a freaking mosquito magnet! I got more mosquito guts on my field observation notebook than observations as I swatted at swarms of buzzing insects around my ears and scratched at red welts.

For our first observation we were supposed to come up with five organisms, five probing questions and five hypotheses to go along with each question.

My organisms included: mosquitoes (naturally), red ants, poison oak, a squirrel, and a giant raccoon who lumbered out of the tall grass and scared the crap out of me as I was trying to escape the wooded area and hoofing it towards a dormant cornfield.

My most salient question?

‘Why hadn’t I doused myself with Deet instead of vanilla????’

My hypothesis?

‘Blonde moments will still occur even when those tresses are chemically treated and enhanced.’

So. What’s was your latest ‘blonde moment’? What really dumb stunt have you pulled lately? Maybe next week I’ll tell you about spilling coffee down the front of my new white jacket---and not realizing it was there until after I left the doctor’s office. Or how I managed to get the shirt UNDERNEATH the jacket stained, as well. Or how I managed to get coffee on the BACK of the jacket collar.
Right.

~Bullet Hole Bacus~