My First Barbershop Experience

Today was another day of firsts for me as I went to the barbershop for the first time ever as an adult.  I know you're probably surprised by that statement, considering my age, but my mom always cut my hair for me, so I never complained, since it was free, and I never found her style bad.  Recently though, she told me I had to go to the barbershop, so I did what she told me to do.  I was hesitant at first, but after going, I realized it wasn't so bad.

The barbershop I went to was a small place in my neighborhood.  I went really early in the morning, so I was basically the only person there beside one guy who was finishing up.  Once he left, it was my turn to get my haircut.  They cut on a number system with 3 being the lowest number and 1 being the highest.  The lower the number, the more amount of hair you want off.  Since I didn't want to be bald, but was unsure, I picked 1 and a half, which was what my friends usually got.  They cut off more than I expected, with people being able to see my scalp a bit, but I still like it.  My scalp gets some much needed exposure, and I won't need a haircut for awhile, which is the goal of a haircut.

So all in all, a good experience at the barbershop.  Nothing will ever replace my mom's work, but it was time to start anew, even if it cost $14.  And since I found the first experience so enjoyable, soon it will become routine.

Yard Sale To Remember

I meant to go online yesterday, but got held up by an important event, which was a yard sale my family was having.  Since this was the first yard sale I was ever going to be a part of, I was ecstatic, but once the event was over, I wished I hadn't been involved.  Here's what happened...

• Everything was so disorganized because we had so much stuff.  There were some things I knew we  would sell like electronics, but other stuff we had like VHS tapes were failures I could see coming a mile away. 
• Getting business was difficult because the signs my dad made were terrible.  He wrote them all by hand with handwriting that was too small from far away.  In his defense though, barely any people were in my neighborhood yesterday; it was just a slow day.
• Setting up for the yard sale was much more difficult than I expected.  I thought it would be easy like I'd seen at other people's yard sales or on TV, but it was the complete opposite.  I had to label everything, carry tons of boxes and tables, and communicate with the few people who came, which was mostly pleasant, but not easy to do.
• We were outside from 9-4 basically and made less than $100.  I could say the real amount, but I'm embarrassed.  Although, I do find that hilarious.
• My contribution to the yard sale was DVDs.  No one bought any of my stuff, but a couple almost bought my first season of Futurama.
• Lastly, even though the day was terrible, there were some positives.  I realized I never want to be part of a yard sale again.  My family made some money (albeit not much), and I got to spend some time with my dad.