The last time I blogged more than once in one day, i was fasting. This time, i just have to write what happened to me, because it's scary and I'm flustered.

I ran errands on my lunch break. Stop one: Post office, to mail my hair to Locks of Love. As I crossed the street, I had a vision of getting hit by a car. But I have a morbid mind, so I shrugged it off.

Stop two: Bank to deposit checks. Stop three: Bite Me for a sandwich.

On the way from the bank to the cafe, I was crossing Chester Ave. when, just as I was about to step in front of a stopped car, that car got rear-ended and lurched toward me in the crosswalk! I had to jump back to not get hit!

Thoughts raced through my mind. Just another step further and I'd have been knocked down. If the lady had hit the guy harder, he could have hit me. If the guy let off on the brake, or accidentally hit the gas pedal, he could have run me over.

I might have been blogging from my grave.

Thankfully, I'm alive and back safely at work. Yikes!

Well, I did it. I got my hair chopped off. Thank you Jennifer Carder at Allure on 17th Street for a mah-valeous 'do! I love it!

Here are the "after" photos -- what a difference!

My 14" ponytail is in a bag in my purse, waiting for me to mail if off to Locks of Love, so someone who needs it can have a wig.

I feel so free! And summery! Yeah!

I've lived in a lot of places in California: San Diego, Sacramento, Redding, San Ramon and Berkeley. Each of those towns are more beautiful than Bakersfield, I will say. Blue sky, lots of trees, and lots of nature all around.

But even though Bakersfield could use a makeover, there are reasons I love living here. I thought about this yesterday as I left the downtown DMV. I've never had good luck in a DMV. The employees always seem to be in a bad mood. The wait puts me in an equal bad mood. But Bakersfield's DMV was the nicest experience I've ever had. The wait was about 10 minutes, and the number call system was very organized and speedy. The icing on the cake was that I actually knew the guy who took my photo for my new license. Now, where else can you go to a DMV and actually know someone working there? He was all smiles, and so was I. I love Bakersfield's small-town appeal.

Other reasons I love Bakersfield: I never have a problem finding parking. I could afford to buy my first home. The weather is usually agreeable. There is NO traffic (although some will disagree, I KNOW what real traffic is.) It's a short day trip to get out into nature. It's still California!

Last Saturday, I was helping to host my significant other's 30th birthday party when suddenly the revelers turned on ME! This wasn't MY roast ...

But there they were, picking through my hair, searching for a gray hair.

Now I'm nearly 31. I have light brown-dirty blonde hair and I have ALWAYS prided myself on the fact that I have no gray hairs. I'm young at heart, and in looks.

So when someone called out, "Found one!" I nearly died. Good thing I was wearing sunglasses because my eyes teared up. She plucked out the white hair and handed it to me. I screamed.

Then there was another, and another and another. Four gray hairs all together, they found. I was in shock.

I have always said to myself that once I find a gray hair, I am cutting my hair off and dying it. I have been toying with the idea of cutting my hair lately anyway because it is just too long and annoying. I have 14" to lose, more than the 10" requirement to donate to Locks of Love. So I'm going to do it. In a few days, I will have a blonde bob. And I will be cute, and look younger than the 31 years I am about to turn.