Brothers Marking Their Own Achievements

This month marks two full years I've been cutting my own hair. It's quite the achievement. Kind of like graduating with an MBA while working full time. OK, not so much. Congrats Dan on your MBA from Carlson School of Management, we're all proud of you. We can't wait to see where the second half of your career takes you. Skies the limit bro! Don't hesitate to ask if you need any graphic design for any future projects.

Back to the haircuts because that's more important, er something like that. It all started by a combination of factors: I'm cheap, I hate paying for bad haircuts and the waiting rooms at Fantastic Sams, Cost Cutters and Great Clips are just plain dirty nasty. That, and I always got that rather large lady whose fat rolls rested on my arm when she was working her way around the chair. Mmm...fat rolls resting on my arm. Neat.

Here's how my haircuts usually went for $17:
"Oh, I'm sorry sir. Did you say you wanted it a No. 2 half way up?"
"Yes, in fact I told you twice!"
"Sorry. The good news is hair grows back quickly."
"Thanks for the military cut but I'm not enlisting this week."
"Funny. My cousins in the military and he loves my haircuts."

Then I walk out wondering why I just tipped the fatty for a crappy haircut.

After one particularly terrible Not So Great Clips cut and experience, I decided to give it a shot trimming my own hair. 735 days later and I've been cutting it ever since. I'm not the greatest at it, but I'm not that bad either. Hopefully Tracy hasn't been biting her lip every time I ask her how it looks. Worst part is clean up, best part is I have nobody to blame but myself if my haircut sucks. I used to get my hair cut every three weeks. At $17 a pop with tip and roughly 17 haircuts a year, I figure I've saved $575 doing it myself. Now, if only I could start brewing my own beer. I bet I'd save $2,000 a year doing that!