Tuesday, March 22, 2011

Im suing Justin Beiber...


Found this picture in my stash.  Had to make fun of it, because thats the kind of sweet and loving woman I am.

Hey Justin, next time you steal my hubbys haircut, look at the print date on the back of the photo first!

see honey, you were way ahead of your time!!

Monday, March 21, 2011

Hello...is it me you're looking for??

Hello Blogger my old friend...Ive come to blog on you again while a vision softly creeping...(Simon and garfunkle)

. So much has gone on since my last blog.


Here in my Car, I feel safest of all
I can lock all my doors, it's the only way to live in Cars...(Gary Numan)

I got a new car. I love it.  Little kia spectra 5 speed.  zippy, cute and gets good gas mileage.
 "Tomorrow we can drive around this town, let the cops chase us around...hey jealousy, jealousy. Oh jealousy, jealousy" (Gin Blossoms)
CHARLES GOT A NEWER, BETTER CAR!!
His is a RED Kia OPTIMA!!  Its bigger.  Its shiny.(Its only an automatic though). IT HAS SATELLITE RADIO!!!  I am positively green. 
I am trying to finagle a way to get it. "ROXANNE, you dont have to put on the red light..."(The Police)
(Google it if you dont know what the song is about)


I Love my job. I love my clients. I am happy to go to work every day. As Ren and Stimpy would say Happy Happy Joy Joy. I have been making really good money, I am genuinely happy to see my coworkers and clients and I stay busy. Hair Restoration is so rewarding, you wont be able to ever get me back into a regular salon again.

In July I am going to to Washington State to visit my friend Lindsey. I will be going for my birthday. "Oh girls just wanna have fun, woah girls just wanna have fun ...they just wanna, they just wanna....(Cyndi Lauper)

"Hey there, Hi there, Ho there You're as welcome as can be..M-I-C-K-E-Y  M-O-U-S-E."    (disney)  We already have our dinner reservations made. We are going to 'Ohana, Biergarten,chef Mickeys character breakfast, BOMA and Le cellier steakhouse. I am so exited.  175 more days! Not that I am counting down...or have a chain...or already started filling my disney box with things we need like ponchos, bandaids, blister remedy, maps, books etc.  that would be... crazy...(Ok so onto another topic)
ehh thats all Ive got. I had this great idea to blog in song form, a parody type thing. And honestly it sounded better in my head than on paper...."All the things she said all the things she said running through my head running through my head running through my head" (Tatu)

I need to do a better job at staying up to date on my blog.

Monday, March 7, 2011

ooga, and perhaps a little booga

So I swore I wouldnt do it.  But I did.

When I was in High School I was very self conscious about my forehead. I have a wide, high forehead that I felt was just a blaring beacon of expanse on my face. It didnt help that I had an ex boyfriend that called it "box like".   It was devastating. So for the past 20 years I have had bangs because of this.

A few years ago I decided to grow out the Stacked bob that my beauty School classmates had convinced me to get. I grew out my bangs and hadnt really thought about my large "box like" forehead in quite a few years.
Last week I had a client who wanted me to make his hairline a tad lower because in his words" I have a high wide forehead like yours and I want to kind of disguise that".

All day after this comment I looked at myself in the mirror. All I could see was a huge "Awooooogah" siren blazing out over my eyebrows.  So I did what I swore I wouldnt do again. I pulled out the scissors and cut myself some bangs.

Yeah, here's the problem.  I have curly hair.  curly hair that follows no law of man or God or nature.  So in Theory the bangs were a good idea if I put product in them and flat iron them on a daily basis.  And not just a quick pass with an iron, I actually have to take my time and work with them to get them straight and smooth.
I KNEW this when i cut them. I KNEW the committment I was getting myself into.

I let my hair air dry after a shower.  Usually at night, go to bed and wake up with a mass of curly afro. I was able to pull it back into a cute barette or something.  Now I have these $%#@ bangs.  Imagine Inego Montoya(you killed my father prepare to die) and Napoleon Dynamite(GOSH) had a baby.  Thats my hair.
THATS MY HAIR!!! 
I could wake up, put on some green facial masque, tiptoe into my kids bedroom, get up close and OOGA BOOGA them into peeing their pants.

Stupid Hair.