Much ado about hair
I have become preoccupied recently with the notion of going back to my natural hair color. Actually, that’s a lie. I want to go dark and have some fun, kicky, caramel-y high (or is it low?) lights and attempt to avoid my natural hair color altogether… which would be a very boring brown.
I kept tossing around the idea, my roots kept getting longer, I kept trying to get into see my regular hair guy, to no avail. I was thrown into this downward spiral of depression that my hair looks like shit so therefore, I look like shit…
Isn’t that funny how much women tie up into those things? Pedicures, hair getting done, buying a great new outfit (on sale!) that you can’t wait to wear and feel cute in.
That’s one thing I love about the boyfriend: R gets that about women. I think it’s because he has sisters. I don’t think a man can have sisters and escape this all-important life lesson of female behavior.
There would be plenty of times when I’d be running mentally low, working a lot, stressed about the kid, thinking I’m taking care of myself but not REALLY doing so, and R would say, “Go get a pedicure.”
And I’d look at him sideways and get all huffy, “What the hell is a pedicure going to do? And besides that, I don’t want to spend the money.”
R would hand me the money while gently shooing (shoving) me towards the door and say, “Go get a pedicure, NOW.”
I know part of it is he wanted to get me the hell out of the house, gain some peace and quiet away from my crazy ass, but mostly he KNEW it would make me feel better.
I would come home and show him my freshly painted toes, stare at my freshly painted toes, take pictures of my freshly painted toes and post them on Flickr so I could show all my contacts my lovely freshly painted toes. And I’d feel better.
That’s a (as in singular, as in there’s more) hard part with R gone. You get used to being taken care of. You get used to someone making you slow down a little and realize how long it’s been since you did something for you.
When I told R that I was ready to go dark, ready to get a completely new hairstyle and generally shake things up a bit he replied that he knew it was coming.
While I like to laugh it off and say - he doesn’t know jack! I have to admit maybe he doesn’t know a Jack but he sure knows a Me! That was completely cheesy, blame it on the ah-ah-ah-alcohol.
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Does anyone watch Split Ends? I’m addicted to this show like I get addicted to all of the reality shows I watch. It’s a sickness. I get all wrapped up in other people’s lives and start talking about them like I know them personally… (Oooooh, Tamra! YOU BITCH!) See? Sad.
Anyway, I fell in love with this guy from one of the most recent episodes of Split Ends. Like, LOVE. I became his fan on Facebook, requested his “friendship” on myspace and if the man ever discovers Twitter? I’M SO THERE. Follow THIS.
Throw together that he’s a) hot b) has a British accent and c) did hair like I want MY hair done and this was my most favorite episode yet. I did grow more and more irritated during that episode when he tried to teach the stylists in the Texas salon he was tossed in a thing or two… and they didn’t want to hear it!
I was waiting for Tabatha to show up and be like, “Listen up, you f**king b*tches!” Which would be totally freaky considering they’re on competing networks…
But really, how dumb of these broads to not want to improve their skills and learn from someone willing to teach them a thing or two. And he’s hot? Stop it.
Oooh that sounds like a New Year’s Resolution right there: Learn shit from people willing to teach me. Especially if they’re hot. Note to self…
All that to say, be ready for a new ‘do tomorrow. Because I sure am. Bryan! Here I come!
