Channeling Carol Brady....grrrrr...

So for Mothers Day, I thought I would pamper myself a little. These days pampering is either a brand new outfit from Target (if I am feeling rich--Wal-Mart if we're broke), or a haircut. Since I just bought a new Easter outfit a couple weeks ago and Brent, of all people, pointed to my head the other day and said, "you have this really weird line that goes across your head", I knew I better choose the haircut--and touch up.

I HATE getting my hair cut. A few months ago I went to a new girl who cut hair out of her basement (red flag #1). She was super cheep (red flag #2) and said she had gone to a neighborhood hair cutting school that let her learn as she went so she felt like she was WAY ahead of those girls who have to go to school for 9 months before they start getting their "real" experience (red flag #3 WHY DID I NOT TURN AND RUN?). I told her I wanted to lighten things up for spring, you know, with a few highlights or something. I came out of that basement florescent green--with a few chunky orange streaks. *#!@*!! I really was too depressed to do anything about it and have just kinda let things just go from there--so you can see the need for some help as my dark brown roots have been approaching the 3 inch mark lately.

This morning I made an appointment at a nicer studio, crossing my fingers that I would have some better results. This girl seemed nice and things started out great. She really understood how much this last lady had fried my hair with bleach and an orange marker. She asked me what I wanted and I told her I liked my length, but wanted things "cleaned up a little" and I really didn't feel like I was a good blond...never should have left things that open ended. She went to work putting in some new highlights and dying the rest of my hair back to it's original brown. She even dyed my eyebrows for free! What a nice girl she was turning out to be! Once I was rinsed, I really liked the color and was feeling really confident that things were really going to turn out. Somehow, in all the excitement, I forgot to knock on wood.

Have you ever had an out of body experience? Something is happening and you have no control over it and the more you worry, the faster things go. I'm telling you, as soon as I sat back in her chair after being rinsed, she disappeared and Edward Scissorhands attacked my hair and did not stop for breath until I was a dead ringer for Carol Brady. I kept thinking--she knows whats she's doing...she said she would take care of me...WHY IS SHE STILL CUTTING? At one point I said, "Wow, that sure seems fun...you know to be snip, snippin away so fast...it's like a cartoon where there is just a whirlwind of cutting and then your done! It's got to feel kinda good to be able to do that and know what you are doing!" I seriously said that...kickin myelf.

I can't post a picture of this horrible mess just yet. I need a few days...

Happy freakin Mother's Day!