Did I discuss my aversion to having my picture taken? Oh, yes, I did.
Well, if you have read any of my recent posts you will realize that I no longer look the same as I did last week. This is not good for a new passport. And, I just had my passport pictures taken, though not turned in.
My new look is also not good for a passport photo. Me, in all my bing cherriness, (the look hopefully) will not be around for too long, I hope. Love the cut, actually its growing on me.
My coworkers were all OMG, you look awesome, fabulous, didn't realize it was you, maybe with a few washings it will fade, you are so European looking, not many women can pull that color or look off, you know I have always loved red heads, I am speechless, if you trim it a little in the front, you have an aura in the sunlight, I love how your hair shimmers in the light. Nuff said.
Right now, all I can visualize is Pooh, standing in the middle of the 7 Acre Wood, with one arm across his body and the other tapping his head thinking. And thinking and thinking. The big think. Thunk?
Will they let me have my picture taken with a cartoon embellished She who, paper bag over my head?
Tuesday, April 8, 2008
Sunday, April 6, 2008
Just Call Me "Red"
My three hour "pampering session" turned into, yet another, She who induced nightmare.
I showed up early for my appointment and started looking through books and saw several styles that I thought I might like. I figured I "might" need to cut my hair.
I was called right on time.
The gal asked what she could do for me. At that point, I let my hair down, from the bun it was in, and the poor girl gasped. The look on her face isn't one I hope to ever see again when someone is looking at me.
She quickly regained her composure and asked how I wanted to proceed. Highlights, lowlights, shaved head?
I explained what I had done and what I would like to do. Tone down the Bozo aspect and get rid of the purple/burgundy. She quickly grabbed several stylists, who all gathered around to check out my "outrageous infraction by using a box color." They touched the hair to determine the texture and condition. They consulted. I sat there feeling like a lab rat under the microscope, while they consulted on the best course of action.
It was determined that a brown tone with lots of green would take out the red and bring out a more ashy brown.
The gal slathered the hair with the evil smelling stuff and then excused herself to go make more. She finished slathering the extra stuff on the head and told me we were going to need to leave it on for a full 35 minutes.
40 minutes later we go to the wash bowl. The rinsing and head massage felt good. The silence was deafening. She puts a towel on my head and we go back to her station. The towel is removed and the silence gets even more deafening. The Bozo red is slightly toned down, but the purple was still there.
The other stylists regathered and plotted another course of action. Pull out all the color. Redeposit color. Come in every week, for the next two months, for deep conditioning and hope for the best.
I enter the conversation and said can we cut it? It took a little while for them to understand what I was saying. I finally said that I wasn't married to the long hair. I had short hair most of my life. Did I have enough of the toned down Bozo to have a decent cut without being totally bald?
Yes.
In the end I spent four hours getting a "total pampering experience", have a new BFF, who is probably terrified to ever see me again and I got a decent cut.
Totally not me, but very up-to-date. I'll learn to like it, maybe.
When Spousal Unit gets home, he can just call me "Red" and I'll call him "Sparky."
PS. The gal had the decency not to charge for the color, only the cut. I had the decency to tip her greatly for her effort.
I showed up early for my appointment and started looking through books and saw several styles that I thought I might like. I figured I "might" need to cut my hair.
I was called right on time.
The gal asked what she could do for me. At that point, I let my hair down, from the bun it was in, and the poor girl gasped. The look on her face isn't one I hope to ever see again when someone is looking at me.
She quickly regained her composure and asked how I wanted to proceed. Highlights, lowlights, shaved head?
I explained what I had done and what I would like to do. Tone down the Bozo aspect and get rid of the purple/burgundy. She quickly grabbed several stylists, who all gathered around to check out my "outrageous infraction by using a box color." They touched the hair to determine the texture and condition. They consulted. I sat there feeling like a lab rat under the microscope, while they consulted on the best course of action.
It was determined that a brown tone with lots of green would take out the red and bring out a more ashy brown.
The gal slathered the hair with the evil smelling stuff and then excused herself to go make more. She finished slathering the extra stuff on the head and told me we were going to need to leave it on for a full 35 minutes.
40 minutes later we go to the wash bowl. The rinsing and head massage felt good. The silence was deafening. She puts a towel on my head and we go back to her station. The towel is removed and the silence gets even more deafening. The Bozo red is slightly toned down, but the purple was still there.
The other stylists regathered and plotted another course of action. Pull out all the color. Redeposit color. Come in every week, for the next two months, for deep conditioning and hope for the best.
I enter the conversation and said can we cut it? It took a little while for them to understand what I was saying. I finally said that I wasn't married to the long hair. I had short hair most of my life. Did I have enough of the toned down Bozo to have a decent cut without being totally bald?
Yes.
In the end I spent four hours getting a "total pampering experience", have a new BFF, who is probably terrified to ever see me again and I got a decent cut.
Totally not me, but very up-to-date. I'll learn to like it, maybe.
When Spousal Unit gets home, he can just call me "Red" and I'll call him "Sparky."
PS. The gal had the decency not to charge for the color, only the cut. I had the decency to tip her greatly for her effort.
Saturday, April 5, 2008
These Things Never Happen When He Is Home
Well.... Where do I start?
The Dreaded Basement Revisited:
The Cuz and I really got a major handle on the Dreaded Basement today.
The main room has been sorted by Keep and Take, Keep and Store, Freecycle, and Trash.
I have two more rooms that need to be sorted, but one is really only empty boxes that the STUFF came in and the STUFF will go back into. The other room is mainly Spousal Unit's Man's Land. He has work benches and all his tools. I have a couple of shelves of STUFF that I know will be Freecycled.
Bozo Came to Visit:
Vanity, thy name is Woman. I had a lot of grey and figured that I would color my grey. Cuz wanted to do her hair also so we had a girl bonding evening after dinner last night. We colored our hair.
I called around this morning to several beauty salons. I feel the need to visit one, now. No one could take me today and I can't go out in public.
Please see the Cuz's comments from last night. I did indeed use an expletive or two. It ain't pretty. I am two-toned. On the box it said Auburn Brown. My Mother was a fire engine red head. Most of my life I have had red highlights. I don't mind red. Not really. Until now.
What I do mind, is that I also now have a dual personality on my head. Bozo the clown on the scalp for about two inches out and burgundy wine everywhere else.
I have an appointment for tomorrow afternoon.
The person on the other end of the phone said to expect at least a three hour "pampering session." I also anticipate that I will need to cut my hair short again. It is now in the middle of my back when wet and it shrinks up about 3-4" when dry. Did I ever mention that I have naturally curly hair? I couldn't get a wide toothed comb through it today even with major conditioner in it.
As much as I love him, I have determined that this is all Spousal Unit's fault. He is out of town visiting his parents and these things never happen when he is home.
The Dreaded Basement Revisited:
The Cuz and I really got a major handle on the Dreaded Basement today.
The main room has been sorted by Keep and Take, Keep and Store, Freecycle, and Trash.
I have two more rooms that need to be sorted, but one is really only empty boxes that the STUFF came in and the STUFF will go back into. The other room is mainly Spousal Unit's Man's Land. He has work benches and all his tools. I have a couple of shelves of STUFF that I know will be Freecycled.
Bozo Came to Visit:
Vanity, thy name is Woman. I had a lot of grey and figured that I would color my grey. Cuz wanted to do her hair also so we had a girl bonding evening after dinner last night. We colored our hair.
I called around this morning to several beauty salons. I feel the need to visit one, now. No one could take me today and I can't go out in public.
Please see the Cuz's comments from last night. I did indeed use an expletive or two. It ain't pretty. I am two-toned. On the box it said Auburn Brown. My Mother was a fire engine red head. Most of my life I have had red highlights. I don't mind red. Not really. Until now.
What I do mind, is that I also now have a dual personality on my head. Bozo the clown on the scalp for about two inches out and burgundy wine everywhere else.
I have an appointment for tomorrow afternoon.
The person on the other end of the phone said to expect at least a three hour "pampering session." I also anticipate that I will need to cut my hair short again. It is now in the middle of my back when wet and it shrinks up about 3-4" when dry. Did I ever mention that I have naturally curly hair? I couldn't get a wide toothed comb through it today even with major conditioner in it.
As much as I love him, I have determined that this is all Spousal Unit's fault. He is out of town visiting his parents and these things never happen when he is home.
Friday, April 4, 2008
She Who is changed!
This is the Cuz.
She Who is hiding in the bathroom, and been there a while with some words rising above the normal grumbling. I don't think those kinds of words are very appropriate for the blog but your imagination can certainly lead you in the right direction.
Well, She Who is kind of, ahh, just a tad red. It was to be auburn, a nice auburn brown. I'll be hearing it all night I'm sure. I suggested she go with some red highlights. Tomorrow we're going to the professionals for some doctoring up.
She's giving me the "eyes", OMG, I'll never be invited back again.
She Who is hiding in the bathroom, and been there a while with some words rising above the normal grumbling. I don't think those kinds of words are very appropriate for the blog but your imagination can certainly lead you in the right direction.
Well, She Who is kind of, ahh, just a tad red. It was to be auburn, a nice auburn brown. I'll be hearing it all night I'm sure. I suggested she go with some red highlights. Tomorrow we're going to the professionals for some doctoring up.
She's giving me the "eyes", OMG, I'll never be invited back again.
The "Cuz" Got Here
I picked up Cousin Kathy at the airport yesterday morning.
I took three days off work for her visit and she is staying until late Sunday morning.
Cuz wanted to bring a special bottle of wine with her that she really likes. She is not, a recently seasoned traveler, and didn't realize that liquids in hand-carried bags are limited. I told her to pack the wine in her suitcase and check the luggage. She did.
We did a little clearing out of STUFF, after a little shopping for portable clothes hanger upper garment racks. Got the clothes out of the dining room and living room. More organized for giving away. We also both bought secret stuff.
We visited last night and all had a little Special Juice to enjoy the moment. Spousal Unit was home also, so we all got to visit and get caught up and had a nice dinner. I thought pork steaks would be a treat for her, since it is a local speciality not found in other parts of the country. They were a hit.
Today we stayed on the main floors and did more clean outs. The progress is amazing. I may have to keep her.
Spousal Unit left this morning to visit his parents prior to his final leaving. I got several goodbye kisses. I think he needed the extra kisses for luck. One of his parents is great with the move and the other is starting to put up emotional roadblocks.
Anyway Cuz and I are putting together a dinner of Five cheese fondue, tossed mixed salad, Boiled Cajun shrimp and Special Juice.
I really need the Special Juice right now. The secret stuff is...we're dying our hair tonight. Let's just keep this our little secret. Girl stuff. You know what I mean.
I took three days off work for her visit and she is staying until late Sunday morning.
Cuz wanted to bring a special bottle of wine with her that she really likes. She is not, a recently seasoned traveler, and didn't realize that liquids in hand-carried bags are limited. I told her to pack the wine in her suitcase and check the luggage. She did.
We did a little clearing out of STUFF, after a little shopping for portable clothes hanger upper garment racks. Got the clothes out of the dining room and living room. More organized for giving away. We also both bought secret stuff.
We visited last night and all had a little Special Juice to enjoy the moment. Spousal Unit was home also, so we all got to visit and get caught up and had a nice dinner. I thought pork steaks would be a treat for her, since it is a local speciality not found in other parts of the country. They were a hit.
Today we stayed on the main floors and did more clean outs. The progress is amazing. I may have to keep her.
Spousal Unit left this morning to visit his parents prior to his final leaving. I got several goodbye kisses. I think he needed the extra kisses for luck. One of his parents is great with the move and the other is starting to put up emotional roadblocks.
Anyway Cuz and I are putting together a dinner of Five cheese fondue, tossed mixed salad, Boiled Cajun shrimp and Special Juice.
I really need the Special Juice right now. The secret stuff is...we're dying our hair tonight. Let's just keep this our little secret. Girl stuff. You know what I mean.
Wednesday, April 2, 2008
Traveling Tales
Meg is going on vacation to Hawaii. She won the traveling Starbucks thong. I wanted to win the thong at one point. Now, I do not. Please visit Meg's site http://www.megs411nosmoke.blogspot.com/ and post your traveling tale. Here is mine. Keep that thong moving.
I was 7 months pregnant and wanted to join my Spousal Unit in Europe. I had a 20 month old toddler and a dog that I needed to drug to travel. My Father dropped me off at the airport with the toddler, drugged dog, and all the worldly possessions that were recommended not to ship. Lots of stuff along with a car seat.
Dad was a salesman and traveled, so he was just doing as drive-by, as he dropped us off.
Enter the thunderstorms. All flights were cancelled out of Philly. Other passengers were offered alternative flights to their destinations later in the evening. I was told that I couldn’t take the one flight offered through London, because of the dog. (England has a mandatory 6 month quarantine).
When I went back to the counter to inquire about my flight status, I was told that they were not a 24-hour airline, that I had refused a different option, (Not true, because of the dog, it wasn’t offered) and needed to get out of the airport. Everyone else on the flight was able to make other flights or hotel arrangements, ala, the airlines.
Toddler and I were stranded.
Drugged dog was waking up.
The counter agent then recommended that I spend the night at the Salvation Army room in the basement. I went and checked it out, and it was not a pretty sight. Not in any way, shape, or form. Think, many drunken bums getting off the street for the night.
No way would I take my baby in there, or even a semi-drugged dog.
At my wit’s end, I called home.
Father was back home and said he would come for me.
An hour and a half later, Dad loaded us up, and took us home.
We got to do the airport thing again, 5 hours later.
This time we made it to NY and we were given preferential treatment to board the plane because of the toddler. Of course, the plane was overbooked because of the storms and a dude came up and said that I was in his seat. I showed him my ticket and just protruded my very pregnant belly. The flight attendant checked them both out (belly and tickets) and found the dude alternative seating.
I kept my seat, toddler kept his seat, and the drugged dog survived.
TWA went out of business. Yeah, I won.
I was 7 months pregnant and wanted to join my Spousal Unit in Europe. I had a 20 month old toddler and a dog that I needed to drug to travel. My Father dropped me off at the airport with the toddler, drugged dog, and all the worldly possessions that were recommended not to ship. Lots of stuff along with a car seat.
Dad was a salesman and traveled, so he was just doing as drive-by, as he dropped us off.
Enter the thunderstorms. All flights were cancelled out of Philly. Other passengers were offered alternative flights to their destinations later in the evening. I was told that I couldn’t take the one flight offered through London, because of the dog. (England has a mandatory 6 month quarantine).
When I went back to the counter to inquire about my flight status, I was told that they were not a 24-hour airline, that I had refused a different option, (Not true, because of the dog, it wasn’t offered) and needed to get out of the airport. Everyone else on the flight was able to make other flights or hotel arrangements, ala, the airlines.
Toddler and I were stranded.
Drugged dog was waking up.
The counter agent then recommended that I spend the night at the Salvation Army room in the basement. I went and checked it out, and it was not a pretty sight. Not in any way, shape, or form. Think, many drunken bums getting off the street for the night.
No way would I take my baby in there, or even a semi-drugged dog.
At my wit’s end, I called home.
Father was back home and said he would come for me.
An hour and a half later, Dad loaded us up, and took us home.
We got to do the airport thing again, 5 hours later.
This time we made it to NY and we were given preferential treatment to board the plane because of the toddler. Of course, the plane was overbooked because of the storms and a dude came up and said that I was in his seat. I showed him my ticket and just protruded my very pregnant belly. The flight attendant checked them both out (belly and tickets) and found the dude alternative seating.
I kept my seat, toddler kept his seat, and the drugged dog survived.
TWA went out of business. Yeah, I won.
Tuesday, April 1, 2008
In All My Rose Colored Glasses Glory
I just reconnected with a friend from High School. Yeah, High School for me was, back in the Ice Ages. Anyway, I sent a message Saturday night through Classmate.com to one of my Gal Pals, and she answered me back. This is totally Awesome... remember, one of my "favoritested" words.
She talked to me, and I got to talk to her, and it is great. We lost touch with each other after the Ice Ages ended, and just got on with life, as one tends to do. I am at an age now where I reminisce a little, about people I cared about, way back then, and wanted to reconnect.
We, my class, and several others are scheduling a Mega Class Reunion for all those 70's folks and I originally was going to attend, in all my rose colored glasses glory. Because of the move, I am now not able to see all those crazy people, probably now, solid respectable citizens, and be able to Hint, Hint, tweak them.
Pity.
She talked to me, and I got to talk to her, and it is great. We lost touch with each other after the Ice Ages ended, and just got on with life, as one tends to do. I am at an age now where I reminisce a little, about people I cared about, way back then, and wanted to reconnect.
We, my class, and several others are scheduling a Mega Class Reunion for all those 70's folks and I originally was going to attend, in all my rose colored glasses glory. Because of the move, I am now not able to see all those crazy people, probably now, solid respectable citizens, and be able to Hint, Hint, tweak them.
Pity.
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