The 80's Called. They Want Their Hair Back.

Yes, I did the unthinkable. I permed my hair. But the more important question is how many hair stylists does it take to perm one's hair?

I had a body wave put in my hair about a year ago and I really loved it so I was ready to graduate to a real perm this time. Unfortunately I had to plead my case to my hair stylist and give her moral support. Seriously the girl thought she was going to make my hair fall out.

I know you must wonder why I would stay with a stylist who wouldn't do want I wanted. The first answer is that I am loyal to my peeps and secondly because she knows my hair. I have baby fine hair and a lot of stylists don't know how to deal with it so they pretend and then I end up with no so great looking hair.

Although Lissette has a ton of experience, knowledge and uses bomb diggity products, this didn't seem to give her the boost of confidence she needed. That probably is also due to the fact that she hasn't permed someone's hair since beauty school which was like eons ago.

See, last time when I got the body wave she, ever so slyly, pawned me off to another stylist. Well, this time around she wasn't as lucky. She started with the first row of curlers with help/instruction/moral support from another stylist in the salon. Just when I thought she was about to give up and throw in the towel, another stylist came in and saved the day by wrapping the rest of my hair in curlers. Yes, it took not one, not two, but three stylists to perm my hair.

Apparently perming is not something ladies, or gents (you never know), request that often since none of the three had done perms since beauty school. I'm just glad that it all worked out and I got me my Jheri Curl back.

So in conclusion, if you find that your hair stylists is a wee timid about perming, don't fret. They probably haven't done it since beauty school. And stylists, brush up on those skillz. The perm is making a come back, one head at a time or just one head, period.

The end result. (Just kidding)

The Big Tree

Home Sweet Home - October 2005

Our house is turning six years old this October. It doesn't feel like it has been that long but at lot has changed in this time. Just like us, our little home had a meager beginning. Basic was the name of the game. Builder carpeting, flat interior paint, and a hodge podge of furniture. We had big dreams and a small bank account. Not much has changed in that department but over the years we were able to change and upgrade our abode, a little at a time. When one project ends, another begins. It isn't hard to see how you could lose track of the time and not stop to smell the roses notice your big tree.

June 2010

Our mailbox is located down the street from our house so I normally drive down there on the way home to pick up the mail. The other week I decided to take a walk. On the way back on noticed this gargantuan of a tree.

When the heck did this happen? Have you stopped to smell your roses lately?

Oh Baby!

This is going to be the year of the Baby Showers- mine NOT included. A bunch of my friends are pregnant and although kids are nice and dandy, Chad and I aren't there yet. I feel enough pressure from my soon approaching 30th and the general feeling of Getting Older. This doesn't stop the people from asking when we will be popping out any kiddos though. I think it encourages them ... including my Grandmother.


Gerorgiana, Georgie, Memere, Meme, The Meems. She is a 95 year young woman who is the matriarch of my Mother's side of the family. Meme is probably one of the nicest people you will ever meet. She even has a nice way of telling people where to shove it. "That's a nice."

Being a wise old woman with no filter, she asked me recently when I called her to say hello, "Are you calling to tell me your pregnant?" I replied, "No Meme, I'm not pregnant. Chad and I aren't ready to have kids yet." The spit fire says in French Canadian accent, "Well, why not? What are you waiting for? You aren't getting any younger. You know, I was 26 when I got married and that was old in those days. When are you going to give me some great-grand kids? I want more great-grand children."

Thank you Meme for putting it all in perspective. I'm surprised she didn't tell me "That's a nice".

Turning 30 Kicking and Screaming

I've never had a problem with getting older but the next big mile marker is coming up in less than 6 months and I am not a happy camper. I think I will just start the tradition of celebrating my annual 29th birthday instead.

I don't need any more reminders that I will no longer be "in my 20's". I'm thankful I still have my youthful looks with no wrinkles but my body aches sometimes, I'm much slower at getting out of bed in the morning, I don't handle hangovers like I use to and ... I found something that looked like an age spot on my foot. I got that bitch removed.