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Sunday, May 11th, 2008
File this under things I should've learned by now...
I really do think my life is a sitcom sometimes. Really, I work in a school, which makes for prime lol material considering the clientèle I cater to; I have the geek of a husband to my hottie self (consider him Jim Belushi or Kevin James) **side note: this one is going to catch me some flack from my husband**; I've got the two crazy puppies and the mother-in-law who desperately wants grandkids; and I sometimes make silly choices...
Case in point: Yesterday Mr. Shoo tells me I'm going bald up in the front of my head. (He insisted later after chaos ensued that he was 100% joking; however, I didn't know that at the time). So, later, as I was looking in the mirror analyzing my hair (or lack of), I noticed I was looking a bit Cousin It-ish. I thought What the hey? Cover up the bald spot and fix my bangs... Yes, you guessed it, humzoo-ers, I decided to cut my own bangs.
Yes, I'm an idiot. But my Self magazine had a little guide in it on trimming bangs, and I figured it couldn't be that difficult. As you can tell, it was.
I first called BJ Salon and told them I'd jacked up my bangs and asked if they could fit me in. This was a long shot, as it's Prom weekend and most places are booked. Apparently the woman heard the note of desperation in my voice and took pity on me. She told me to get in asap. So, I pinned my mess of bangs back and rushed in.
When pulled back in a barrette, my hair didn't look too bad, but it seemed as if the moment the girl pulled out the barrette, I had five BJ's girls standing around me staring and asking what I did. All I could tell them without crying was, "I'm an idiot," so I repeated that over and over. I was told there was nothing that could be done with them.
In the car I called my mom and begged her to come over and at least attempt to even them out. She came over, laughed at me, reminded me of the time I tried to cut my hair when I was four and took a large chunk out of my bangs right before a family picture, then she trimmed my bangs.
They look much better as you can tell from the pictures. I'm still not sure how I feel about the hair, but at least they're even.
This is my I don't know about this hair face.
File this under things I should've learned by now...
I really do think my life is a sitcom sometimes. Really, I work in a school, which makes for prime lol material considering the clientèle I cater to; I have the geek of a husband to my hottie self (consider him Jim Belushi or Kevin James) **side note: this one is going to catch me some flack from my husband**; I've got the two crazy puppies and the mother-in-law who desperately wants grandkids; and I sometimes make silly choices...
Case in point: Yesterday Mr. Shoo tells me I'm going bald up in the front of my head. (He insisted later after chaos ensued that he was 100% joking; however, I didn't know that at the time). So, later, as I was looking in the mirror analyzing my hair (or lack of), I noticed I was looking a bit Cousin It-ish. I thought What the hey? Cover up the bald spot and fix my bangs... Yes, you guessed it, humzoo-ers, I decided to cut my own bangs.
Yes, I'm an idiot. But my Self magazine had a little guide in it on trimming bangs, and I figured it couldn't be that difficult. As you can tell, it was.
I first called BJ Salon and told them I'd jacked up my bangs and asked if they could fit me in. This was a long shot, as it's Prom weekend and most places are booked. Apparently the woman heard the note of desperation in my voice and took pity on me. She told me to get in asap. So, I pinned my mess of bangs back and rushed in.
When pulled back in a barrette, my hair didn't look too bad, but it seemed as if the moment the girl pulled out the barrette, I had five BJ's girls standing around me staring and asking what I did. All I could tell them without crying was, "I'm an idiot," so I repeated that over and over. I was told there was nothing that could be done with them.
In the car I called my mom and begged her to come over and at least attempt to even them out. She came over, laughed at me, reminded me of the time I tried to cut my hair when I was four and took a large chunk out of my bangs right before a family picture, then she trimmed my bangs.
They look much better as you can tell from the pictures. I'm still not sure how I feel about the hair, but at least they're even.
This is my I don't know about this hair face.
WTF!!?!?