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A definite up-don't

My litte brother got married on Saturday and I was one of the bridesmaids. I made myself a hair appointment, but last week the bride told me that her hair guy could do mine, too. Sounded like good future SIL bonding time, so I made the appointment with him.

I apologize for making generalizations, but when I walked in and saw that her hair dresser was a non-gay man in his 60′s, I should have known that things were not going to go so well.

I told the man that I would just like something sleek and smooth…to pull the front of it back, perhaps with some nice little twists or something. My hair is really short now, especially in the back, so I didn’t think he would/could even consider doing anything else… I should have just up and run out the door when he said, “You know, I think that hair updos are like puzzles. This is going to be a really tricky puzzle…lucky for you, I love puzzles!”


As he rambled on about how he used to know Johnny Cash and about the upcoming RV trip that he had planned, I just tried to zone out. I saw curling irons and rubber bands and millions of bobby pins flashing around and I had to keep my eyes closed to avoid the fog of hairspray. This was NOT looking good.

Suddenly, it was over and he was politely asking for his $55. He didn’t even show me what it looked like from the back. The front looked decent-ish, but was not at alllllll what I had in mind. But, we were racing the clock, the wedding was in 2 1/2 hours, and I just wanted to get out of there and back home to my babies so we could all head to the church.

I got home, went into my bathroom, and this is what I saw:

OK, not awful, but not at all what I had decribed that I wanted, either. I ventured further in so that I could see the back using my closet door mirror and……


Is that a donut? A waterspout???

I didn’t know whether I should laugh or cry….so I did both. What was I going to do? I was supposed to be at the church immediately to take pictures, but I just knew that I looked ridiculous. I tried to tell myself that this was not my day, I was not the bride, it would be selfish to worry about it….but on the other hand, I was mortified and just knew I’d feel like hiding behind my flowers if I went with that funky mess on my head. My husband thought I was nuts and just mumbled something about “looks like all the wedding hair that I’ve ever seen” and was just in a hurry to get out the door. (he was the videographer and needed to get set up) In a panic, I called Rebecca-Linh (who was the photographer!! ). She was already at the church and I asked her what to do. She said that no one was ready yet and to get my arse in the shower – stat!

I’ve never scrubbed so furiously and quickly before. Bobby pins were flying as I plunked Bailey down in her bouncy seat next the the tub. I felt like an absolute mad woman as I sang silly songs at the top of my lungs to keep her happy while I frantically tried to de-goop my poor abused head of hair.

I showered, dried, and fixed my hair in record time and actually made it to the church with time to spare. I am disappointed that I completely blew $65 (did I mention that I tipped $10? ) but at least I have a fun wedding story to tell.

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rebelinhAugust 24, 2008 - 2:42 am

i’m sitting here… totally giggling- to full blown laughing. it just doesn’t get old.
please. resend this photo to me randomly 25 years from now. i promise i will laugh (and even leave a frantic voicemail)

Oh for heaven’s sake…

So I’ve had my lovely, lovely MacBook since Christmas and just this minute discoverd the little gem called Photo Booth. I am sitting here all by myself, nursing my sleeping child and literally have tears rolling down my face…this is the most amusing thing I’ve done in ages. Hi-larious.  I can’t wait for Parker to wake up. We’re going to have a BALL with this!:lol::lol::lol:It all started innocently enough…

…but then I started scrolling through the “Effects”…


A little late to the game, I’m sure.  But goooood for a laugh.

OK, had to edit for some more…I’m DYING here!

Whoops!  Look who’s awake!

And heeeeeeere’s Parker!

And this might be my favorite…can’t you just hear the goat sounds?? 

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It happened to me!!

I have recently joined a gym, since Bailey is now 3 months old and able to go to the nursery. This morning, I took Parker and Bailey with me and dropped them off at the kid watch and went on work on my fitness.After about 45 minutes, they paged me and I knew that Bailey must be fussy. (they have been really great about paging me when she’s upset…then never let her get too worked up.) I’d had a decent workout, so decided to grab my bag from the locker room and just feed Bailey for a minute before we headed off to The Little Gym for Parker’s class.When I got to the kids’ room, Bailey was pretty upset and Parker was hard at work at the craft table, so I sat down with him and nursed Bailey to help calm her down. Almost immediately, the phone at the desk beeped and I could hear a lady through the intercom asking the child watch attendant to pick up .  I instantly knew what was about to happen.

Sure enough, the child watch gal hung up the phone and started walking towards me…and proceeded to tell me that I had to move into the bathroom if I want to breastfeed my child.  Oh no. She didn’t. But wait folks, it gets better. I am at an ALL WOMEN’s gym. In the NURSEry, for crying out loud!! I was totally floored. Since it was almost time to leave for Parker’s Little Gym class anyway, I just told the girl (only the messanger, really) that no thank you, it is ridiculous to feed my child in the toilet room and that we were leaving anyway. The obviously uncomfortable girl said, “um, I can move a chair in there for you to sit on.?” I just forced a smile, said no thank you, and got the heck out.

This is only the fourth or so time that I have been to this gym. The first couple times, I would pick Bailey up from the child watch and then take her back to the locker room/lounge area to nurse her on one of the super comfy lounge chairs. However, that same front desk lady stopped me earlier in the week and said that no children, of any age, are allowed in the locker rooms. Fine, I thought, I’ll just nurse her in the chid watch area. Certainly not as comfortable (no rocking chairs or anything) but I was happy to respect their rules.

Until now.

I am just so disappointed. I have been LOVING my new little chicks-only gym. All of the childcare workers are really sweet and friendly. I want to really gather my thoughts so that I can talk to this front desk lady when I go back on Monday. I just think it is beyond ridiculous. Sad, really.

Anywho, just call me a statistic. It is shocking to know that something so 100% natural is “forbidden” anywhere!

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