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Post 997 – Friday

Can I hear an Amen? Because yeah, it’s finally Friday. Man, it’s crazy how long a single week can feel. And that’s not even mentioning how long 10 minutes can feel, forget a full minute while you’re staring at a clock. Meh.

But it’s Friday and I have a full weekend planned. Hair. It’s about time to get rid of the blonde bangs. Not sure yet what I’m going to do, maybe tone it down a little since I don’t have anywhere to be until next October. I can start training my hair to like colors other than red and blonde. We’ll see though. Usually I don’t decide what I’m going to do with my mop until I’m sitting in the chair staring at myself. Of course that’s usually when I have these epiphanies about it. “How about…” and my stylist will either talk me off the ledge or say “I can do that”.

Other than that, I plan to write. Yup. I have a story that’s just about halfway finished and it needs to be finis before Thanksgiving so I’m going to work on that as soon as I find the time. It kind of helps that I’ve read through all the books I wanted to read in the last three weeks. Danica has been a reading machine lately which isn’t a good thing for the writing side of things, but I’ve finally hit a wall.

We’re only three posts away from the 1,000 Blog Post Giveaway Celebration. That’s just awesome. I hope y’all will stop by to visit and to enter to win the humongous prize I’ve gathered for y’all. Trust me, it’s huge. And be sure to tell your friends it’s happening next Wednesday, November 20!

For today’s Freaky on Friday song, I’m going with one that I love to sing along with. It’s another one of those songs that makes me want to hit the open road and just roam. So far everything I’ve heard from this band I’ve liked, so check it out and let me know what you think.

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Time For A Change

I have this thing about having the same hair styles. I hate it. I like change whether it’s cut or color. I’ve had the same cut for about two years now, but what makes it fun is that I change the color…well almost every single time I go in for a trim.

I’ve had to train my stylist. It’s taken nearly three years, but she no longer cringes when I ask her for something “different”. That’s my usual request when I sit in her chair. “I want something different this time.”

Well, this weekend was no different. I’ve had three-toned hair for months now. Black underneath with blonde, brown, and red streaks on the top. That’s how my hair looked for Nationals. It was obviously time for a change.

My stylist has this color she’s been dying to try on my hair (I did say I’ve been training her!) and this time we finally gave it a try. It came out a little brighter than I’d hoped for, but I do like it. Of course, I have to wonder if my boss will like it as much. So this morning, instead of fixing my hair the way I normally would after a trip to the salon, I put it up to cover some of that marvelous reddish pink color.

This is what it looks like:

The colors are wonderful, if a little bright for me. My sister-in-law and sister laughed when they saw it (we all got our hair done together) and wondered whether or not I was trying to fix my hair like Ruby’s.

What do you think?

Her hair is more auburn than pinkish red, although the cut is surprisingly similar. How weird is that? I swear, it wasn’t my intention to attempt to look like my cover model…although I wouldn’t mind having her physique! Maybe Ruby was on my mind a lot while sitting in that chair. Her book is coming out Wednesday and I feel decidedly ill. Oh, and I got the edits back for book 2, Succubus-in-Waiting on Friday. I have a lot to do, so I suppose it’s natural that she was on my mind.

How about you? Are you a hair rebel, or do you like to lay low? How often do you change your hair style?


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A Hot Mess

Oh, I do so hate to see the long weekend come to an end, but at least it gives me a chance to share another funny story. My family was at it again. No, I’m not talking about my uncle with the weird pie eating habits, and no, my brother didn’t fling potato salad at his godmother again. No, this time, my funny story happened before Thanksgiving and yet entertained us all.

I know I’ve mentioned my cousin before. The one who wants to be called Lynn because she doesn’t like her first name? Yeah, well every time I think of that, I’m remembered of Monty Python. You know the scene where King Arthur and his knights meet the enchanter?

Arthur: Who are you who can summon fire without flint or tender?
Tim: There are some who call me…Tim.

Anyway, Lynn likes her wild hair colors (she takes after me in that aspect). Except she’s also in high school which means she can’t go too far out-of-bounds otherwise she’ll be sent home for having “distracting” hair. Meh. She was off from school all last week, spending the time with her oldest sister, Jenny, who’s 28. Jenny, being the nice, supportive, anti-establishment older sister, helped Lynn to dye her hair. Not the whole thing, just part of it. You see, Lynn has colored her hair like I do. I have color streaks on top and black beneath. She went opposite with black on top and color at the bottom.

My mom was working that day. (At this point I should mention Mom used to be a hair stylist and has fixed many hair disasters in her lifetime even though she no longer practices.) So Mom was at work and she sees Jenny pull up. She gets out of the car. Not long after, Lynn emerges from the car wearing Christmas tree flannel pajamas, slippers, and a hoodie. She’s also sobbing her little heart out.

When they walk into the office, Jenny is cackling like the evil older sister she is (we raised her right), and Lynn is…well, a hot mess. Her hair is still black on the top, but beneath that layer of black, her hair is beyond bright hot pink. She’s snotting, sobbing, hysterical because she has to go to school the following week! Jenny, of course, is insensible because she’s about to pee her pants from laughing.

My mom finally got the story out of them while trying to calm Lynn down. It seems Jenny gave Lynn the exact color she wanted, but was worried their mother would kill both of them (the mom’s in this family put the fear of mother in us all). So to prevent their mother from killing them, Jenny decided they would tone down the color.

They headed over to a beauty supply store to look for dye. It was packed with stylists gearing up for the up-coming holiday. The area with the dye is in the back corner and that’s where my cousins headed. As Lynn looked over the color choices, she’s sobbing. Loudly. Heartbreakingly. So much so, that every stylist in the store gravitated towards her to help this poor child. Meanwhile, Jenny is still laughing. Why? Because now the stylists were giving her dirty looks like she was a horrible mother (did I mention there’s a 14 year difference between them?). This just set Jenny off even more and made Lynn cry harder because now she was actually getting sympathy.

Ah, gotta love those girls. Eventually, my mom had to send Lynn to the cosmetology school to have them fix the hair color because Lynn would not listen to her suggestions. I asked Mom why she didn’t take a picture of her hair, but she said she was worried Lynn might throw herself in traffic, or something like that. She did confess though, that after my cousins left the office, she was overcome with a fit of laughing she hadn’t had in years.

Yeah, she’s sick and Jenny is just like her, except without the little cushion of compassion Mom has. I saw Lynn yesterday and her hair is now a subdued burgundy color. I asked her if her hair problems were now solved and the look she gave me promised death.

Oh well, I never said I didn’t have a sick sense of humor as well.


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