Monday, December 21, 2009

Bad Luck Hair Day

So I've worn my hair long for most of my life. Little by little each year, I've cut it shorter than my norm. I won't lie. I miss my long, silky black hair. When I was younger, my hair was so shiny, silky and healthy that everyone thought my hair was blue. I guess you could have called it "blue black". But, as I've grown more mature, well, let's just say that my hair is just not what it used to be.

I've been trying out new styles for the past couple of years. My hair is still its natural color (black), but I do have to color the gray every four to six weeks. I've heard as you get older, you should go lighter with hair color. So, I decided if I was going to go lighter, I wasn't messing around. I only wanted a salon that specialized in color. I'm glad I didn't ask how much it would cost beforehand, because I probably would have backed out.

Anyway, 4 hours and $225 bucks later, I had this fabulous hair cut and beautiful, new caramel highlights. I watched my stylist style my hair. It looked easy enough. When I came home, my family loved my new look, but made comments like, "Well, I'm sure it'll never look this way again." or "You'll never make it look this good yourself." Well, I was determined. I memorized how she took a round brush to my bangs. I didn't even own a round brush, but rushed out to get one. There were so many to choose from. I finally decided on a small, metal one. After the necessary 2 days, I could finally wash my hair. My family was going to be so proud of me when I presented my new do all by myself! I took the round brush and wrapped my bangs in it. I let them sit for a few minutes and then decided it was long enough so I began to take the brush out. It wasn't budging. I tried again. Nothing. After 10 minutes, I called for Kendra. There was no way I was going to let George see me like this. When she came into my bathroom, she laughed at me and said, "What did you do?!" I told her to shut up and google how to get a metal brush out of your hair. She ran away laughing and came back with a fork.

Downstairs, George and Kolby could hear me crying from the bathroom. The next thing I knew, my entire family was gathered around to see what Mommy had down to herself and laughed at my misfortune. George took the fork from Kendra, got the vaseline and conditioner out and went to work.

And, this video, my friends explains what happened and why I'll stick to the simple look.

Thursday, December 17, 2009

A Christmas Memory

When I was 10 years old, my parent's divorced. I was devastated. The first Christmas after the divorce would be our first without Dad. My brother, two sisters, Mom and I had moved to another state to live with our grandmother, so we were far away from Dad. We weren't able to see him for months. Because we didn't have any money, we wouldn't be able to see Dad or vice versa.

On Christmas Eve, there was a knock on the door at my Granny's house. I ran to the door and answered it. I was shocked. I couldn't believe my eyes. There was my father, standing before me. I opened the screen door and jumped in his arms. He twirled me around as I sobbed in his arms.

The toys I asked for? I don't remember one of them. But, this was one Christmas gift I've never forgotten.

I miss you, Dad.

Monday, December 14, 2009

Follow Up From The "Twilight Zone"

I thought I should let my faithful readers in on what happened since seeing the "doctor" I wrote about in my previous blog. My phone rang the other night. I didn't recognize the number, but answered anyway, which is out of character for me.

It was her. I took the call in my bedroom, so as not to startle my family. Yes, people, she actually called me. She told me how disaappointed she was that I had called her office to inform them that I wouldn't be returning. She said she felt such a "connection" with me. She went on and on until she was called away by someone in her office. She said, "Can I call you back so we can talk about this more?" I said, "No, what's the point?" She called back anyway about 30 minutes later. Ok, this was starting to piss me off.

She starts again. She brings up the "connection" we made again. She says she'd really hoped we could become friends. She seems annoyed when I tell her that's not going to happen.

She goes on to plead with me to give her another chance. She says, "Ok, if you don't want to be friends, can I at least be your doctor?" WHAT?! I again told her it wasn't going to happen. I wished her well and reminded her that she'd known me all of 10 minutes before telling me some very personal, intimate details about her life.

I said, "Let me give you a piece of advice. Next time you feel a "connection" with a patient, ask her/him to lunch after the exam. But, hey, what do I know?"

Then she says, "Is there really nothing I can say to change your mind?" I replied. "Nothing comes to mind." and proceeded to hang up the phone.

Thirty minutes later, I received four new text messages. No, I'm not kidding.