Breaking up is hard to do

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Today I am very nervous.  

I've been seeing the same person for the last 6 years and today I am seeing someone new, but I haven't told the other person of the breakup.  I need someone who is accessible and at my disposal.  Someone that I can call, tell them what I need and get satisfaction. 

I am breaking up with my hair stylist.  Gasp!  And it's not something I want to do because I really like her, we get along great and she knows just how to cut my hair.  But there's one slight problem.  She's 250 miles away.  

Today I decided it's time to find a new hair salon that is only 2 miles away.  But I am scared for my hair.  And it's not that I am going to do anything drastic, but I have always been confident with my lady and would let her pretty much do whatever to my hair.  And now I am starting all over.  Pray for me and my hair would ya?  

So here are the before shots with my natural wave hair.  And if the 'after' hair is any good I will be back with an update and pictures.  If not, you can assume the worst.   

Don't ever do this to your hair.

Who am I with this awful hairstyle?

I'll give you a hint.  It's a contestant from a show that's on tonight on NBC.  It rhymes with The Piggest Snoozer. 

So that was an easy and stupid clue.  But, which contestant am I?  

Vicky, of course from the reality show The Biggest Loser.  

On tonight's episode they are getting make-overs and if anyone could use one, it would be Vicky and her hair.  This is the only reason I am glad she's still on the show.  Someone needs to teach her a few tricks to modern hair styles (and how to be a decent human being).  I feel like I am watching Little House on the Prairie each time I see her with that strange knot in her hair.  

I mean, for real Vicky.  It's nearly 2009.  Time to let the twist go.

It's just hair

Do you ever just want to shake someone and say "Why? Why do you do that with your hair? It looks ridiculous and does nothing for you." And then politely give them the name and number of your stylist. I do this in my head every once in awhile.

Then there are others that I just have to stare and try and figure out how they get their hair to look so perfect and styled. I wonder how long it takes them to get ready in the morning and also wonder if they are happy with their style.

It seems like the people with ridiculous looking hair styles don't care what they look like and are content with themselves, but the ones who have the nice up kept style always complain or want to do something different and are never satisfied.

Where do I fit in? Some days I can be both. Especially if you catch me when I first wake up in the morning. One would wonder if I had just gotten an electric shock. And with my newly acquired bangs, it adds even more dimension to the madness. But then there are days that I think I am really working my look.

Why do I fret about my hair? It's just hair. I should be happy I even have any. Which reminds me I need to watch what I say when I do talk to someone about their hair.

A few weeks ago at church I saw a lady who I see every once in awhile, but never talk to when I drop Carson off in his class. I noticed she had gotten her hair cut pretty drastic and the style looked so good on her. I felt compelled to tell her how much I loved her new style. And it seemed like she appreciated the compliment. A month later I see her and she has her head wrapped and was wearing a hat. I come to find out she has lost her hair due to cancer treatments. I wanted to put my foot in my mouth for even saying anything to her about her hair that I am sure she knew she was getting ready to lose.

Here, let me just add some more salt to your wound. I had good intentions, but really, really bad timing. Story of my life.