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Showing posts with label hair. Show all posts
Showing posts with label hair. Show all posts

Tuesday, July 22, 2008

I give...

I have natually wavy/curly hair. Every morning I work HARD to get it straight.

I use an all in one shampoo/conditioner made specifically to straighten hair... and then I add another conditioner on top of that.

I use a straightening spray before I dry my hair and then I use a straight iron. Once it is dry I have a hair paste that I use on the front and top of my head to control frizzies.

THEN I add a humidity blocking hairspray to finish it off.

And within minutes of walking outside my hair is wavy and frizzy.

I give. I live in Atlanta where it is hot and humid. I guess I have to give in to the curl and just let it be.

But how do I keep the curl from getting frizzy? I can't afford more products!!!! GAH!!!!

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And on a totally different topic... this cracks me up!!!! You MUST go to this site... NOW... the baby is sooo flippen scary...

I am putting it in my faves just because I can...

Sunday, July 06, 2008

Hair

J-man has beautiful hair (when he takes care of it)... he had grown it out to what he deemed a "skater boy" look. It was such a good look for him...


Until yesterday.

When I was outvoted and Carl cut shaved it. I didn't want them to, but it looks so much better. AND I don't have to hear J-man fuss and scream at me when I try to brush out the tangles.

He also looks like a boy again...


I loooooved his long hair... look at it all around his shoulders. I am heartsick that it has been cut, but it will grow back out after he can get out of bed to take care of it. That is one less thing we have to worry about.

Wednesday, April 30, 2008

LA and I do not get along

I'm not a happy camper. You already know I got a parking ticket when I went to Venice Beach. Well, that was the beginning of some bad luck.

Let me explain...

Yesterday I was walking to lunch with a couple of folks from my meetings. My shoe started feeling funny -- like something was stuck on the bottom of it. These shoes are cute little ballet flats with elastic that criss crosses the top. Well... the sole of my shoe is flapping... and it comes completely off. I was mortified!

Then on the way back from lunch the other shoe does the same. exact. thing. I was walking around a business meeting with sole-less shoes. Unbelievable.

Now this morning- it is 7:30 here - I was drying my hair. I had the TV on, my straigtening iron plugged in, and a heat lamp going in the bathroom (I was cold, OK)... and guess what! Guess!!!

I blew a fuse!!

As I am typing this I am sitting in the dark with my hair halfway dry. My battery is running low on the laptop, and I want to cry! I called the front desk (for the second time) and was told that their maintenance people don't get here until 8 so there is nothing they can do...

I have to go out in public with my poodle hair to get breakfast and coffee... then wait to see if someone ever shows up to give me some electricity.

I have to be in the office at 10!!! And I haven't ironed my pants yet. Something told me to do it last night, but hell no... Deadliest Catch was on and I just haaaaadddd to watch it.

I'm supposed to go to Hollywood today for ride alongs. The girls I'm riding with said they would take me to where I can get pictures of the sign. They are going to take me to City Walk or some other location for lunch so I can possibly see some stars. Fun, right?

Well. On the news this morning (which I got to see some of before the flippen fuse blew) it is being reported that there is a structure fire at Hollywood and Vine!!! Lovely!!! Just my luck. I might not get to go down there after all. I'll find out when I meet the girls at 10... if I decide to leave the hotel...

Oy.

I keep telling myself "This is an adventure. This is an adventure."

Quit laughing.

Update: As of 8:15 I have electricity. I know longer look like a poodle, my pants are ironed and I am ready to see some sights... and work, of course.