Beauty Shop Update.

Well, my inner hooch won. I picked out a couple of hot'ish red pictures from the books... showed them to the hair lady.

Somehow, I ened up with mousy brown hair with a hint of red when I turn my head justso.

The only thing different is the gray.
It is gone.

I think that my hair rebelled to what was happening.
Frump really won.

Friday, YEAH!

Happy Friday, Everyone!

Let's see.... today's updates.. oh. I know.

I am going to get my hair colored today.

Because I am on a downward slide to frumpy -I am almost 35, I am a mother of three, I drive a van and I have an addicition to cardigans - I am going to have my hair cut and colored this afternoon. My inner hooch says, "Hey Mel. Do something sassy. Dye your hair red. Make it stripey. Get Dave's attention."

My cardigan/turtleneck wearning outward momma says, "Stick with your basic brown. It is cheaper. It is easier to dye. You can cover your gray better. You will not embarrass yourself."

Wonder who will win?

When I leave the salon (or beauty shop) I always have pageant hair. When I wake up the next morning, my hair does not look much different then when I went to sleep. One day last April, I had my hair cut. I stopped at the red light by the house. The lady in the car next to me looked at me like this:

Then, when I got home, my kids looked like this.

So, anyways, it will be interesting to see what happens tonight. I will keep you updated :)

The Hair Triangle

This picture was taken on a Sunday morning last September while we were all trying to get ready for Sunday School.


Don't they look like that man and woman with the pitchfork standing in front of the house?




Notice Eli's sarcasm toward Dave?



Anyways - I took this because I saw how Eli had grown recently. Dave is a little over six feet tall. Eli was about 5'7 ish ( a couple of weeks ago). I am sure it has changed from then to now.


We have had an ongoing love/hate triangle in our house for a long time. It is between Dave/Eli/Eli's hair.



Dave would love for Eli to have the flip (if you are not familiar with the flip - it is the flip of Dave's hair he has had since, oh, about birth). Eli rejects the flip. Dave tries to overcompensate for Eli's flip rejection by brushing the hair over to the side. Eli settles for the side-brushed hair - until we are out of site. Then, the hair mysteriously changes to a brushed down front look that all young boys are going for.

You know, this story is not really going anywhere.

Due to unfortunate circumstances, the hair has been cut recently. Needless to say, the hair drama still goes on. Does it look right? Is it shiny enough? Does it smell good?
Who knew teenage boys cared so much?