Curly Hair Problems

Have I complained about mentioned my hair before?

This is likely going to sound like someone giving themselves a backwards compliment like "oh, my legs are so toned i have a tough time finding pants" or something equally ridiculous but it's totally not meant to.  For those that don't know me in 'real life' I have really, really curly hair. I straighten it within an inch of its life most days so you'd never know it's curly if you didn't see me post-gym or on a lazy weekend. It's also super thick. The girl who used to do my hair told me once that each folicle had two or three hairs coming out instead of the normal one. For that reason, I shed like a bulemic golden retriever and my hair is crazy thick. So...because of that I get it cut every 6 weeks or so. I know you may be thinking Well, Lindsay isnt that as often as recommended? To that I say Yes, dear reader it is, but who actually does things as often as recommended?? Well, I do. That is because if I don't my hair ends up looking like a triangle or a mushroom. like this poor girl.

Awkward Family Photos

Anyway, I really need my cut and color to be done right before we leave for Disneyland in October but that creates a bit of a timing issue for me. My boys' Disney countdown shows that that is 52 days from now and I'm not quite due for cut/color right now. There's NO WAY i can wait until then to go but otherwise I have to cram two sessions in between now and then. Oh man, thank goodness there aren't real issues out there for me to concern myself with so I can devote all my decision making skills to this hair thing.

Clearly I need someone to help me with my life.

We threw my dad a surprise 70th birthday party this past weekend (more on that later, promise) and Jeffrey and I had our schedule all worked out leading up to the party. We needed to be there at 5 so we needed to leave the house at 4 to have time to drop off the boys (overnight sitter wootwoot) and pick up the cake. So I started doing my flatiron routine (approx 50 sections, beat that) at three so I'd have time to get dressed before we left. I KID YOU NOT after doing the bottom third of my hair my flatiron dies. IT DIES.

did you just gasp? i did. and i was there.

so i literally pull a sweater over my tank top and yoga pants and flee to Ulta. No time for the 20% off coupon. no time to pour over hours of researching different models. Thank baby jesus that Ulta is only a couple miles from my house because I tore in there looking like the half straightened fool i was and laid myself at the mercy of the cranky Ulta employee. I think I sputtered out bits of gold like "lots of hair", "high heat", "really curly", "ceramic", "not paying a million dollars", "surprise party", "overnight sitter". She showed me a few and I literally grabbed it out of her hand, paid and ran for the door. The beauty product junkie in me stopped to grab a spray of Vera Wang on my way out the door and I liked it so much I almost got back in line to buy it. They were doing a free gift with purchase friends. FREE GIFT. I resisted and flew back home. Long story short (too late, i know) I made it in time and I like my new flatiron.

Hope you have a super weekend full of great hair days!

Update to Week 17 Posting

Well, last Thursday the doctor's office called and they'd already scheduled my level two ultrasound that my OB ordered. So, that's all set for 8:45am Wednesday morning. Such an inconvenient time of the day, but they said they got me into their first available slot so I guess I should keep the complaining to a minimum. Dad and Corliss (thank you!) are going to come over and watch Connor so that Jeff and I can go to the appointment. I'm really hopeful that all will be well and will post as soon as we know anything...I'm also assuming that we'll know boy or girl after the appointment so I'll be sure to share that news as well.

I'm very happy that the ultrasound got scheduled so fast so that we can put this whole concern behind us--hopefully. Some disappointing news though, is that I was told by the drs office today that I am no longer able to lift anything over 15lbs...including Connor. Yes, obviously he's walking but you wouldn't believe how many times in one day you pick up a toddler--getting in and out of the truck, to change a diaper, before he darts into the street, the list is endless. I'm just happy that he's in his big boy bed now or I would have quite the tough time getting him in and out of his crib. Ugh.

15lbs?!? I think my handbag weighs more than 15lbs. When I said that to Jeffrey he suggested a backpack. It's like he doesn't know me at all. A backpack. really??

That's it for now. I'll post details this week along with Christmas Eve and Christmas Day photos

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Life is an endless struggle full of frustrations and challenges, but eventually you find a hair stylist you like. ~Author Unknown

grrr. i'm so annoyed with myself right now. venting always makes for good blog stuff so here I am. warning: kinda lengthy post about silliness.

i have this constant internal battle between wanting a great cut and 'experience' and not wanting to spend $80 on a haircut. today i made the wrong choice, my peeps. i went to a place with a coupon. i'll wait while you let that sink in. a freakin coupon. and well, like most things you get what you pay for!

for years i got my hair cut at a fancy pants salon in scottsdale. i have somewhat complex hair i guess. it's super curly and ridiculous thick. it doesn't look that way to a stylist that isn't used to my hair though. Since I typically have it flatironed within an inch of its life, it's kinda deceiving. when i didn't work in scotts anymore, it really wasn't worth it for me to travel up there for a haircut. it was a tough choice, but whatevs. i don't get my hair cut as often as i should, so driving 25 miles really shouldn't have been a huge deal breaker. again, whatevs.

so i show up at this place during my lunch and the lady tells me that she's behind and is it really necessary to wash my hair. I tell her yes, i want it washed. (seriously, isn't this a given!?!? i like to be a bit pampered when i'm getting my hair done, thanks) She tells me fine, but that my hair seems pretty clean (STFU lady, ugh). She then tells me that she has another client under the heat thingy who she needs to finish up on in twenty minutes. I tell her that I scheduled an hour appointment. She then seriously says, oh so you want it dried too? WTF is all i can think. I tell her yes, of course I want my hair dry...do you not normally dry the hair after it's cut? She stares at me and says no. she seriously tells me that most walk out with wet hair. i call bull shit. no way. you can't even tell what your hair looks like if you leave with it dripping down your back. Still not sure why I didn't just walk out at this point, but well I didn't.

She hurries me back to the wash area, and is completely rushing through the process. She shampoos and rinses and hands me a towel. hands it to me. doesn't even put it on my freakin head. I ask, um was that a two in one shampoo/conditioner or something. she says no. did you want conditioner too!?! I am floored at this point. Apparently when you use a coupon you only get shampoo. i tell her yes, she needs to use conditioner which she is apparently annoyed at. She rushes through it and hands me the towel again. At this point, i'm positive she'll just shave my head and kick my ass outta the place to be done with me. Again, for some reason I stick around to find out.

I'll spare the details of the whole cutting experience and just share a few tid bits. The entire time she is continually looking over at her other client who is patiently waiting and says things like, "i'm so sorry i'll be right with you, this client needs a bit more attention" and "i squeezed her in but didn't know she required her hair to be dried before she left". I could have punched her in her face at this point. ahhh. Also, she argued with me about how I wanted my bangs, where I part my hair and how I wanted my hair thinned out. I told her that i'd never been through a haircut where the stylist argued with me about what i want. At that, this horrible woman told me that she'd been cutting hair longer than i'd even been alive. ok. fine. i hate you.

So, after the quickest cut ever, she puts no product and no styling into my hair. the crown of my hair and underneath are still damp. At this point, i cannot even tell if i like it. my hair is just frizzy (no product, no straightening) and I could really care less. She says "do you need hairspray?" I tell her yes, I do and...she hands me the spray and walks off. seriously. just hands it to me to do it myself.

i'm enraged and storm up to the counter, coupon in hand. the woman charged me to blow dry. seriously. my haircut was $15 and she charged me another $15 to blow it dry. No shock here but zero tip for this B.

Lesson Learned: if you are high maintenance like me and want conditioner and to avoid leaving the salon with dripping hair, don't use a coupon. go to the place that puts product on your hair and cuts your hair the way you like and suck it up while you pay the bill.

ps-sorry this is so long, and pretty boring. :)