hairI've always hated my hair ..... always .... it is very fine and has a mind of it's own. Some of it has body .... some of it doesn't .... some of it is "trainable" ..... some of it isn't. And I have done battle with my hair for way to many years now. So since I've moved here seven years ago with long hair (I truly hate my hair long .... with a passion) I have been trying to get it cut. Now I have to put major emphasis on the word trying ..... because the folks here in this valley and surrounding area seem to think I don't need short hair. Every time I have gone in to get my hair chopped off ..... I've left with my hair in tact. Usually pissed for letting myself be talked into leaving it alone instead of cutting it. It always looks nice .... but requires more than a 1/2 second of my time to deal with ..... which does not set well with me. That 1/2 second could be well spent somewhere outdoors .... in the garden or something. And I'm beyond serious here.
So last year upon the completion of my convertable Midget it became really obvious that if I didn't cut my hair off it would drive me ultimately crazy. So I picked someone I had never been to before in the valley and walked in and said cut it off ..... no discussion ..... just cut it off. And she did. It was wonderful. I had little hair at all and could literally towel it off after the shower and walk away without so much as touching it wit a comb. IT WAS AWESOME !!!!! It shocked the shit out of folks at first .... Dave especially (he really dispises short hair) but most really liked it short and realized with my job at the time (waitressing) it was more sensible than pulled back tight in an ugly ass ponytail. I looked like a freaking peeled onion .... it was not flattering at all.
So then I lose the job at the restaurant (I quit, I was fired ..... depends on who you talk to .... it was mutual) and a major source of income and once again cutting my hair takes a back seat to other things more important where money is concerned. Hair grows out ..... and is looking pretty bad. So for Christmas ..... I tell mom I want my hair cut ..... she is happy to help tired of hearing me bitch constantly about how uncomfortable I am with my hair in my face tickling my nose and all other bitches and gripes I could come up with regarding my hair. I make the appointment with the same girl .... knowing she will chop my hair as I ask .... without any talking me out of it. Or so I thought .....
Seems that my friend M. is very good friends with the hairdresser. And had gotten hold of her when she found out I was cutting my hair to ask her to talk me out of it ..... and M. showed up the day of my appointment and they both started in on how I shouldn't cut off my hair ..... yada yada yada ..... and I listened ...... for some stupid reason .... I let myself be talked into .... well, what it is today ..... and I HATE IT! That is putting it mildly. Unless I spend 10 minutes or more blow drying and shaping it tends to just go where ever it damn well pleases .... flipping here, curling under there ..... and totally pissing me off. I get angry every day ..... over my flipping hair. Stupid huh?
So ..... here I am today pissy over my hair ..... once again and wanting off my head ..... off .... off ..... off !!! I told M. that I was going to call and get another appointment to get it done right and she called ahead of me and told the hairdresser UNDER NO CIRCUMSTANCES ..... CUT MY HAIR. So I just got angry with the hairdresser .... told her I would freaking drive to Oregon to get my hair cut. It's my only option .... period.
Probably one of the very first pic's I ever put in here of me. The hair had actually grown out some here ... but you can get the picture ..... no pun intended .....
Poor pic .... but the hair today .... probably just a tad longer now .... it will stay behind my ears.
Me with the god awful long hair pulled back tight .... yuck .... !
And finally ..... me as Dolly Parton ..... LOL ..... I'm on the right just in case you couldn't tell. The lady on the left is my boss from the restaurant. It was rodeo parade day ..... and we were in it .....
And finally us on the parade route ..... it was my car's break out apperance ..... I'd only driven it once prior to this day ..... she performed like a champ. So did we ...... LOL .....
Ok .... but seriously folks ...... my hair ..... it's got to go ..... asap ..... like now .... like soon .... before I go crazy ...... I'm done now .....
Peace. J.
