Hairdos And Backhanded Compliments

I just don't think that men understand how special it is for a woman to get her hair done. There is something almost magical about sitting in a hair chair, having someone massage your scalp as they wash your hair with shampoos that smell so good you could drink them out of the bottle with a straw. Looking through the hair books and magazines searching for a new look is such an exciting time, second only to picking out your favorite dessert on the menu. Us gals will make our appointments at the salon and only a death in the family holds the power to make us call and cancel.

For weeks now I have been agonizing over my long hair. As much as I enjoyed wearing it long, it has been driving me batty lately. I just don't have time to sit in front of the mirror to blow dry and style it every morning. I've been throwing it up in a hair clip these past few weeks, which gave me the look of an aged Amish woman.

Not really the look I was going for.

So, completely broken and not really giving a hoot about how it would turn out...I gave my friend and hairstylist the green light to chop it off.

And chop she did.

The hair that used to be below my shoulders is now barely touching them now. I felt so light when I left. I even liked the way that she gave me a layered spiky look.

Shouldn't all forty year old mother's of four, have a layered spiky look?

I'm pretty sure that my new hairdo may have evolved from the 80's big hair and the 90's cement sprayed bangs. Maybe that's why I just loved it.

When my husband came home from work I was looking forward to showing him my new do.

He walked in and found me at the stove stirring some chicken soup.

As he walked up and gave me a kiss, we began the obvious new haircut conversation.

Paul: You got your haircut.

Me: Yep, I did.

Paul: (Looking me over.)

Me: Do you like it?

Paul: Yeah, it's cute.

Me: (Smiling on the outside, happy as a clam on the inside.)

Then he had to make just one more precious and endearing comment.

Paul: You look like Adam Sandler's rocker girlfriend from the Wedding Singer.




Not really the look I was going for.

My Husband is 'THE MAN'!

Yippee Skipee...my blog is fixed. Thanks to all my blog-galpals who filled me in on the problem. Your patience was appreciated. You can now 'comment away'!

My husband worked on it for quite a while. He sat here and worked on it before taking a shower, before watching football this afternoon and before saying "Joanne, do you think this may be an act of God?" He waited until he was finished to say that.

He is the most wonderful, loving, thoughtful, kind, caring man I know...(you are reading this aren't you Paul?!?)

I have to admit that this blog at times has caused a few ruffled feathers. I can be a poor time manger...yet, he still fixed it.

I love you cutie!

Where's My Underwear?!?

Change is in the air. As much as I enjoyed Christmas, it is time for me to get busy and take down our decorations in the next couple of days. This winter cleaning has found its way to my blog as well. As you can tell I have changed the template.

My husband found me once again working on my blog and was a bit frustrated. In his irritation, he said he was going to start his own blog called, "Wheresmyunderwear.blogspot.com". I will let you know if or when he gets it up and running.

For now, I must make this short and keep my husband happy...

Blessings, Joanne

All play and some work...

Today I am at work with my husband Paul. I got all the housework done yesterday in three hours flat just so I could have some time to myself today. While getting the kids off to school I asked my husband what his plans were for the day. He told me, "Just going in to the office." I asked, "How would you like some company?" Paul is always leary about the company he gets from me at work. I am truly of no use to him at all. I am embarassed to admit that it usually takes me two tries to make a copy..."does the paper go face down or face up?!?" I yell to him each and every time. This morning started off with a trip to Starbucks. I was good and got a whole wheat imitation bacon (don't tell me what is in that stuff) and fake cheese sandwich with a non fat vanilla steamer. I wanted six of the pumpkin cream cheese muffins... Anyway, here I sit at his laptop while he is down at the law library. He said he would be about twenty minutes so I have only seconds left. He will come back and I will give him about ten minutes of uninterupted time before I almost burst with the question that has been burning inside of me since our trip to Starbuks..."Where are you taking me for lunch?"

I guess I shouldn't be surprised when he is hesitant to take me along to work with him, huh?