I was watching Katie Couric the other day and this mother was being interviewed about a magazine article she was in recently talking about the fact that she has to take an anti depressant on a regular basis. Well apparently it was a huge deal to a group of mother's out there and she was receiving a lot of back lash. To the point where she was actually told she shouldn't be a mother because she was taking medication.
WHAT THE F**K??!!! How dare you criticize someone because they need to be on medication to make it through the day. Have you ever had postpartum depression? It is bad. I had it after my daughter and my doctor suggested a pill but I preferred not to be on one but I don't have anything against anyone that does. It can be mild or very severe. I just cried all the time. I would show up on my parents door step in tears with my daughter in my hands. And FYI...We have no control over it or if we get it. It is completely out of our hands and not our fault! I fought my way out of it myself. If a mother needs to take a pill so she doesn't harm herself or her children then so be it. Who are we to judge someone that is making a smart decision. So she can't be a mother because she is on a pill? Seriously. What is it with some of you mother's out there? I can't believe how some people are these days.
I was reading a blog a few months ago and the answers some of these mother's respond to just make me want to drink. A mother actually had a huge problem with people putting babies in a swing. Really? Do we not have anything better to do. She actually said that it would delay your child's development and cause problems down the road. Am I the only laughing about this? Apparently I don't read enough because I just don't get it. Get a life.
I try not to associate myself with too many people, especially specific mother's. I try to avoid being put in a bad situation and gravitate towards mom's that are more like me. I am young and I wasn't married when I had my daughter but I don't think that makes me any less of a mother. I like to drink and I tend to indulge in a cigarette from time to time but it does not affect my children in any way shape or form.
Perfect example. I watch a little girl after school that just happens to be friends with my daughter. I get paid for it and the mom gets to send her child to a safe place. Well for the most part. This is the kinda mom I like to be around. She had her daughter out of wed lock and didn't plan on having any kids but it happened and she dealt with it. She doesn't judge and I don't judge. This poor little girl has been through the ringer at my house. The first time she came over, my daughter made her cry. (Now just a side note, I know I wrote about bullies in my previous post so I am clarifying that my daughter is not a bully but she is also not perfect. She does receive punishment when necessary whether it is a spanking, time out or I take something from her that is dear to her heart.) I explained the situation to her mother and she was like "It happens. No biggie". The second incident was a few weeks ago when my daughter decided to use the lovely word B***H in front of her. I almost lost my marbles and was very embarrassed and yet again, this mother tells me about the time her daughter used that word. She wasn't mad, she understood and she just brushed it off. Now, I am a very straight forward person so I keep her very up to date about the things that go on and don't try to hide anything. I figure it is just better that way. The latest incident was just the other day. The girls got home from school and immediately went out to the play ground. I just happen to look out the window and my daughter has her shorts and under wear off in the middle of our yard. I asked what she was doing and she says "peeing". Great. My daughter has peed outside before so it wasn't something new to her but I really thought she new a little better than to pee outside in our own backyard and it front of the rush hour traffic. Sometimes peeing outside is better than a porta john or it is necessary in a specific moment but that wasn't one of those moments. Just lovely. So as the little girl and her mom are leaving, I say "Oh by the way..if your daughter starts peeing outside, that would be because she learned it from my daughter." And she simply says "ok". She doesn't ask any questions, she doesn't get mad, nothing. Now that is my kinda mother and she stills sends her child to my house!
I think some of these women need a glass of wine or two and mind their own damn business!
RELAX
Dana
September 11, 2013
What has this world come to?
So I know me and Lauren write blogs to make people laugh and tell our stupid stories but my next few blogs are going to be downers. I have to get this off my chest because it is really bothering me. I might make some people mad too but hey, that is what freedom of speech is for!
My daughter started kindergarten last week. She is there all day long and takes the bus in the morning and the afternoon. I cried my eyes out. Not just because she is my oldest and this is the first time I have gone through something like this but because I am completely terrified for her. Since when is it no ok that your child is not even safe in school anymore? Since when has bullying and cyber bullying become so bad that we have to have shows about it? Since when is it ok that I have to check a website regularly to see if there are any pedophiles that live in my area or the area of the school?
Let me tell you something. The day I get a phone call telling me that my daughter's school was held hostage by a crazy gun person and several children and teacher's were killed....that SOB better kill himself for I will be killing him MYSELF. And quite honestly I blame that psycho's parents. There is something wrong if a kid shoots up an elementary school because he is mad at his mom. Hello? Did Momma not see any signs that the kid might need some help? Maybe when your kid starts setting things on fire for no reason or starts torturing animals you might want to get them some help. Also, spanking is not a bad thing. Me and my brothers were spanked every time we deserved it and we turned out just fine. I am married, have two children and my bachelor's degree in Marketing/Management, my younger brother is married and a Sheriff and my youngest brother just started his freshman year at Mount St. Vincent and was accepted into their nursing program. So get over it. My daughter has been spanked and I am sure my son will need one too. A mother especially should know there child and you know when something is wrong and they need help. Get it together people or stop having kids!
My daughter's good friend was choked by a younger boy the other day in school while standing in line waiting for the bus. She actually had bruises on her neck. Guess what? That ever happens to my daughter I will be knocking on that parent's door and you better be ready. Nobody messes with my kids. I don't care if it is online or in school. I will be coming for that child and that parent. I already had to deal with a problem child in preschool. My daughter didn't want to go to school because a boy was hitting her and saying bad words to her. So, I wrote a note to the teacher and explained that my daughter had my permission to protect herself and if it didn't get taken care of I would take care of it myself. My daughter never had a problem again. I tell my daughter almost every day to never let any one touch her and she has my complete permission to fight back when necessary. I know teachers don't always see or hear everything so I really don't put the blame on them, but it is just sad to have to think about stuff like that with 5 year olds. Again, where are the parents?
One of my biggest fears in life is my children being molested or kidnapped. I worry every day about it. I watch movies and shows I probably shouldn't but I want to be as proactive as I can about things like that. I regularly check the pedophile website so to speak and get alerts when one moves into the area. As soon as my daughter was old enough she learned where her private parts were and no one was to touch them. I remind her daily too. I have my brother who is the Sheriff talk to her constantly as well. She knows how to fight and scream if she needs and she knows to never leave anywhere especially school with anyone. I tell her each and every day you are to get on the bus and you are to leave on the bus. If there is a change I usually start letting her know way in advance. I will do the same with my son. It makes me so sick some of the things people do to children and most of the time they were molested at some point in their life as well. There is no excuse but if the cycle could have been broken I bet there wouldn't be as many molesters or rapist out there today. Again Parenting.
Protect you children. Be there for your children. Look for signs that they need help. Sometimes it is more than "just a phase".
Dana
My daughter started kindergarten last week. She is there all day long and takes the bus in the morning and the afternoon. I cried my eyes out. Not just because she is my oldest and this is the first time I have gone through something like this but because I am completely terrified for her. Since when is it no ok that your child is not even safe in school anymore? Since when has bullying and cyber bullying become so bad that we have to have shows about it? Since when is it ok that I have to check a website regularly to see if there are any pedophiles that live in my area or the area of the school?
Let me tell you something. The day I get a phone call telling me that my daughter's school was held hostage by a crazy gun person and several children and teacher's were killed....that SOB better kill himself for I will be killing him MYSELF. And quite honestly I blame that psycho's parents. There is something wrong if a kid shoots up an elementary school because he is mad at his mom. Hello? Did Momma not see any signs that the kid might need some help? Maybe when your kid starts setting things on fire for no reason or starts torturing animals you might want to get them some help. Also, spanking is not a bad thing. Me and my brothers were spanked every time we deserved it and we turned out just fine. I am married, have two children and my bachelor's degree in Marketing/Management, my younger brother is married and a Sheriff and my youngest brother just started his freshman year at Mount St. Vincent and was accepted into their nursing program. So get over it. My daughter has been spanked and I am sure my son will need one too. A mother especially should know there child and you know when something is wrong and they need help. Get it together people or stop having kids!
My daughter's good friend was choked by a younger boy the other day in school while standing in line waiting for the bus. She actually had bruises on her neck. Guess what? That ever happens to my daughter I will be knocking on that parent's door and you better be ready. Nobody messes with my kids. I don't care if it is online or in school. I will be coming for that child and that parent. I already had to deal with a problem child in preschool. My daughter didn't want to go to school because a boy was hitting her and saying bad words to her. So, I wrote a note to the teacher and explained that my daughter had my permission to protect herself and if it didn't get taken care of I would take care of it myself. My daughter never had a problem again. I tell my daughter almost every day to never let any one touch her and she has my complete permission to fight back when necessary. I know teachers don't always see or hear everything so I really don't put the blame on them, but it is just sad to have to think about stuff like that with 5 year olds. Again, where are the parents?
One of my biggest fears in life is my children being molested or kidnapped. I worry every day about it. I watch movies and shows I probably shouldn't but I want to be as proactive as I can about things like that. I regularly check the pedophile website so to speak and get alerts when one moves into the area. As soon as my daughter was old enough she learned where her private parts were and no one was to touch them. I remind her daily too. I have my brother who is the Sheriff talk to her constantly as well. She knows how to fight and scream if she needs and she knows to never leave anywhere especially school with anyone. I tell her each and every day you are to get on the bus and you are to leave on the bus. If there is a change I usually start letting her know way in advance. I will do the same with my son. It makes me so sick some of the things people do to children and most of the time they were molested at some point in their life as well. There is no excuse but if the cycle could have been broken I bet there wouldn't be as many molesters or rapist out there today. Again Parenting.
Protect you children. Be there for your children. Look for signs that they need help. Sometimes it is more than "just a phase".
Dana
September 3, 2013
Bitch Please
I got some news this morning. Bad news.
As soon as Joe told me, I knew I had to write about it...because it's not necessarily funny-ha-ha...but it's definitely a "that WOULD happen to Lauren" story.
PLUS, I've been working like crazy for 12 days straight, making the line between what would be considered funny and what's completely depressing slightly blurred.
Annnnnnnd I haven't written a blog in a while. So this is all I got!
We ALL know I hate my job. It's really a broken record at this point and I hate myself every time I say it but I mean, for REAL. Every minute that passes and I'm sitting at my desk doing NOTHING except waiting for someone to show me mercy by requesting a photocopy is like dying a slow and painful death.
My PopPops once said that working a shitty job was like, "hitting yourself in the head with a hammer all day because it feels so good when you stop." That never made sense to me until I became a receptionist....because every time the phone rings, I feel like I'm getting bashed in the face with some kind of heavy instrument (hence the slow and painful death). I get it.
Preach on PopPops, preach.
Anyway, after two years of applying for hundreds of jobs and my hard earned Bachelor's Degree gathering dust, it finally seemed like there was some light shining at the end of the tunnel...because I landed an interview! I landed the holy grail of interviews with the county government! I studied up on the position, practiced the perfect answers to all the typical interview questions, planned a professional interview outfit....I even paid twenty bucks for a manicure in a conservative "nude" shade because the Career Center at my college said any other color for an interview was "distracting and off-putting" AKA skankalicious. I was prepared to sell the shit out of my nude-nailed-self.
Unfortunately I'm not black.
A couple weeks went by and I had heard nothing. Assuming I blew the interview, I kind of shrugged it off and chocked it up as another loss. Then I learned (from a couple of my husband's connections) that it was between me and another chick - we were the top two candidates. This made the anticipation even worse. It really could happen. I e-mailed the director of Human Resources to make sure he knew how interested I was and asked if a decision had been made.
I should have known when I never got a response.
Then this morning Joe told me. He said he wanted me to hear it from him instead of in a rejection letter, or worse, never hearing anything at all. The position had gone to a black woman, not based on credentials or that she interviewed better than me....it was simply because the county needed a more diverse candidate.
Now, I harbor no resentment to this lady at all. I'm sure she was extremely qualified for the position and she will do a great job but I can't stop thinking about how everything would have been different if only they had known that I am, in fact, black on the inside.
I've given this situation a lot of thought and, in an effort to avoid this heartache next time around, I've decided to make some changes to the "Additional Skills and Information" section of my resume. It now looks a little something like this:
Additional Skills and Information
I think this will clear up a lot of confusion for any interviews I embark on in the future.
As soon as Joe told me, I knew I had to write about it...because it's not necessarily funny-ha-ha...but it's definitely a "that WOULD happen to Lauren" story.
PLUS, I've been working like crazy for 12 days straight, making the line between what would be considered funny and what's completely depressing slightly blurred.
Annnnnnnd I haven't written a blog in a while. So this is all I got!
We ALL know I hate my job. It's really a broken record at this point and I hate myself every time I say it but I mean, for REAL. Every minute that passes and I'm sitting at my desk doing NOTHING except waiting for someone to show me mercy by requesting a photocopy is like dying a slow and painful death.
My PopPops once said that working a shitty job was like, "hitting yourself in the head with a hammer all day because it feels so good when you stop." That never made sense to me until I became a receptionist....because every time the phone rings, I feel like I'm getting bashed in the face with some kind of heavy instrument (hence the slow and painful death). I get it.
Preach on PopPops, preach.
Anyway, after two years of applying for hundreds of jobs and my hard earned Bachelor's Degree gathering dust, it finally seemed like there was some light shining at the end of the tunnel...because I landed an interview! I landed the holy grail of interviews with the county government! I studied up on the position, practiced the perfect answers to all the typical interview questions, planned a professional interview outfit....I even paid twenty bucks for a manicure in a conservative "nude" shade because the Career Center at my college said any other color for an interview was "distracting and off-putting" AKA skankalicious. I was prepared to sell the shit out of my nude-nailed-self.
Unfortunately I'm not black.
A couple weeks went by and I had heard nothing. Assuming I blew the interview, I kind of shrugged it off and chocked it up as another loss. Then I learned (from a couple of my husband's connections) that it was between me and another chick - we were the top two candidates. This made the anticipation even worse. It really could happen. I e-mailed the director of Human Resources to make sure he knew how interested I was and asked if a decision had been made.
I should have known when I never got a response.
Then this morning Joe told me. He said he wanted me to hear it from him instead of in a rejection letter, or worse, never hearing anything at all. The position had gone to a black woman, not based on credentials or that she interviewed better than me....it was simply because the county needed a more diverse candidate.
Now, I harbor no resentment to this lady at all. I'm sure she was extremely qualified for the position and she will do a great job but I can't stop thinking about how everything would have been different if only they had known that I am, in fact, black on the inside.
I've given this situation a lot of thought and, in an effort to avoid this heartache next time around, I've decided to make some changes to the "Additional Skills and Information" section of my resume. It now looks a little something like this:
Additional Skills and Information
- Ability to accurately rap any Nicki Minaj song on command
- I've never passed up an opportunity to dance to The Wobble or The Cupid Shuffle
- If I'm drunk enough, I can even do them properly
- When I was little, I used to BEG my mom to buy me a black baby doll
- 2 out of my 6 preset radio stations are of the hip-hop variety
- Certified Whooty (white girl with a booty)
I think this will clear up a lot of confusion for any interviews I embark on in the future.
August 6, 2013
Mommy Dearest
I don't know if it is just me or if this happens to most people but my parents have really become very relaxed in their old age (not really that old, neither one of them has hit 50 yet) and their parenting rules really go out the window. I have noticed that with my children my parents really don't use any parental skills at all. It is pretty much free rein. I know they are grandparents and it is their job to spoil and what not with their kids but I figured some sort of rules would still apply. Apparently not. I think parents really take the term grandparents way too far and think they can get away with a lot of stuff that shouldn't be allowed. For example, I was at my parents the other day and immediately my father puts my son in the high chair and feeds him cinnamon gram crackers and chocolate cookies. Now my son is 8 months old and probably should not be eating this stuff but he is a hog and a big boy and has been on solids since his was 3 months old. That is really not my concern anyways. I was more concerned with the fact that my father fed my son all this stuff for about an hour and then when he is done, my father walks away. Suddenly he forgot he has something to do and now I am left with a child that looks like he went through Willy Wonka's Chocolate Factory. How amazing. You feed him the crap and now I am left cleaning him up. Feeding him is the easy part, cleaning him up and the surrounding area, not so fun. Thanks Dad.
My mother is the worst of all. She doesn't think she is but she is. My daughter is the Diva she is today because of my mother. She yells at me for spoiling her all the time but you can guarantee that if my daughter walks in to a store with my mother she will be getting something, if not one thing then a few things. It has gotten to the point where every time my mother comes to our house, my daughter has her hand out expecting something and usually gets it. This particular day though, I was really taken back by my mother. We are having breakfast at a local diner with my brother and his wife. My son is playing with all the spoons (because he is at that point now where he needs to be doing something if he is not eating) and eventually drops all the spoons that were on the table on the floor. I am in conversation with my brother and look over at my son and noticed that he was now playing with a knife. My mother thought it would be a good idea to give the 7 month old a knife. Her response "It's just a butter knife, It's not like it will hurt him." Really? I don't even know what to say at this point. I take the knife from my son and tell my mother that I am putting this in the blog and she says "YOU BETTER NOT!" Karma sucks.
This is kinda off point but I had to throw this in somewhere because it was just too good to ignore. My husband was taking a shower one day and my daughter had to get something out of the bathroom. She was trying to go in and my husband said just wait I am taking a shower. She is getting to the age where she really shouldn't be seeing Daddy naked but she doesn't understand that yet. So my daughter says "UUGGHH Dad, it's ok, it's not like I haven't' seen your little whoohoo before!" My husband says "Excuse me?" And she says "Dad I have seen your LITTLE whoohoo before!" I am in the kitchen trying to feed my son laughing hysterically! My husband obviously does not find the comment very amusing but I just couldn't help myself. Kids!!
Dana
My mother is the worst of all. She doesn't think she is but she is. My daughter is the Diva she is today because of my mother. She yells at me for spoiling her all the time but you can guarantee that if my daughter walks in to a store with my mother she will be getting something, if not one thing then a few things. It has gotten to the point where every time my mother comes to our house, my daughter has her hand out expecting something and usually gets it. This particular day though, I was really taken back by my mother. We are having breakfast at a local diner with my brother and his wife. My son is playing with all the spoons (because he is at that point now where he needs to be doing something if he is not eating) and eventually drops all the spoons that were on the table on the floor. I am in conversation with my brother and look over at my son and noticed that he was now playing with a knife. My mother thought it would be a good idea to give the 7 month old a knife. Her response "It's just a butter knife, It's not like it will hurt him." Really? I don't even know what to say at this point. I take the knife from my son and tell my mother that I am putting this in the blog and she says "YOU BETTER NOT!" Karma sucks.
This is kinda off point but I had to throw this in somewhere because it was just too good to ignore. My husband was taking a shower one day and my daughter had to get something out of the bathroom. She was trying to go in and my husband said just wait I am taking a shower. She is getting to the age where she really shouldn't be seeing Daddy naked but she doesn't understand that yet. So my daughter says "UUGGHH Dad, it's ok, it's not like I haven't' seen your little whoohoo before!" My husband says "Excuse me?" And she says "Dad I have seen your LITTLE whoohoo before!" I am in the kitchen trying to feed my son laughing hysterically! My husband obviously does not find the comment very amusing but I just couldn't help myself. Kids!!
Dana
BAD HAIR DAY!!
All right ladies now I know that everyone has had their bad hair days. We have all been through it and we will continue to go through it, especially after you have kids. Your hair is not even the hair you remember in high school. Some women get lucky and it becomes thicker and softer and flows and the color itself is like one out of a movie. Then there is the other sad few that get screwed. It starts to fall out, you lose your bounce and the color has turned into a pinch between brown poop and Pippie Long Stocking. I have had several bad hair days but there are a few that really stick out (and I mean literally) that I just have to mention.
My lovely Sister-in-law reminded me the other day of the time I bought the ethnic hair conditioner (and I am using the word ethnic because I don't want to insult anyone and I don't want to use the incorrect term) and I really didn't know it. You know how in the shampoo/conditioner isle you have miles and miles of the white person stuff and then there is the tiny section of the ethnic area? Well I was in search of a new conditioner and I wandered to the fine line of white and ethnic area. I was eyeing this conditioner that really wasn't in the ethnic section and really wasn't in the white section. It said that it was very nourishing and good for dry hair and the price was good plus it was a pink bottle and I couldn't resist. I looked at it for a long while because I really was in a debate with myself of whether it was for the white's or different race. There was no picture on the bottle and it did not say anywhere that it was meant for people of different ethnicities. (again trying to be politically correct) So I went ahead and purchased it. The first time I used it I thought in the shower that it was great. My hair felt smooth and I didn't have any snarls and I thought AWEOME, I just found a new conditioner that is cheap and works great. Then I blow dried. Well let me just say that Diana Ross had nothing on me. My hair could have been in a rap video. I had no idea that it could even get to the potential. It looked like I had teased it for hours and then added some Hair Net for another couple of hours. And let me just say, I have blonde hair and it is very fine so this was really a new look for me. I had to be at work so I had no time to try and fix it, not to mention I didn't even know where to start. I was a bartender at the time and when I walked in one of my regulars asked me if I was going dancing or to the club later. I said "No why?" And he said "Your hair looks like you might be going dancing or getting wild later." I just pretended like I was trying something new and I meant for it to look like that. I was at my brother's and my sister-in-laws that following weekend and brought the conditioner and used it to show them what it did to my hair. They all agreed it was not meant for my hair type. A few weeks later a friend of mine (who is also my hair stylist and knew the story) sent me a picture of that same conditioner clearly in the ethnic section. Live and learn I guess.
A few months ago I decided that I was going back to coloring my own hair. I just do highlights and all through college I had a roommate do it for me using one of the kits and never had a problem. It saved a ton of money and time. When I met my lovely husband he would pay for me to get it done and take care of me but after the kids I just don't have the time. Call me crazy but it is too much to try and find a babysitter and then pay them for me to sit in a salon for hours and hours listening to someone talk that I really don't want to talk to. So I decided I would go back to doing it myself. Everything was going great and the color was looking good until one day I got lazy. I decided instead of pulling my hair through a cap I would just use the highlighting kit and just color my roots. Why not right? BIG MISTAKE. The top of my head was white, like printer paper white and the rest of my hair was a normal blonde. So instead of just going through the process again and pulling my hair through the cap to even it out, I decided that I will buy a blonde dye and tone down the white. Well I learned that I can't use a blonde dye on white hair, it turns my hair orange. So now instead of the top of my head being white, it was ORANGE. Great so now what? So stubborn me goes back to the store and buys a root touch up thinking I could just put it on the orange part and it would blend in. Nope not really. It more mixed then blended. I ended up just coloring the normal part of my hair darker and it really did nothing for the orange part at all. I figured I should give my hair a break seeing how I just colored it 3 times in two days but that didn't last long. My mother in law really let me know how it looked when she saw me and her faced pretty much dropped to the ground and she said "What the hell did you do to your hair?" So off to the store again but this time I bought the highlighting kit and said I will not be lazy I will pull hair through and make this right. One of my friends that I was telling this story to asked me "At one point did you just think maybe I should go get this fixed professionally?" No of course not! I was bound and determined to fix this myself and still save money, my hair on the other hand, not really feeling the same. So I get the kit and I'm at home, the baby finally fell asleep so I had two hours to get this done. As I am mixing the stuff together and getting ready for the cap I noticed that they forget to put in the tool that you use to pull the hair through. Now I have a dilemma. I know that the store that I just bought this from only had one left, so I could return it but then I wouldn't be able to get the same kit. I could get my money back and buy it some where else but that would just take too much time. So, I look through the junk drawer and find a screw. I looked at the cap and then at the screw and said "why not?". I used a freaking screw to pull my hair through the little holes. It worked. It took some time but it was successful. I lost a good chuck of hair and had to do some major damage control but my hair came out a normal blonde color. I was afraid every time I showered that I would just find clumps of hair in the drain but to my astonishment it wasn't too bad. I have yet to color it again but I am do soon and I know now that I CANNOT be lazy and worse case scenario, you can use a screw to pull your hair through the cap.
Live and Learn.
Dana
My lovely Sister-in-law reminded me the other day of the time I bought the ethnic hair conditioner (and I am using the word ethnic because I don't want to insult anyone and I don't want to use the incorrect term) and I really didn't know it. You know how in the shampoo/conditioner isle you have miles and miles of the white person stuff and then there is the tiny section of the ethnic area? Well I was in search of a new conditioner and I wandered to the fine line of white and ethnic area. I was eyeing this conditioner that really wasn't in the ethnic section and really wasn't in the white section. It said that it was very nourishing and good for dry hair and the price was good plus it was a pink bottle and I couldn't resist. I looked at it for a long while because I really was in a debate with myself of whether it was for the white's or different race. There was no picture on the bottle and it did not say anywhere that it was meant for people of different ethnicities. (again trying to be politically correct) So I went ahead and purchased it. The first time I used it I thought in the shower that it was great. My hair felt smooth and I didn't have any snarls and I thought AWEOME, I just found a new conditioner that is cheap and works great. Then I blow dried. Well let me just say that Diana Ross had nothing on me. My hair could have been in a rap video. I had no idea that it could even get to the potential. It looked like I had teased it for hours and then added some Hair Net for another couple of hours. And let me just say, I have blonde hair and it is very fine so this was really a new look for me. I had to be at work so I had no time to try and fix it, not to mention I didn't even know where to start. I was a bartender at the time and when I walked in one of my regulars asked me if I was going dancing or to the club later. I said "No why?" And he said "Your hair looks like you might be going dancing or getting wild later." I just pretended like I was trying something new and I meant for it to look like that. I was at my brother's and my sister-in-laws that following weekend and brought the conditioner and used it to show them what it did to my hair. They all agreed it was not meant for my hair type. A few weeks later a friend of mine (who is also my hair stylist and knew the story) sent me a picture of that same conditioner clearly in the ethnic section. Live and learn I guess.
A few months ago I decided that I was going back to coloring my own hair. I just do highlights and all through college I had a roommate do it for me using one of the kits and never had a problem. It saved a ton of money and time. When I met my lovely husband he would pay for me to get it done and take care of me but after the kids I just don't have the time. Call me crazy but it is too much to try and find a babysitter and then pay them for me to sit in a salon for hours and hours listening to someone talk that I really don't want to talk to. So I decided I would go back to doing it myself. Everything was going great and the color was looking good until one day I got lazy. I decided instead of pulling my hair through a cap I would just use the highlighting kit and just color my roots. Why not right? BIG MISTAKE. The top of my head was white, like printer paper white and the rest of my hair was a normal blonde. So instead of just going through the process again and pulling my hair through the cap to even it out, I decided that I will buy a blonde dye and tone down the white. Well I learned that I can't use a blonde dye on white hair, it turns my hair orange. So now instead of the top of my head being white, it was ORANGE. Great so now what? So stubborn me goes back to the store and buys a root touch up thinking I could just put it on the orange part and it would blend in. Nope not really. It more mixed then blended. I ended up just coloring the normal part of my hair darker and it really did nothing for the orange part at all. I figured I should give my hair a break seeing how I just colored it 3 times in two days but that didn't last long. My mother in law really let me know how it looked when she saw me and her faced pretty much dropped to the ground and she said "What the hell did you do to your hair?" So off to the store again but this time I bought the highlighting kit and said I will not be lazy I will pull hair through and make this right. One of my friends that I was telling this story to asked me "At one point did you just think maybe I should go get this fixed professionally?" No of course not! I was bound and determined to fix this myself and still save money, my hair on the other hand, not really feeling the same. So I get the kit and I'm at home, the baby finally fell asleep so I had two hours to get this done. As I am mixing the stuff together and getting ready for the cap I noticed that they forget to put in the tool that you use to pull the hair through. Now I have a dilemma. I know that the store that I just bought this from only had one left, so I could return it but then I wouldn't be able to get the same kit. I could get my money back and buy it some where else but that would just take too much time. So, I look through the junk drawer and find a screw. I looked at the cap and then at the screw and said "why not?". I used a freaking screw to pull my hair through the little holes. It worked. It took some time but it was successful. I lost a good chuck of hair and had to do some major damage control but my hair came out a normal blonde color. I was afraid every time I showered that I would just find clumps of hair in the drain but to my astonishment it wasn't too bad. I have yet to color it again but I am do soon and I know now that I CANNOT be lazy and worse case scenario, you can use a screw to pull your hair through the cap.
Live and Learn.
Dana
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