I'm taking care of some personal responsibilities today, people. It's all about me and I'm not ashamed to say it out loud. Uh....write it out loud, if you please.
This afternoon I have an appointment with a cute gal to get my hair done. I have not had anything done to my hair since the sub ball back in April. There's a story behind that, you see.
Good hair stylin' cost money. If you want it done right and by a professional, there's no way you're gonna get off lightly unless she's your friend and is feeling generous. I miss my stylist back home so much it ain't funny. She was my friend and would have a pot of coffee waiting when I got there. I would end up being there way longer than I needed to because we would sit and chat as she created hair miracles.
Where we are now? Good LAWD. I was blown away by how much it cost to get the same thing done. But, I bit the bullet and did it anyway. I've ended up with this teeny tiny gal who is adorable. She's around five feet tall and about 80lbs soaking wet. She's good, people. And if I have to slump down in the chair for her to reach the top of my head, I don't care. I had the full works done for the sub ball and after tipping, I was minus around 100 bucks when all was said and done. I was cool with that. Good things cost. It's the way of this great nation of ours.
Due to my hubby being on limited duty as he was injured in the line of duty last year on a submarine, we are minus a few pays the Navy doles out for certain things. Like...oh.....sea pay....sub pay....etc etc. And it adds up. The Navy will find you something to do while getting over an injury, but they'll put you low on the income list in the meantime and still sleep like babies when they lay down at night.
I got all magnanimous and told my husband that I would forfeit all hair care and do at home coloring to save money for our family. Yeah. Ok. That lasted all of about 3 weeks. Before the root rot starting setting in. Then the ends started fraying. There went the style I had going on. I've done the at home color before and it wasn't successful and I had nightmares about trying it again so I stayed far away from that aisle when at the store lest temptation and stupidity override my good common sense. All scissors were put away because high school was a time when Hope *had* to cut her own bangs (omg. bangs.shudder). ~sigh~
I tried. I really did. I made it all the way to week seven (it's now week 8) before I gave up putting hints out there in front of my husband to see how he would react to me reneging on my part of the deal. He finally put me out of my misery last week and said it truly was okay and he wouldn't hold it against me. He might once or twice just to get my hackles up, but at this point? I don't care! I need styled hair!!!!! I guess me screaming at my hair while trying to find a decent way to put it and then coming out of the bathroom telling him with this primal look in my eyes that I hate my hair and it sucks and I will not be going back out in public from here on out because it's just nasty looking and I look like the poster child for white trash worked finally. Hints out of the window, Internets!
I should be ashamed. I know. And I will feel twinges of guilts as I sit in that chair today and let TinkerBelle work her magic. Then she will be done and I will have freshly waxed eyebrows, perfectly done roots, and gloriously styled hair. I will brush those twinges of guilts off of my shoulders as I convince myself that it was for the good of the people that I did this. I will no longer be laughed at as I walk the aisles of Wal*art. I will be able to put all the headbands away for a while. You know the ones? Really wide and covering the root rot? Yeah. I am so past wearing them right now.
I'm doing it for me. I'm doing it for my family. I'm doing it for America!
Responsibilities. I take them very seriously.