Writing is Hard and Hair Cuts Are Too

As I read back through some of my posts they seem really scatter brained, leaving out important details and lacking all of the eloquence that you get in other blogs.

To my readers: I am sorry for that. I will try to write better posts. The reality is I have about two hours of the day to call my own, and I often spend that time trying to multitask, cramming in my tv watching, blog reading, book reading and game playing. So I often write blog posts with other distracts (aka Shark Tank and Triple D) looming in the background and I think that equals sub-par writing.

I am really sorry if my writing has ever omitted the caring feelings I have towards those around me, sometimes my stick-to-the-facts-just-get-it-done personality comes out too much. I mean I didn't even write anything regarding motherhood on my Sunday post. Admittedly that was somewhat on purpose sometimes the cliche-ity of holidays just bugs me.

Thoughts on Mother's Day
I think can't we just call it "Women's Day?" Even though I love my mother deeply and appreciate immensely all she has done for me, and even though I love being a mom and feel enriched every day with this calling in life, I have so many women in my life who have been nurturing and caring towards me who aren't mothers. I am also very grateful for all of the women who have been loving and nurturing to Kacen who aren't his mother or who aren't mom's at all. And sometimes I feel holidays tend to become excuses to do nice things that we should be doing on a regular basis anyway.

Alright moving on. 

The Truth About the Hair

(Precursor: this is pretty self loathing, vain, and complaintive.)

I don't know why I haven't been completely honest about the hair situation but here it is:
I did get it cut a couple of weeks ago and she did a great job, she cut it just as I asked her to and it did look good. But after playing with for a day or two I realized that I have an issue, I don't know what I want. Even if I do have a vision I have the hardest time describing that to a stylist. I have been feeling a little let down with my hair.

So yesterday I decided to go back in for another cut (because of my embarrassment about not being able to communicate my vision the first time and not wanting to hurt anyone's feelings, though I am sure she wouldn't care, now that I think of it, I went to a different person this time.).

I really should learn to just leave well enough alone because now I have MULLET HAIR. I don't know why anyone would ever look at a young woman who is sort of fashion forward looking and think "gee why don't I take the whole middle chunk of her hair, like a three inch radius, and you know just lob it off at the same height as her eyebrows, you know, a nice mullet look." You know what the worst part of this whole situation is? This IS NOT the first time this has happened, so that leads me to believe that yeah most of the fault is mine.

I think I am just too spontaneous about this whole cutting thing and just go in on a whim whenever I think about it, no pictures in hand as visual aids. But really are visual aids that helpful? I think they too have a major flaw; it doesn't matter if you get that same exact cut as that celebrity, guess what? you will never look like that celebrity. I mean I have dreamed for years about having a hair cut mimicked after this cut of Victoria Beckham's, perhaps just an inch or tow longer.

And some cuts have come close but even if I did get that exact cut I would still feel let down comparing it to that pic. So maybe if I just look at hairstyles on less appealing people then I would have better success.

Anyway here is the cut pulled up because that is pretty much all I can do with it to mask the really bad mullet. And in reality this is probably how I will most often wear it.

Did you notice how god I am at multitasking though? I got a picture of my hair, for the curiosity of some readers, and a picture of my belly for the curiosity of others.

My bum-ment over my hair reached an all time low the night I got the latest cut and took it down from the pony tail at the end of a long day. I just cried and cried and the hysterics reached their peak with me wailing "....and my but is filled with cellulite!" Ky was so nice stroking my hair and giving nice assuring compliments but I just kept wishing he would stop touching the cursed thing now donning the top of my head.

It will be alright though. Seriously, people in this world, people I love and care about deeply, are right at this moment facing bigger worries than a stupid hair cut. 

I apologize for my vanity, and please know this is not a plea for compliments, seriously if you want to do anything for me just be on my side and reassure me that, "Yeah, Heather you need to A) pay more for a cut, and B) figure out what you want. And yes it is a really freaky look but as your friend I promise not to comment on the awkwardness of your hair and to just give you three or four months to let it work itself out."