Thursday, February 19, 2009

Color Me Mine

A best friend, Sarah, and I were talking about our New Years resolutions back in January, when she gave me a great idea. One of her resolutions was to plan every other month to have an activity date with her husband. It is so easy to go to the movies and dinner, but there are only so many memories with a dinner and a movie date. I was so excited to try this that I quickly thought of a million little activity dates for Lincoln and I. However, they all had to do with being outside and since we live in freezing Ohio, my ideas didn't seem to be all that great. Luckily, a friend of mine, Maria, mentioned that on the last friday of every month there is pajama day at Color Me Mine and the studio fee is only $1.00 if you wear your pajamas. I have some pretty serious rules about wearing my sleeping clothes in public, and Lincoln didn't think wearing his underwear would be a good idea, but we figured something out and met our friends for our activity date.
Here we are being ever so serious in our "pajamas" trying to concentrate on our bowls.
Here is the finished product. Try and guess which one is Lincoln's.

We had a great time. I look forward to all the other activity dates in the future. If you have any ideas or suggestions, I would love to hear them.

Client say the darndest things....

The other day I was taking one of my clients back to my station to cut her hair. This is how our conversation started.

me- (cough, cough)
client- "Are you sick?"
me- "I have a little sinus issue. I'm getting over it."
client- "Oh, cause you look awful."
me- "Um, well enough about me, let's talk about how you are doing."

This reminds me of another client who always has some wonderful things to say to me. This conversation seriously happened more than one time. She just couldn't get over it.

client- "I am so happy you went back to blonde. You look so much happier."
me- "Yeah, I do like my hair better blonde."
client- "You were just so depressed with that dark hair."
me- "I looked depressed with the dark hair?"
client- "No, you were depressed with your dark hair. I just don't think the goth look works for you."

Keep in mind that my "dark" hair wasn't all that dark. I also rarely wear black and I don't wear makeup to make me look at all gothic. But for some reason this client mentioned her feelings about my dark hair on multiple visits with me. I'll let you be the judge, this is me as a "depressed" brunette.

I also had one try to give me marital advice before Lincoln and I got married. My friend overheard her and just about died.

client- "What will your new husband do for a living?"
me- "He is in law school."
client- "Oh, get ready for a tough life. Most men who get a higher education are unfaithful to their wives."
me- totally shocked at what she said, "Are you saying that because Lincoln will be a lawyer he will cheat on me?"
client- "It could happen."
me- "Well, you don't know Lincoln."

Another jem of a conversation was when one of my clients wanted to know what I was doing with the rest of my life. No joke, this is what she said.

client- "What do you want to do for work."
me- "What? This is where I work."
client- "I mean, what do you want to do for a real job? When you are all done with this, what do you want to study in school?"
me- "I did go to school, and I studied cosmetology. This is what I want to do for a living."
client- "I don't think you are understanding what I am asking you."
me- "Yes, that's probably it."

Needless to say, we didn't talk much the rest of the service.

I love my clients. I have really easy ones, really high maintenance ones, clients that talk the entire service and ones that only say a few words. They are what make my work day complete, literally. I just think that sometimes they say the darndest things.

Thursday, February 12, 2009

Christmas in February

Since I am WAY behind on writing I thought I would just throw a couple pictures on here from Christmas and fill you in the with what we did. I would skip it all together, but it was Lincoln and my first Christmas and I need to write something about it.

We went to my grandparents in MI about 6 hours away. I have been there almost every year of my life, but I still get lost on the drive up. Since this was only Linc's second time he still wasn't sure about the drive. After the huge mess up with the map (totally my fault) and the horrible snow storm we finally made it there way off schedule, but we made it. We had a great time with the family that could make it. Almost everyone was there, but we were still missing a few. We kept busy playing in the snow, shooting some guns (very Christmasy don't you think), eating tons of food, having Wii competitions, and much more. It was a great long weekend. And thanks to Lincoln getting me a navigation system, we made it home in record time.

My grandma, bless her heart, always hires some local guy to come and play santa. She really wants to keep the dream alive with the kids. It usually goes pretty well. Unfortunately, this year "Santa" got his minivan stuck in the driveway and the guys had to push him out. My little nephew David, who is six, noticed right away and said, "Santa got his car stuck in the snow." Oops. I still think he believes, but I think my grandma almost had a heart attack over that one.

The "shooting range" was about 100 yards from the house. My grandparents live on enough land that we just went out back to have the fun. My grandpa has a small arsenal of weapons. He doesn't mess around. We believe in the second ammendment.

Lincoln is a great shot. He was very natural with a firearm.

This is me looking obviously very unnatural with a gun. I don't think letting out a little scream after each shot makes me all that tough.

It was a great time had by all. I think we need to have guns at every family gathering.

Sunday, February 8, 2009

What facial hair can do to a man

Lincoln recently got the bright idea that since he didn't have any interviews in the near future he needed to grow a beard. I was fine with this since his facial hair is reasonably even when it grows in and it doesn't make him look amish. Not that there is anything wrong with that. Anyway, he had the beard for a few weeks and by the way he was reacting to it, I thought I was stuck with a bearded man forever. He loved to talk about it's growth and thickness. We compared the color of it around his mouth to the color of it around his jaw. I honestly can say that the focus of our conversations revolved around the beard. It seemed like I was going to have to get used to kissing a hairy face. I can't say that I had that much of a problem with it. How can I expect him to be ok when I chop my hair off and color it all different colors, if I can't handle a little change in his hair too. Even if it is his facial hair. I thought he would have it forever, until one day when I was at work minding my own business and this guy behind me taps me on the back and says, "sugar, um, sugar." I turned around and found this.

A totally trashy looking guy with dip in his lip and a big bunch of flowers in his hands. It seriously took me a few beats before I realized it was him. He had tried trimming the beard, but got a little carried away. And true to everything we stand for he had to dress the part and pull the entire thing together with the vest, hat, shirt, even the three pieces of gum in his mouth to look like dip. I about died. My client loved it. It seriously made her day seeing my husband come to see me in costume. I had to remind her over and over that it was a joke and that he really doesn't look like that.

So, what has the facial hair been through since the horrible chops and goat? Luckily he decided to cut the chops, I HATE huge sideburns, but kept a mustache for a few days. It felt like I was cheating on Lincoln with a high school football coach from the 70's.

His dad loved it... I think he was the only one. Lincoln tried to keep it for another week, but just couldn't hack it.  

I have to say that I am happy to have my Lincoln back.