My-Not-So-Sordid Past

Hair Today, Gone Tomorrow, Part III

March 31, 2008

It has been awhile since I’ve publicly humiliated myself with a trip down the memory lane of hairstyles (see Part I here and Part II here). Don’t worry, I can take it and will see this series through to the bitter end.

Lest you think I’m “so brave” for doing this, I’ll preface this post by saying that these next few shots are from a period in my life where I was pretty happy with my hair, or lack thereof. Going super-short (and super blond) was freeing and fun and kicky and spirited and all those other obnoxious adjectives you’d expect to see in a Keds ad.

Here is the first photo, taken in the early 90’s, about 1992. Please note the absolutely hideous outfit that I am wearing. It was one of those voluminous one-piece, flowing pant suits, so, yes, that pattern goes all the way to the floor.

Moving on, this was also a time of lots of drinking; in this photo, I’m in a baby-doll type dress (channeling Courtney Love, minus the authenticity).
Oh, and then, just because the puppy is cute, there was this photo:
Finally, we shoot forward to mid-1996, a mere six months before I met Fairly Odd Husband. You can tell that I’m getting tired of ‘short-short’ and starting to grow out the back a bit (yes, I miss those sunglasses, and, no, that is not the same dress as in photo #1).

Next up: Lady in Red (hair).

Can I Get a Second Chance?

March 28, 2008

A homeschooling family we don’t know very well came by to borrow a curriculum we aren’t using. Before they arrived, I told the kids to pick up their toys a bit since we were making a “first impression”.

“When you meet someone for the first time, you don’t want to be wearing dirty clothes and have food in your teeth. Well, the same goes for your house.” (I believe this is a Confucius quote).

“Yeah, yeah”, they grumbled as little cars were thrown into a basket.

The family arrived, and we all crowded into the living room as the two youngest (our sons) decided they wanted to play trains. Belly tried to help set up the track with them as we watched. As she was about to finish the track, she noticed that she was faced with two pieces that would not join together.

“Mommy, we have two female ends, but we need a male or they won’t go together.”

Oh crap. At that moment I realized that most families probably do not use genitalia to describe their train tracks (hey, think of how easy explaining reproduction will be! “The mommy track waits for the daddy track. . .”). I cringed but said nothing.

Shortly after, the girls all ran giggling upstairs to play with dolls. I resisted the wicked urge to say, “boy, I hope they stay away from the guns, needles and porn” because I liked this mom and was not looking to scare her off. For the rest of the visit, we were all on our best behavior (except for D who refused to share his helicopter for no amount of bribing, begging or threatening).

After we were done discussing the curriculum, I took the mom upstairs to tell her girls it was time to go home. We entered the room, and I saw the girls happily playing with Barbies and horses and Little People.

And then my eyes traveled up the back wall of the room that used to be our office, but is now the kids’ playroom. Here is what I saw:

Oh, hell.

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Hair Today, Gone Tomorrow, Part II

February 27, 2008

Before I get into my next stage of “hair confusion” (to see the first stage, click here), let me see if I can convince you to look at something else instead. . .

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First, I signed myself up to participate in Neil Kramer’s (of Citizen of the Month fame) Great Interview Experiment. The gracious, kind and intelligent Mocha Momma was selected to interview me. When I found out that she is High School Administrator, I thought, “Oh, terrific, she gets to interview the homeschooling mother-freak!”

But, I hate to disappoint anyone who was hoping for some sort of “School versus Homeschool Mom Death Match” , because she was wonderful! Her questions were fun to answer and hopefully give her readers (who are thinking, “who the heck is that loser in a prom gown?”) a good picture of who I am. You can find the interview here.

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Next, I’m over at New England Mamas talking about some great in-home birthday party ideas for the rugrats. “Great” meaning: not a lot of money or prep time needed, yet fun for the age group in mind.

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Oh, you are still here? Well, I have something for you.

When I last left you in Bad-Hair Land, I was looking pretty bleached and fluffy. Slowly, I started to wean myself from the peroxide and even started going shorter:

What a vixen, eh?

Looks like I slept with my hair rolled in Coke cans.

Still not ready to show off my ears. But, my hair is less filling!

At the end of my last post, I said I’d share a photo from my perm days. Those days are actually much earlier than this series of photos, but a promise is a promise. So here I am, circa 1986: