Perfect 10 Challenge Week 5 Update

Baaaad mood. Baaaaaadddddd mood. Oh it's bad. Today is not a good day to get in my way. How about we kick off this Week 5 Challenge update with the tidbit about me, hmmm? I got my hair done yesterday. Cut and colored. I typically go a few months between hair appointments because I'm just not one to make appointments for things and I don't like spending that much money any more often than is absolutely necessary. By that much money, I mean $350 a pop. Yes, I know it's ridiculous. $350 to get my hair cut and colored every few months. But I can't even begin to tell you all the horror stories of people messing up my hair over the years.

I have naturally curly hair. It's weird though because it's sort of a hybrid. It's fine like a white girl's hair and curly like a black girl's hair. So it typically baffles people. They say they know how to cut it and they understand how it will react but they are all too often completely clueless. The result is me with a horribly bad haircut that ranges from pyramid head to afro girl. One big big big no-no for a naturally curly head of hair is any kind of texturing. Stylists, that means you keep those stupid razor blades and those horrible texture scissors in your little kit and away from my head. But for some reason that I have yet to understand, they don't listen to this advice. Do they not teach you about these things in your little beauty schools? If not, they should. If they do, you should PAY ATTENTION in class ladies and gents.

I've been to tons of the top salons and usually they're no better than a Super Cuts or Fantastic Sams or Great Clips kind of place. But every so often, I find one stylist who not only listens to the words that are coming out of my mouth but who also seems to have paid attention in school a little. When I find those people, I hang on to them until they either die or turn up missing and I will pay any amount to know what I'm going to get from them. That's how I end up paying $350 a pop. And that's why it's worth paying $350 a pop.

So what happened to me yesterday you ask. Well, I went against my better judgement and decided that I should be able to find a decent stylist for less than that ridiculous price. This thought fueled by the economically sound judgement portion of my brain. You know the part that deals with budget and W-2s and bills and such. So I went on a friend's recommendation to go to a different salon and see someone with 25 years experience and a passion for working with curly hair. And it was going to save me a whopping $200. Why not I thought to myself with my husband cheering in the background.

So I went to said new very experienced passionate stylist. Told her of all my horrible woes of the past and how one time a girl was so stupid as to texture my hair with a razor blade and I ended up with a giant poof ball on my head. My instructions were to keep the length and just trim it to reshape accordingly. But I also wanted something a bit different, sexy, and funky. She talked the talk really good. Convinced me that we should go with some chunky red and blonde highlights in my natural base color. I love red. Deal. Done. Let's do it. She whipped out the foil and starting coloring my hair. Everything looked normal.

Then came the cut. She just barely trimmed the ends off the bottom so I thought it was going to be fine. I thought she listened and was accomodating my wishes. Yes, she cut only a 1/4inch of the bottom or so but then she started "reshaping" my cut by chopping 3 god damn inches off of everything else. My hair was shoulder length as it was. 3 inches is a lot to take off of my hair. Then as if that wasn't enough, she pulled out those tools of the devil. Texture scissors. She then proceeded to texture alllllllll over my head. I'm holding my breath right about that point. Trying not to scream out in terror because as you well know, once it's done, it's done. Once she cut the 3 inches off, it then became too late to say something. Only time will allow it to be corrected. And with the texturing, as she was doing it she saw my face I guess and started trying to convince me that it was going to be perfect. That for some strange reason, the idiot who did it to my hair before just didn't understand how to correctly texture hair. UM! They're scissors. How much different can it be?

I ended up with 3 count them, 1, 2, 3 highlights. 3 HIGHLIGHTS! WTF?!?! Who does that? I mean seriously! WTF?!?! Now I've got shorter hair all around my head except for the bottom. And it's TEXTURED so it's already frizzy. I put enough product in my hair today to sour the environment myself and it seems to be no match for the frizz generating atop my head. So now what, I get to go back down to the shitty neighborhoold where the place is and complain to get some of my money back then go spend even more to pay my normal guy to do what he can to fix it? Or I go to the store and grab a box of color and just go home and deal with it myself and keep emptying the contents of every product I have in my hair to manage the fro going on up here? Not happy about either solution.

GOALS

1. ACSM - Studying but not enough. Blah blah blah. Story of my life.
2. House - Not even close.
3. 8 of 10 Actions - Um...NOPE
4. 5K - Guess! NO! Instead, I'm having shin splints. Looks like I might have to scratch this one off my list.
5. 1lb/week - Whatever. I wish. I'm going to be lucky to lose 1 lb by the end of the challenge.
6. 4 week challenge - Done. Over.
7. Skiing - Cancelled
8. Nephew - Well. I tried to call my brother. I don't even know if it was the right number. We shall see.
9. Pasta - Did it.
10. Yard - Not yet.

So there you have it. Miserable failure!

Happy Friday