Jarod: "Give us a roar!"

If you were thinking about getting a hair cut to boost your self-esteem, thinking a new look could do you some good, my warning to you is: think long and hard about it. That, or be willing to shell out the big bucks to have it done by someone really good. At least be sure that if the person doesn't speak English, it's because the salon imported them just because they are that good. Needless to say, I got my hair cut. If you can call it that. Maybe I should say I got my hair butchered by not only one, but two very cruel women. If you've never felt insecure or unhappy with your appearance as a woman, then I hate you, and you're not longer welcome to read my blog. (jk) It just so happens that I have been feeling less than pleased with my physical appearance as of late. As a remedy, I thought I'd get a hair cut, and put a little life back into my hair at the very least...what's a quicker fix than a hair cut, right? So, off we went to the salon. Let me rewind a little bit. First, I subjected myself to the painful process of swim suit shopping. It's depressing enough seeing myself in a swim suit, but seeing the look on my husband's face, and knowing he's thinking "what happened to the body I married?" is much worse. Not only do I have to be subjected to feelings of self-loathing and inadequacy getting into a bathing suit...I have to pay a fortune for it! Does it strike anyone else as ridiculous that we have to pay so much for an article of clothing that hardly covers anything?! So, if I wasn't feeling like I needed a boost before looking for a swim suit...I definitely felt like one afterward. So, into the salon. I guess I should've known better, when the stylist had me facing away from the mirror the entire time, and didn't have me check it when she was done. Note to self: always insist on facing the mirror when getting hair cut. When she was done, I was mortified. I asked "is this going to look like a mullet?!" She assured me that it wouldn't. The question I should've asked: "is this going to make me look like I belong in an 80s hair band?" Her answer would've been a resounding "YES!" I left and told Jarod how much I hated it. He then suggested that we go somewhere else to get it fixed. So, I pulled as much of it back as I could...and we headed off to another salon. When I sat down in the chair the stylist asked "what you like?" I should've bolted right then and there. If I'd had communication problems with the first girl, it certainly wasn't bound to get better with someone who didn't speak my same language. All I could say was "I got my hair cut, and I hate it. I'm looking for a fix." As I took my hair down my stylist, and the one next to me gasped and looked at me with horror struck eyes. That's when the tears started to well up...again. In the end, the best fix this woman could come up with was having my bangs start in the middle of my head, and making the already awful face frame, even shorter, so that now it's impossible to pull my hair back. My husband's suggestion...go back to being "hat girl". Maybe some of you who knew me in college remember my hat phase. So, in the end I was left looking like I should either be singing "If I were king of the forest!" or "rock you like a hurricane!" When I was talking and laughing with Kathleen about it last night, she commented that at least I have a sense of humor about it. I told her that well, in this family, I have to, and really, I have to laugh to keep from crying. I've only cried after three hair cuts in my life, and this was one of them. If you've never cried after a hair cut, you've obviously never had one as bad as this. It's a good thing hair grows back. Now if only it grew faster! Oh, and Kathleen, you were right...it is much worse after a wash and blow dry! This morning Jarod and I realized who I really look like. Do you remember the movie Wedding Singer? We're pretty sure I have the same hair cut as the girl who played Adam Sandler's fiance.