"Hair ye, hair ye!"

I consider hair to be a form of art. I try really hard to take good care of my own and am constantly in search of that perfect blend of colors for me. The kind of hair that makes you look good even when you are sick and bloated. The kind of hair that people walk up to you and ask how you do it or where you get it done so they can get it too. It it is my mini obsession. Poor Jonathon has to hear about it all the time and I know that is such an un-manly topic for such a manly man! So, here I am letting it all out in the blog so that I can give Jonathon's ear a break.

I've felt for awhile now that I'd like to go to a more natural-looking 'do. I attempted it a few months ago and still regret going to a hair school to try it. I ended up spending 6 hours there just trying to get it back to a blonde that would look OK. That was when I vowed to never go to a school for certain things again, a weave being one of them. Anyway, I think I'd enjoy having a lighter brunette color with even lighter color in the front around the face.

I don't think blonde necessarily looks BAD on me. In fact, most of the time I love it! Jonathon especially loves it. Not because it's the blonde stereotype. Actually, when we first started dating, I had blonde hair and he asked me to dye it brown. So wanting to try out something new anyway, I did. And it was okay and all, but we both were excited for me to get back to blonde! Jonathon says the brown just didn't fit my personality. It didn't do anything for me. The blonde was just happy and cute.

So I think I've decided that I'm going to try to get the perfect blonde once more. I was at Costco and I saw a lady walk by with what I thought was a beautiful head of hair. I decided I'll ask her where she got it done and tell them to do the exact same thing. I've tried showing many pictures and describing it every way I can, and it never seems to come out the way I'd like. Maybe I have this idea in my head that is just unrealistic. Or that if the hair style turned out right, it'd also make me lose 5 pounds, make the gaps in my teeth close up, and make my boobs grow too! I hope this turns out well though. I'd like to finish just one time at a salon and say "It's perfect-I love it!" And I'm very hopeful that this will be the time.

Now, if this is not the way it goes, it's okay. Plan B is to keep the look for summer (it's alright to be blonde in the summer anyway!) and force myself to try out the natural brunette look again. I feel like I LOOK better with blonde hair and it's fun and bubbly, but I feel like I FEEL better with brunette. I don't like blonde hair to try and fit the barbie mold. And that is probably the reason I would like to think I'd like brunette better. Dang molds. It is also my dream to be what I like to call a "granola" someday. Many of these granolas live up in the Northwest. They eat organic food and plant gardens and go biking. Typically, they don't have blonde hair! So, I got a few years before we move up there to work on it. :)

Okay, I know this doesn't make any difference to other people and it probably seems strange that someone can write this much about their hair. I could probably write ten times this, honest! It's on my mind constantly.

Now it is on this page.

We have a blog? And cellulite.

Well, my dear, sweet sister Shirley just reminded me that we have a blog! So, I'll add to it today.

Today I'm going to begin the never ending quest of getting back in shape. What IS "in shape" anyway? I swear after you get married everything drops and spreads. It's inevitable. It's like you get married then BAM! you gain a pound. Before you even make it to the reception probably. I've found cellulite in places I didn't even know could get cellulite! And everyone tells me just goes downhill from there. Now, this is not really something that I'm obsessed with. I decided long ago I'd probably eventually gain weight and get that doughy "mom" look that 9 out of 10 women experience and that other 1 person is the one nobody likes anyway. But I decided last Saturday after heading to Golden Coral with Jonathon and his grandma and after stuffing myself with at least 4 helpings and then the third time back from the dessert bar that it's just plain unhealthy. I was fortunate enough to take anatomy and physiology classes last semester. These were such interesting classes, really, very fascinating. And I learned in depth about all the dangers of many healthy problems people are experiencing today. These are problems caused by everyday things that everyone knows about but just doesn't think it needs to be a concern for them or that it will ever happen to them for that matter. AND with watching all the forensic files/murder investigation shows that I do, I want to be able to outrun anybody that tries to kidnap me! And be able to beat them up with one hit. POW! Who cares if something sags or you get a dimple here or there, the fact of the matter is that I want to be able to live and experience life to the fullest for as long as I can. With my habits I've fallen into the last year or so, I don't feel like I could do that. So, with that said, I'm aiming to try and just be a little bit better day by day. Take only one brownie instead of two. Have an apple for a snack instead of my fig newtons. Each moment can be a huge accomplishment if you treat it as such. So even if I go for a run one morning when I ate the whole box of cookies the night before, I will be proud of myself for that run and say "Kudos to you Nancy!" People don't give themselves enough credit and applause as they deserve for the everyday mini-triumphs.

I must be very passionate to be able to write so much on the matter. Or just too lazy to finally get up and start my day. Treadmill, here I come. (Imagine the Rocky theme now...)

:)





Below is a picture of adipose tissue a.k.a. fat. Other tissue in the body are tiny compared to these big ol honkers! Just thought this would be interesting for anyone interested.

Boo Jazz.

The jazz lost. Bummmmmmer.