Jack slept through reveille this morning! I guess that boy’s tired! Our power was off, too, for just over an hour. We had a lot of rain during the night so I guess that had something to do with it. And it looks like our neighbor’s awning is down! I really don’t think that they put it that way, but he just went to work and left it so maybe it’s supposed to be like that.
Today was another fussy day for Jack. This boy needs a nap, but I’m hoping to get my hair cut today. During school I chatted with Tiffany; I’m looking forward to spending time with her and her kiddos.
The consignment shop here on base is closed for the time being, and I’m not allowed in the Airman’s Attic. Oh well. I was looking forward to some on-base thrifting before my haircut! I did get to talk toTed though, so that was good. After we hung up I drove right over to the beauty shop on base and proceeded to get the worst haircut in my life!
When I walked in I told the girl I wanted my bangs to be trimmed to right below my eyebrows, I put my finger right there so there would be no doubt about what I wanted. I also said I wanted hair to be over the tops of my ears, and to use the clippers with a number 6 guard in the back. Then I showed her a picture of how I had it cut the last time, and left that photo open the whole time she was cutting. The first thing she did was trim my bangs; they seemed a little short but she trimmed them right across, so what could I do then? I sat in the chair and hoped and prayed that she was doing good job, and kept reminding myself that this was all an adventure. What I could see her cutting seemed to be fine, except for the bangs. After she’d been cutting for a while I realized she was muttering under her breath, just really talking to herself. She stopped for a while and then she started again, and then at one point she laughed out loud!
I had asked her to cut the the back short because I have cowlicks back there that go crazy when it gets longer. When she took the cape off she asked if I wanted the back any shorter because she could do that. I looked at myself in the mirror and told her I didn’t want any part of my hair any shorter. I said I’d asked her to cut my bangs to below my eyebrows and there they were halfway up my forehead! She said that she was sorry, but she didn’t realize how much of a curl my hair had. She cut my hair dry! That’s the best way to see what kind of curl there is! She said she was sorry once more and that I’d only have to pay $10 for the haircut since she messed it up. I gave it to her and she tried to give me her business card for next time but I left it there. I went out to the truck and called Mom and we laughed so hard! I was describing what she had done and then in the middle of a sentence I realized that she had cut my left side with a quarter of an inch of hair hanging over the top of my ear, but no hair over the top of my right ear! I’m sure it was super funny for Mom to hear me realize that. Papa was in the background yelling for me to go get my money back. I don’t think he was very serious, but I decided there was no harm in trying. I walked back in and she wasn’t at the front desk. I hoped nobody else was getting their hair cut, and wondered how far along she would have to be in the cut before I shouldn’t warn them to run away! She was by herself in the back getting ready to hang up a sign that she was closing the shop for a few minutes. I told her I wanted my money back because on further inspection I saw that she didn’t cut the two sides of my head the same length. She didn’t seem surprised or worried, she just said okay and headed to the front to get my change. She started entering info into the computer and asked for my email address. I told her I didn’t have one. A little bit later she asked for my address, and I told her I didn’t have one here. After about 10 more minutes she finally figured out how to open the cash drawer and gave me my money back. As soon as it was in my hand I asked her if there was anyone else that cut hair in the shop, she said there were only the barbers next door. Then I asked to speak to her manager and she said she was the manager! I asked if there was absolutely no one else who ever cut hair in that office and she said there wasn’t, and why did I ask? I told her I wanted somebody to trim my hair up and she offered to do it!!! I thanked her and said no, and she said I could go next door and pay the barbers to straighten my hair out.
While on the phone with Mom I asked when she was coming and said maybe she could straighten my hair out. She said the thing she asked me to pray for the other day may be the cause of her not being able to come here. Ugh. Guess that’s the way it goes! She told me that Jo had gotten a really bad haircut today too! I called her on the way home and we laughed and laughed.
At home Max still had some school to do, and I called Jennifer to ask for her help a little bit. We had another great long chat; I really need to make that a weekly thing! After I got off the phone Max made a D in Bible and really lost his cool. We worked on that a bit and then it was time for them to go to the playground while I made pizza for supper.
I have to say, I think this was the best pizza I’d ever made! I put parmesan and mozzarella on the base and cooked it, then cut up prosciutto on top, and topped that with arugula. For some bites I drizzled our great oil on top, but that wasn’t even necessary. It was awesome! Woot!
I’d texted Tiffany about my hair and she says she cuts hair! So she offered to come out to the playground to salvage my head. I made up some pizza dough as a thank-you and we headed out after supper. Making new friends in new places is so awesome, but this really took the cake! I don’t hate my hair, but I don’t think this is a good look for me, and it’s not at all what I asked for. Oh well, I guess in about 3 weeks it’ll be all over. I’ll just pretend like I have confidence about it, cause what else can I do?