Haircut

So I got a deal. $15 for a wash, cut, style and manicure at the Beauty school. I excitedly booked my appointment for this morning so James could watch the baby. Funny how she is two and I still call her baby.

I drove 40 minutes to my hair deal. A bustling salon. A great, new student called my name. Tight black leggings with a tight black t-shirt. Her dyed black hair.

3 hours later I was still there.

My back was wet because she didn't really know how to wash hair quite yet.

She lives her with boyfriend and they are not getting married until she gets a huge ring.

She told me that she was going to do an awesome job becasue it sounded like I was a kick -a** mom. (the only thing I told her was that I stayed at home and I had three kids)

But she told me that she wished her mom would have stayed home with her. So I guess that's where I got the kick-a** mom award from.

She asked if my husband and I still have a little "you know" in our marriage.

I re-assured that that we still got it "goin on".

She seemed pleased.

She asked if I get to watch "soaps" all day because I stay home.

I actually didn't even know where to start on that one.

I told her I was raised in Utah.

"oh, so you're grunge?"

I asked her to explain.

Apparently Utah is known for being grunge and having dang good coffee.

She said she heard it was because "there is like this really repressive religion and stuff and people want to rebel."

I was actually so tired from sitting in that chair for three hours that I couldn't even tell her that I was one of them "repressive religion people that make people drink coffee and wear flannel shirts."

My head felt like it was on fire because she was pulling that round brush so dang tight I nearly had to take two tylenol to take the edge off.

I didn't have time for the manicure because after three hours I had to get back to pick up my kids from school.

Then she finally came clean.

"I am so glad I got you because I was really, really nervous. "You were my first chick hair cut. I cut my dad's hair, but your my first girl."

I figured.

She had only told me about twenty times during our three hour friendship that she was really, really nervous.

I was also a little suspicious when she asked her supervisor when she should deep condition my hair. Before or after the cut.

She actually did a great job. I told her many times. We really were good friends by the end of our ordeal.

Way to go friend! Your first chick haircut down!