5 days, 5 days and WE ARE GOING TO THE SUPERBOWL! We got our seat assignments about 10 days ago and as I was hoping for the 35 yard line, we got more like the end zone. Now I am NOT complaining, as we are close to the tunnel so we can cheer(or Boo) depending on who comes out our tunnel. Through the years we have sat many different places throughout the stadium and there really are no bad seats. Besides as much as I enjoy football as a sport we are really going for the experience.
This week will be a busy week for me as I haven't been out much since Christmas and that was a rough time as well. I need to get me nails and toes done as well as my get my roots done. I will get the high and low lights another day as that makes for a very long time in the chair. My mother grew up going to the salon with her mother as did I. Early on it was just new hair cuts or braids before a performance. When I was around 16, I committed the cardinal sin which I wish I could take back. One day while laying out in the sun with my girlfriend, we put Sun-IN in our hair. My hair has never been the same since and I have been coloring from that day forward.
I was lucky in that as a brunette, my hair should have turned orange(as my friends did), but mine did as the bottle said and gave my hair that sun-kissed look. The problem was I originally had beautiful subtle red high-lights(all natural, my dad is a red head). So when I was bored with the lighter color and tried to back to my natural, it never came back in as pretty as it was. So I began to color it closer to my natural chestnut color in the falls and winter and blond in spring and summer(yes, blonde's absolutely have more fun at least when you are young!). When we moved to Florida and I was in the sun a great deal, I began to keep it blond most of the time. That is what it is now, but as women on my mother's side grey very early(I am 37 and I'd guess 30-40%grey) I have to color my roots and then do high and low lights. I love the color it is now and have had it the last 8 years.
I'm not sure if I ever "enjoyed" going to the hair salon as I was usually fitting it in between clients so I never had time to relax and enjoy it. I never used to get my nails done and kept them very short. I had them put on for my cousins wedding a few years ago and liked the way they looked so I have tried to keep them on.
Now I consider the salon a torture chamber. If I wasn't so grey, I would never go back. When I first became very sick, I gave it up and had my husband help me color my hair but the store bought ones dried my hair. I found a salon I like and after going for awhile and getting to know my stylist and shared with her my illness, she offered to come to the house when I was too ill to go to the salon. That helped me out tremendously but she has moved away and I'm not too familiar with the new girl yet. So for now I go and dread every minute of it. She tries to get me done as quickly as possible and many times I'll leave with a wet head as I can no longer sit in the chair.
The nail salon is not much better. I watch all the women coming in enjoying their pedicures and manicures. Even though I am 5'5", my legs are short and I can't quite comfortably reach the stools. I count every second until I can get home and lie down. I do like getting them done because then I don't have to worry about it again for almost a month. My disease slows down the growth of my nails. Then a least I look somewhat groomed!
I really only do this now on special occasions as it has become too hard to do regularly. Just one of the many things we all take for granted that has a whole new perspective from chronic pain.
This week will be a busy week for me as I haven't been out much since Christmas and that was a rough time as well. I need to get me nails and toes done as well as my get my roots done. I will get the high and low lights another day as that makes for a very long time in the chair. My mother grew up going to the salon with her mother as did I. Early on it was just new hair cuts or braids before a performance. When I was around 16, I committed the cardinal sin which I wish I could take back. One day while laying out in the sun with my girlfriend, we put Sun-IN in our hair. My hair has never been the same since and I have been coloring from that day forward.
I was lucky in that as a brunette, my hair should have turned orange(as my friends did), but mine did as the bottle said and gave my hair that sun-kissed look. The problem was I originally had beautiful subtle red high-lights(all natural, my dad is a red head). So when I was bored with the lighter color and tried to back to my natural, it never came back in as pretty as it was. So I began to color it closer to my natural chestnut color in the falls and winter and blond in spring and summer(yes, blonde's absolutely have more fun at least when you are young!). When we moved to Florida and I was in the sun a great deal, I began to keep it blond most of the time. That is what it is now, but as women on my mother's side grey very early(I am 37 and I'd guess 30-40%grey) I have to color my roots and then do high and low lights. I love the color it is now and have had it the last 8 years.
I'm not sure if I ever "enjoyed" going to the hair salon as I was usually fitting it in between clients so I never had time to relax and enjoy it. I never used to get my nails done and kept them very short. I had them put on for my cousins wedding a few years ago and liked the way they looked so I have tried to keep them on.
Now I consider the salon a torture chamber. If I wasn't so grey, I would never go back. When I first became very sick, I gave it up and had my husband help me color my hair but the store bought ones dried my hair. I found a salon I like and after going for awhile and getting to know my stylist and shared with her my illness, she offered to come to the house when I was too ill to go to the salon. That helped me out tremendously but she has moved away and I'm not too familiar with the new girl yet. So for now I go and dread every minute of it. She tries to get me done as quickly as possible and many times I'll leave with a wet head as I can no longer sit in the chair.
The nail salon is not much better. I watch all the women coming in enjoying their pedicures and manicures. Even though I am 5'5", my legs are short and I can't quite comfortably reach the stools. I count every second until I can get home and lie down. I do like getting them done because then I don't have to worry about it again for almost a month. My disease slows down the growth of my nails. Then a least I look somewhat groomed!
I really only do this now on special occasions as it has become too hard to do regularly. Just one of the many things we all take for granted that has a whole new perspective from chronic pain.
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