So, hello.
I promise we really are going to have a special guest coming our way soon to talk about Apologetics in an everyday person way. I talked with him this week and I would have been able to get it together to post today but then I went and got my hair highlighted.
Now my brain can't produce a deep thought to save my life. All thoughts are of the surface variety.
My girls think my highlighted hair is the best thing I've ever done. I believe one of them said I look like a teenager. Seeing as someone at a recent speaking event guessed my age somewhere between 45 and 50, being called a teenager is like a healing balm to my shallow ego.
My son Mark said, "Oh you did something to your hair. It looks good." I explained that I had gotten some highlights put in it and I was still trying to decide if I liked it or not. I told him sometimes I'll walk past a mirror and think, "cute." But then five minutes later I'll find myself staring in the mirror thinking, "oh, dear."
He was then quick to add that he really didn't like it at all but didn't want to hurt my feelings. Coming from a boy wearing jeans with red and white paint designs down the side of one leg, I highly regard his fashion and hair advice.
I think the thing that is tripping me up is that I'm a rule follower. And well, earlier this week I talked to Shari Braendel... color expert and fashionista extraordinaire. I thought she would be so excited that I was actually stepping out into the highlighted world of women's hair. But no, no, no.
She told me that I am the color type "clear" and of all six color types only the clear should stay away from highlights. But I'd already made the appointment. So, I then had a crises in my little rule following heart.
In my book it was against the rules to cancel the appointment for the next day. But then it was also against the rules to go ahead and have my hair highlighted because I'm a "clear." Which obviously only applies to my coloring and not the state of my brain.
I showed up at the appointment and the sweetest hairdresser in the world named Dawn patiently discussed my options... she is the bomb and cuts most of the Proverbs girls' hair now. Anyhow, she encouraged me to try it and if I didn't like it, we could fix it.
And here we are with highlighted hair.
So, this morning I sit down in my nice little air conditioned house... which by the way doesn't have any live plants in it because I'm good at killing things that are green. No live plants... did you get that detail. That means no trees, no ferns, no live anything that can hide creatures okay? And I'm all thinking about my highlights and my blog post and I'm running my fingers through my hair and what to my wandering fingers should appear???!!!!???
I can't even type it without gagging.
I'm serious, I'm gagging right now.
Oh my stars, I can't even say it or write it.
So, that's where you come in... finish this story in a sentence or two and I'll pick one of you to win a copy of my book "The Bathtub is Overflowing But I Feel Drained... how to defeat mommy stress."
And you'll be happy to know that I wrote that book back when "clear" described my thoughts not my color scheme.
Happy Mother's Day weekend sweet friends.
I promise we really are going to have a special guest coming our way soon to talk about Apologetics in an everyday person way. I talked with him this week and I would have been able to get it together to post today but then I went and got my hair highlighted.
Now my brain can't produce a deep thought to save my life. All thoughts are of the surface variety.
My girls think my highlighted hair is the best thing I've ever done. I believe one of them said I look like a teenager. Seeing as someone at a recent speaking event guessed my age somewhere between 45 and 50, being called a teenager is like a healing balm to my shallow ego.
My son Mark said, "Oh you did something to your hair. It looks good." I explained that I had gotten some highlights put in it and I was still trying to decide if I liked it or not. I told him sometimes I'll walk past a mirror and think, "cute." But then five minutes later I'll find myself staring in the mirror thinking, "oh, dear."
He was then quick to add that he really didn't like it at all but didn't want to hurt my feelings. Coming from a boy wearing jeans with red and white paint designs down the side of one leg, I highly regard his fashion and hair advice.
I think the thing that is tripping me up is that I'm a rule follower. And well, earlier this week I talked to Shari Braendel... color expert and fashionista extraordinaire. I thought she would be so excited that I was actually stepping out into the highlighted world of women's hair. But no, no, no.
She told me that I am the color type "clear" and of all six color types only the clear should stay away from highlights. But I'd already made the appointment. So, I then had a crises in my little rule following heart.
In my book it was against the rules to cancel the appointment for the next day. But then it was also against the rules to go ahead and have my hair highlighted because I'm a "clear." Which obviously only applies to my coloring and not the state of my brain.
I showed up at the appointment and the sweetest hairdresser in the world named Dawn patiently discussed my options... she is the bomb and cuts most of the Proverbs girls' hair now. Anyhow, she encouraged me to try it and if I didn't like it, we could fix it.
And here we are with highlighted hair.
So, this morning I sit down in my nice little air conditioned house... which by the way doesn't have any live plants in it because I'm good at killing things that are green. No live plants... did you get that detail. That means no trees, no ferns, no live anything that can hide creatures okay? And I'm all thinking about my highlights and my blog post and I'm running my fingers through my hair and what to my wandering fingers should appear???!!!!???
I can't even type it without gagging.
I'm serious, I'm gagging right now.
Oh my stars, I can't even say it or write it.
So, that's where you come in... finish this story in a sentence or two and I'll pick one of you to win a copy of my book "The Bathtub is Overflowing But I Feel Drained... how to defeat mommy stress."
And you'll be happy to know that I wrote that book back when "clear" described my thoughts not my color scheme.
Happy Mother's Day weekend sweet friends.
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