It all started in January when the Pittsburgh Steelers won their division and were on their way to the Superbowl. My father-in-law coaches for the Steelers so Lance and I were on our way to Tampa. I had a list of things to get ready for that weekend starting with a haircut. Just a trim, right above the shoulders. I still remember my hair right below my shoulders when I went in for a cut. That was almost six months ago. Now my hair is at my chin. The witch who cut my hair was crying when she came out for my appointment. I didn’t think anything of it, I didn’t think I was about to set in motion a punishment that would last a year. The witch cut my hair to my chin and it was so uneven that it was noticeable to everyone. I started hyperventilating, pulling at my hair trying to make it longer, trying to put it in a ponytail- impossible. Then I called the Salon and started bitching. I called weekly for a month demanding the lady get fired. I had to pay another $80 bucks to have somebody try and fix it, only to be told that there were pieces so short that there wasn’t much she could do. Short hair was NOT the look I was going for at the Superbowl. I demanded that Lance instruct his family not to say one thing about my hair. Of course, they didn’t listen and told me how good it looked. Let me tell you how bad it was…the other day, I went in for a hair trim again and my own father begged me not to cut it so short again. Like I had asked for that haircut. Another friend saw me two months after the haircut and responded that it wasn’t so bad. When people talk about your hair, “not so bad” is not what you want to hear.

So why am I writing about this now after all these months? Because after letting my hair grow and finally being able to put most of it into a ponytail, I had to get a trim again to encourage new growth and to try and fix some of the problem spots that had grown long enough to even out. And guess what? I am RIGHT BACK WHERE I STARTED. My husband said it perfectly the other day, “Sandra screwed you for a year, maybe longer.” I might start calling that salon again to get her fired for my hair still being this short. My new hairdresser tried to explain that it had to be cut short again to even out all the pieces. (I might add that she explained this AFTER cutting my hair this short again.) That makes sense except I don’t want short hair, I would rather have uneven hair than this hair right now. PLUS, I have had two different people check out my hair and tell me that there are still uneven pieces. I want to wear a bag over my head and kill my former hair dresser.

Notice the sidebar…We’ve had a couple of birthdays around here. I’ll write more about it this week, but I wanted to point out that both Goose and Kobra celebrated their birthdays last week. Now I have a five year old and a one year old. Baby Hulk so wanted to celebrate his birthday too and didn’t understand why he had to wait for another month.

We’ve all heard the news about Michael Jackson passing away yesterday. I hadn’t really thought much of Michael Jackson lately. Sure there was always something bizarre to hear about him- from him showing up to court in pajamas to dangling a baby outside a hotel window. Like everyone else that grew up with his music, I’ve been watching videos on youtube and listening to music I haven’t heard in years. And it brought back a memory from years ago…21 years to be exact.

My friends and I skipped school to go drink at someone’s house. During this time, someone dialed 911 from the house. The cops didn’t respond until after school hours so we didn’t get caught skipping school that time! We listened to music all day on MTV, you know, back when they played videos all day long. When The Way You Make Me Feel came on, Paul screamed in sync with Michael Jackson. This is one of my favorite memories of Paul and high school in general. Paul screaming along with Michael Jackson is just not him at all. It still brings a smile to my face.

Here is a link to the video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sEU9Q8NlOiY

Another week of Super Saints. It’s only our second week, and I am feeling so excited about this group. I love the fellowship for our kids. This week we focused on Saints Peter and Paul since their feast day is June 29th. We had a coloring page, a story and made holy cards decorated with rhinestones. The craft turned out really nice, and the kids were so proud of the work. Our snack was goldfish to signify St. Peter as the “fisher of men.”

Saints Peter and Paul, Pray for Us!

Goose was reading a book about St. Paul this week and we left off when St. Paul was trying to escape. His friends had come up with an idea to get him outside the walls. We’ve been working on comprehension lately. He reads so fast that I don’t think he always picks up what he is reading. So during this book, I asked him questions after each page and we talked about some lessons from St. Paul’s life. I think this made him really interested in the story because the next day when I wondered out loud about how St. Paul might escape Goose said, “oh mommy, I read ahead.” He then proceeded to show me several pages forward and told me how the story ended. Anyway who knows me can tell you that this is me. I want to know what my presents are before my birthday, the ending of a movie, I skip ahead in books no matter how hard I try. I’m so proud Goose is following in my footsteps!