We've all done it...We've all pretended like we could do something, when we knew we couldn't, just so we could do it. Like when someone asks you, "can you drive a fork lift?" and you can't, but you reply, "yeah". Next thing you know you crashed the fork lift into your house and that same guy is yelling "WHOA WHAT? I thought you said you knew how to drive a fork lift?" and all you can think to say is "Ooooh, you said a fork lift? Nope..." lol.
I've never crashed a fork lift into someone's house, but I did tell Elise Dungan I could cut her a cute a-line haircut when I had not yet learned how. I was still in freshman which is a 6 week course where you are only allowed to practice on a mannequin. So really shame on Elise for asking me to break the rules and give her a haircut. Well it was that exact day that my instructor demonstrated an adorable a-line haircut, and after that weekend we were going to learn it. After watching her do it, and having plenty of a-line haircuts on myself I told Elise I would LOVE to give her one.
She came over and sat on a stool in my kitchen. With her trust, and my husband and her brother sitting by watching, the pressure was on. It started out great and I was feeling confident, but that's because I had only cut the perimeter. When it was time to cut layers my brain was racing back and forth between cutting Elise's hair and the haircut my instructor showed us. It was then that Elise asked how it was going. I laughed and said "Well I forgot to mention that i've never actually done this haircut before, but so far it looks good." Elise laughed nervously and said "Wait, seriously? Do you know what you are doing?" I told her how I had watched my instructor do it earlier and it shouldn't be to hard. I also reminded her that I could do any cut, but I didn't say I could make it cute.
Well as it turns out, it's a hard cut. I ruined her layers. The back of her head looked like I used a cheese grader instead of scissors. She cried, I cried, and the boys laughed. It was the weekend and my school was closed so she couldn't go get it fixed. Her students made fun of her that weekend, but when she wasn't at church a hat made her look really cute. When she finally got it fixed I told her not to mention I did it. For one I wasn't allowed to do hair outside of school yet, and for two I still had a year with those girls and I wasn't about to ruin my reputation. The Sr. girls who fixed her hair laughed and said it was horrible, that was enough punishment.
About two months later Elise came back into my school and I redeemed myself, cutting her the most beautiful a-line haircut ever. Now when she wants something I warn her if I haven't done it yet.
Other than that time I have NEVER ruined someone's hair. I am three months away from graduating my year long program and I have grown so much as a stylist. But last night....I butchered some old ladies layers. First off she had a recent perm that fried her hair and made it so tangly. I spent seven minutes just trying to brush through it. She was in for a weave (high lights) and a trim with some new layers. Well normally she gets low lights (a darker color along with blonde high lights) so she doesn't look platinum blonde. So when she saw the blonde she wasn't a fan. Then I did the trim and that went great.
Her hair was tangled up so much I could barley get a comb through it. As I started doing her layers the tangled mess made me lose my guide. Not wanting to ruin her hair more than I probably just did, I blow dried it and told her I would finish it dry. Well having mirrors everywhere she saw the back of her hair and the "layers" I started to give her and freaked out. It looked worse than Elise's hair. Plus this lady had very long hair, to the middle of her back, and now her shortest layer was barley past her shoulder. Which she had agreed to, but saw it and hated it.
I could not redeem myself on this one, so I got my instructor to finish the cut. Layers normally take about 5-8 minutes to cut. He spent an additional 30 min trying to fix her hair. I could see the look on her face, it was a look of terror because all her long hair was getting chopped off. WHOOPS. What made it worse was that she kept saying things like "It will take me a few days to get used to it, but I guess my husband likes blondes so he might like it." or "oh yeah, I just normally wear it in a pony tail or a side braid now I just don't think I can...it's ok though. It's something new."
I wanted to die. I felt so bad because the appointment had gone so perfect the whole time. And she was such a busy person, this was her relaxing time. She even fell asleep while her color was processing. When she left everyone, but her, loved it and thought it looked fine. I obviously did not get a tip, and I did not deserve one. On the positive side, I'll never see her again and I'm officially on my three day weekend, so who cares!
Saturday, May 26, 2012
Wednesday, May 23, 2012
And The OCD Strikes Again
7 Months ago I was a mess. OCD and anxiety had gotten the best of me in so many different ways. I finally gave in and got medical help. For a month I was on anxiety medicine that was really calming me down and letting me take control of my life again. When I found out I was pregnant I immediately stopped taking my medication. I felt great though, like it was the little push I needed to learn how to control my problem. It's been 6 months since I have had an anxiety attack from OCD.
Recently I have started noticing some of my old symptoms, crossing my fingers that this wouldn't become a problem again. Unfortunately today was that day where I let my fears and anxiety get the best of me. I had let a friend use my hair cutting tools for her client. While she was cutting his hair, I started cleaning out my whole kit. When she was done she was very nice and put my apron and cape neatly away where they belonged.
I lost it. My cape and apron just went into my very clean and sterile kit without being folded by me, the way I needed them to be folded. I tried to stay calm, I told myself "It doesn't matter" and I reminded myself that the worst thing that could happen is they stay in my kit still folded by her. As I kept cleaning the rest of my kit I slowly started to feel my chest tighten up, and my breaths get quicker. I took one more look at those stupid aprons and I knew my anxiety was beyond me. I stepped out side and cried. The one person I can always count on to "understand" my anxiety attacks is my mom, so I called her.
On the phone we went through the basic questions, What's the worst that can come from this? Why can't I just leave it alone? What can I do to fix the problem? She always helps me calm down, and turn every situation into laughter. I was able to go back inside, clean and refold my apron and cape. Every time I thought about the situation, tears would come to my eyes. Surrounded by friends and classmates, I knew I had to suck it up and not let it get to me. It was done with.
It's times like this that are so annoying. It's very ridiculous that someone would cry because someone kindly returned what they had borrowed. It's embarrassing, but it helps me to talk about it, go over the situation and learn ways to avoid the situation from happening again. Next time I will tell others to just leave my stuff at my station and I will GLADLY clean it up.
I am still trying to find the reason or reasons as to why these little things bother me. I have noticed I have more attacks when my life becomes stressful. Stressful defiantly explains my life right now. I have to take a month off of work because I can't be on my feet after school, I have to go to school for 47 hours a week for the next 14 weeks so I can graduate in time for Madison, we are moving next month, and next Thursday, May 31st, is my school's huge hair show in Sandy.
I can only take it day by day, but I am trying to watch my stress and keep calm especially for Madison's sake. I have always worried that this will effect my parenting. If Madison spills something or does something I don't want her to do. How will I handle it? I can't spend my time crying, I need to push it aside and put Madison first. I plan on going back on my medication after I have stopped breast feeding Maddie, but only time will tell. All I want is to put my anxiety and OCD to an end.
Recently I have started noticing some of my old symptoms, crossing my fingers that this wouldn't become a problem again. Unfortunately today was that day where I let my fears and anxiety get the best of me. I had let a friend use my hair cutting tools for her client. While she was cutting his hair, I started cleaning out my whole kit. When she was done she was very nice and put my apron and cape neatly away where they belonged.
I lost it. My cape and apron just went into my very clean and sterile kit without being folded by me, the way I needed them to be folded. I tried to stay calm, I told myself "It doesn't matter" and I reminded myself that the worst thing that could happen is they stay in my kit still folded by her. As I kept cleaning the rest of my kit I slowly started to feel my chest tighten up, and my breaths get quicker. I took one more look at those stupid aprons and I knew my anxiety was beyond me. I stepped out side and cried. The one person I can always count on to "understand" my anxiety attacks is my mom, so I called her.
On the phone we went through the basic questions, What's the worst that can come from this? Why can't I just leave it alone? What can I do to fix the problem? She always helps me calm down, and turn every situation into laughter. I was able to go back inside, clean and refold my apron and cape. Every time I thought about the situation, tears would come to my eyes. Surrounded by friends and classmates, I knew I had to suck it up and not let it get to me. It was done with.
It's times like this that are so annoying. It's very ridiculous that someone would cry because someone kindly returned what they had borrowed. It's embarrassing, but it helps me to talk about it, go over the situation and learn ways to avoid the situation from happening again. Next time I will tell others to just leave my stuff at my station and I will GLADLY clean it up.
I am still trying to find the reason or reasons as to why these little things bother me. I have noticed I have more attacks when my life becomes stressful. Stressful defiantly explains my life right now. I have to take a month off of work because I can't be on my feet after school, I have to go to school for 47 hours a week for the next 14 weeks so I can graduate in time for Madison, we are moving next month, and next Thursday, May 31st, is my school's huge hair show in Sandy.
I can only take it day by day, but I am trying to watch my stress and keep calm especially for Madison's sake. I have always worried that this will effect my parenting. If Madison spills something or does something I don't want her to do. How will I handle it? I can't spend my time crying, I need to push it aside and put Madison first. I plan on going back on my medication after I have stopped breast feeding Maddie, but only time will tell. All I want is to put my anxiety and OCD to an end.
Thursday, May 17, 2012
So Much To Do, So Little Time
It's official, Frank got into the MBA graduate program at BYU starting this August. I am so proud of him, especially since he decided to go to school when there was only a month left to study, take the GMAT test, and apply.
Did I mention he also just got a new job as Assistant Manager for One Main Financial. So he has decided to quit Toyota, and be assistant manager until he starts school in the middle of august. With a baby on the way, and us now needing to move to Provo, it's just the best way to get quick good money.
We are excited about it all. The program is only two years long, plus he will have vacation/holiday time and I will be out of school and doing hair out of our home, plus a few nights a week at In-N-Out. I can't wait for the day when we both get to be home at 6pm, have family dinners, and spend time with our new baby girl.
We will be making our first family appearance in California this Christmas. Madison will be 4 months old, and I can't wait to show her off. Also please be ready to take her from my hands so I can sleep the whole time.
Everything in life is good, I have two more shifts at In-N-Out before I take a month break. I need time to catch up on school and get off my feet. I'll return in July, and stick it out until Madison comes, then take another month or so off.
My school's huge hair show is coming up, it's May 31st. It's a 2 1/2 hour show in slc, about 2,000 people come to watch it. This years theme is Broadway, my group is doing Wicked. In my individual group, I have the Lion and an Emerald City girl. The three of us have spent HOURS hand making the two hair pieces and outfits. We are almost finished and I can't wait to get it over with. So much drama and stress comes along with hair show, and I need neither.
Funny Story of the Week:
So I watched a commercial about Beef, 'Whats for dinner'. It showed a few different dinners using beef and I was confused when I saw a picture of steak. It then dawned on me...just because we call it steak doesn't mean it's not beef. I never thought about it as beef. When I picture beef, I picture ground beef, so....surprise, steak is beef! I then realized our knowledge is all we take with us after we die, so I'm screwed.
Did I mention he also just got a new job as Assistant Manager for One Main Financial. So he has decided to quit Toyota, and be assistant manager until he starts school in the middle of august. With a baby on the way, and us now needing to move to Provo, it's just the best way to get quick good money.
We are excited about it all. The program is only two years long, plus he will have vacation/holiday time and I will be out of school and doing hair out of our home, plus a few nights a week at In-N-Out. I can't wait for the day when we both get to be home at 6pm, have family dinners, and spend time with our new baby girl.
We will be making our first family appearance in California this Christmas. Madison will be 4 months old, and I can't wait to show her off. Also please be ready to take her from my hands so I can sleep the whole time.
Everything in life is good, I have two more shifts at In-N-Out before I take a month break. I need time to catch up on school and get off my feet. I'll return in July, and stick it out until Madison comes, then take another month or so off.
My school's huge hair show is coming up, it's May 31st. It's a 2 1/2 hour show in slc, about 2,000 people come to watch it. This years theme is Broadway, my group is doing Wicked. In my individual group, I have the Lion and an Emerald City girl. The three of us have spent HOURS hand making the two hair pieces and outfits. We are almost finished and I can't wait to get it over with. So much drama and stress comes along with hair show, and I need neither.
Funny Story of the Week:
So I watched a commercial about Beef, 'Whats for dinner'. It showed a few different dinners using beef and I was confused when I saw a picture of steak. It then dawned on me...just because we call it steak doesn't mean it's not beef. I never thought about it as beef. When I picture beef, I picture ground beef, so....surprise, steak is beef! I then realized our knowledge is all we take with us after we die, so I'm screwed.
Peg-Legs
I am officially 25 weeks pregnant (5 1/2 months). With that comes my gorgeous new zebra stripe belly, a few more pounds, a belly button that is about to bulge out, and some sexy peg-legs. Frank gave me the nick name of Peg-Leg considering there is no size difference from my thighs to my big toe. I'm going to the doctors on Monday to get some compression socks. YUM.
Another beautiful nick name he gave me is Polly Piss Pants. Ya see, sometimes when you are born with a small bladder, then you add a human pushing on that small bladder 24/7, you end up peeing when you sneeze while laying on the couch. My one couch cushion has currently taken 4 hits. You can imagine how embarrassing the first time was, and surprisingly it doesn't get any easier telling your husband you have once again peed the couch. The first time went kinda like this:
Frank and I were watching TV on the couch together after dinner one night. I sneezed, but noticed nothing so I remained laying on the couch. When I got up a few minutes later, I saw a weird wet spot, then I realized I had a matching one on my pants. There was no way I was going to tell Frank, so I changed and tried to slowly and slyly clean it up. I walked to the couch with paper towels in my hand and Frank asked "What are you doing? Whats in your hand?" I looked at him like a deer in head lights and replied "Hmm? What? Oh, nothing, just going to clean up dinner. I was just going to set these paper towels on the couch real quick while I take our plates to the sink." Frank then asked "Why are you being weird? What did you do?" I said "Nothing, just watch TV and leave me alone." Well when I tried to put the paper towels down he quickly reached over and moved the blanket, revealing my pee stain. "YOU PEED EVERYWHERE!!" I told him I was trying to clean it up but I was so embarrassed and I didn't want him to know about it. I then cried in the bathroom because I was embarrassed to be a 21 year old peeing the couch. Frank came in and told me it was all ok and we can just clean it up and move on. He made me feel a lot better about the situation. Now my pee incidents are as common as an accidental snort when you laugh. It's all good as long as I don't cough and accidentally take a dump on the couch.
Frank and I are home bodies, we really don't go out much. Granted it's hard to go out when we are both working 50 plus hours a week. So last week when we got invited to a club for a birthday party, he decided to live it up and go. We started getting really excited about finally going out and having a date night. I got my hair and make up done, and I even went out and got a spray tan, which turned out to look terrible. When the day approached we almost had to call it a night at 8pm because we were already so tired. We went out to Rubio's for delicious burritos, then Outback for cheese cake and Ice cream, then around 10:30 we got to the club. We had a blast dancing, playing pool, throwing darts, watching karaoke, and people watching. We stayed out until 1am, came home and crashed until 12pm the next day. We pretty much slept off and on that next day, so I think it's safe to say I'm too pregnant for clubbing. It was worth it though, we had a fun night out with friends.
We only have 3 1/2 months until I graduate beauty school and have Madison. So now is the time for us to live it up while we can. The only time i'll be staying up after that is because Madison will be needing attention all night long. YAY for motherhood!
Frank And I At The Club
24 Weeks
Another beautiful nick name he gave me is Polly Piss Pants. Ya see, sometimes when you are born with a small bladder, then you add a human pushing on that small bladder 24/7, you end up peeing when you sneeze while laying on the couch. My one couch cushion has currently taken 4 hits. You can imagine how embarrassing the first time was, and surprisingly it doesn't get any easier telling your husband you have once again peed the couch. The first time went kinda like this:
Frank and I were watching TV on the couch together after dinner one night. I sneezed, but noticed nothing so I remained laying on the couch. When I got up a few minutes later, I saw a weird wet spot, then I realized I had a matching one on my pants. There was no way I was going to tell Frank, so I changed and tried to slowly and slyly clean it up. I walked to the couch with paper towels in my hand and Frank asked "What are you doing? Whats in your hand?" I looked at him like a deer in head lights and replied "Hmm? What? Oh, nothing, just going to clean up dinner. I was just going to set these paper towels on the couch real quick while I take our plates to the sink." Frank then asked "Why are you being weird? What did you do?" I said "Nothing, just watch TV and leave me alone." Well when I tried to put the paper towels down he quickly reached over and moved the blanket, revealing my pee stain. "YOU PEED EVERYWHERE!!" I told him I was trying to clean it up but I was so embarrassed and I didn't want him to know about it. I then cried in the bathroom because I was embarrassed to be a 21 year old peeing the couch. Frank came in and told me it was all ok and we can just clean it up and move on. He made me feel a lot better about the situation. Now my pee incidents are as common as an accidental snort when you laugh. It's all good as long as I don't cough and accidentally take a dump on the couch.
Frank and I are home bodies, we really don't go out much. Granted it's hard to go out when we are both working 50 plus hours a week. So last week when we got invited to a club for a birthday party, he decided to live it up and go. We started getting really excited about finally going out and having a date night. I got my hair and make up done, and I even went out and got a spray tan, which turned out to look terrible. When the day approached we almost had to call it a night at 8pm because we were already so tired. We went out to Rubio's for delicious burritos, then Outback for cheese cake and Ice cream, then around 10:30 we got to the club. We had a blast dancing, playing pool, throwing darts, watching karaoke, and people watching. We stayed out until 1am, came home and crashed until 12pm the next day. We pretty much slept off and on that next day, so I think it's safe to say I'm too pregnant for clubbing. It was worth it though, we had a fun night out with friends.
We only have 3 1/2 months until I graduate beauty school and have Madison. So now is the time for us to live it up while we can. The only time i'll be staying up after that is because Madison will be needing attention all night long. YAY for motherhood!
Frank And I At The Club
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