I just have to say this again: TEACHERS: check your grammar and spelling when you post something on a social network or send out emails or notes home. Every time I see such an error I want to correct your mistake, but I certainly don't want to offend or make anyone mad. Everyone should check their spelling (especially when there are those cute little red squiggly lines to alert
us ). So please...check it!
Wednesday, March 16, 2011
Tuesday, March 8, 2011
Colors
Sorry, I don't come up with witty titles for my blog posts until months after I have written them, and 10 others). So you'll just have to take a chance, even if the title doesn't leave you screaming for more.
I was looking at some hair color today, you know, to fix the nappy mess I made out of my hair when I thought I was smarter than the hair colorists at a salon. I mean really, anybody can read the instructions on the back of or in the box. Why do they need to go to school for that? Turns out, its not always as easy cheesy as it looks.
Now, I've done this before mind you. First I color my hair all over, then a few days later I separate out some strands of hair and put in some highlights. (Guess the secret is out now, this is not my natural hair color!) Usually it turns out okay, but this time...uh, uh, uh! I must have made a bad choice of color for the highlights because rather than blonde highlights I have orange-ish highlights. Not only that, the amount of whatever that stuff is they give you in the box, was so minute that I could only highlight a few strands of hair. Not so bad, but here's the kicker (as in kick myself in the _ _s): apparently the strands that did get highlighted did not get saturated enough to have an even tone so now I kinda look like a zebra, with orange strips.
Lesson learned. Next time I will have one of my older daughters help me and I will use a frosting cap. Oh, aaand, I will stick to using the same stuff I have always used!
Oh yeah, I some hair color that I was thinking of going over the orangey strands with, but get this: the color is called "Dark Golden "Blonde" and here is what it will look like:
Now I don't know about you, but that does not look like any kind of blonde I have ever seen! So I guess I will be living with the orange for a while. :-(
I was looking at some hair color today, you know, to fix the nappy mess I made out of my hair when I thought I was smarter than the hair colorists at a salon. I mean really, anybody can read the instructions on the back of or in the box. Why do they need to go to school for that? Turns out, its not always as easy cheesy as it looks.
Now, I've done this before mind you. First I color my hair all over, then a few days later I separate out some strands of hair and put in some highlights. (Guess the secret is out now, this is not my natural hair color!) Usually it turns out okay, but this time...uh, uh, uh! I must have made a bad choice of color for the highlights because rather than blonde highlights I have orange-ish highlights. Not only that, the amount of whatever that stuff is they give you in the box, was so minute that I could only highlight a few strands of hair. Not so bad, but here's the kicker (as in kick myself in the _ _s): apparently the strands that did get highlighted did not get saturated enough to have an even tone so now I kinda look like a zebra, with orange strips.
Lesson learned. Next time I will have one of my older daughters help me and I will use a frosting cap. Oh, aaand, I will stick to using the same stuff I have always used!
Oh yeah, I some hair color that I was thinking of going over the orangey strands with, but get this: the color is called "Dark Golden "Blonde" and here is what it will look like:
Now I don't know about you, but that does not look like any kind of blonde I have ever seen! So I guess I will be living with the orange for a while. :-(
Wednesday, March 2, 2011
Long Lost Blog
See I told you i am just no good at keeping up with things like this. If ever there was a procrastinator, it is I. I guess this is why I never kept a diary as a teenager. Good thing too, because if anyone had ever found it and read it...oh boy, would I have been in trouble. Some of the things I did scare me when I think about them now. No, we won't even go there.
Thinking about high school (along with Facebook) made me realize that I feel closer to the friends I had in Indonesia than the ones (with exception of a few) I had in Israel, where I spent my eleventh and twelfth grade years. I wonder why that is. My guess is that I just missed Indonesia (and my friends, and not to mention the boyfriend) too much, for at least the first six months or so, to really appreciate where I was at that moment. Being at a new school was never easy for me and neither was making new friends. I was, and still am to some extent, definitely an introvert. Perhaps I kept others at a distance. After all, I hated this place that took me away from everything I had known and loved for the past 4-5 years. I do believe that was the longest I had ever lived in one place.
Why am I going on about this? I don't really know. Maybe it was the reminder of my "first love", having seen someone post about him on FB. Its possible I am just feeling a bit melancholy as I am getting ooooolder and my kids are growing up so fast. Child number four is about to graduate Marine Corps boot camp next week and I am oh so proud of him! This kid was lazy with a capital L in high school. He lived for partying, said he was going to be a bum when he grew up, and pretty much behaved like one for a while there. Now he is about to graduate Marine Corps boot camp?!?! What a transformation that will be. I can't wait to see it!
Even more, child number five (the most difficult one so far) is slated to ship out to USMC boot camp on November 1st of this year. Can't wait to see that transformation. Although, I have to give him credit, he has done a lot of straightening out already.
For tonight I bid you adieu. I will try to be a more faithful writer.
Thinking about high school (along with Facebook) made me realize that I feel closer to the friends I had in Indonesia than the ones (with exception of a few) I had in Israel, where I spent my eleventh and twelfth grade years. I wonder why that is. My guess is that I just missed Indonesia (and my friends, and not to mention the boyfriend) too much, for at least the first six months or so, to really appreciate where I was at that moment. Being at a new school was never easy for me and neither was making new friends. I was, and still am to some extent, definitely an introvert. Perhaps I kept others at a distance. After all, I hated this place that took me away from everything I had known and loved for the past 4-5 years. I do believe that was the longest I had ever lived in one place.
Why am I going on about this? I don't really know. Maybe it was the reminder of my "first love", having seen someone post about him on FB. Its possible I am just feeling a bit melancholy as I am getting ooooolder and my kids are growing up so fast. Child number four is about to graduate Marine Corps boot camp next week and I am oh so proud of him! This kid was lazy with a capital L in high school. He lived for partying, said he was going to be a bum when he grew up, and pretty much behaved like one for a while there. Now he is about to graduate Marine Corps boot camp?!?! What a transformation that will be. I can't wait to see it!
Even more, child number five (the most difficult one so far) is slated to ship out to USMC boot camp on November 1st of this year. Can't wait to see that transformation. Although, I have to give him credit, he has done a lot of straightening out already.
For tonight I bid you adieu. I will try to be a more faithful writer.
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