Hiatus

There is so much going on right now clogging my mind and spirit leaving me with no energy or desire to blog. I went skiing this weekend looking for some peace and quiet. I went looking to forget about everything that is or is not happening in my life. You know a boost to my spirit. I was hoping to come back with a renewed vigor to blog or at least a smile, but I didn't. I'm over here living life and need a break from blogging about it. I'm not leaving, though. I'll be back when my spirits are lifted and I want to discuss it in detail with 3rd parties. I've even contemplated moving it, but I'm not 100% sold on that idea just yet. That doesn't solve the reason why I haven't had the desire to blog. I intend on reading your blogs and occasionally commenting if the spirit moves me. But, until I sort out what's going on with me and make some decisons...I'll be on a blog Hiatus...

Smooches :^)

The Nerve

I had to kick my hair dresser to the crib this evening. He pissed me off to the nth degree.

First, know that he has been doing my hair every 2 weeks for 2 years and 3 months. I go to him faithfully. I'm loyal.

Also note, that he got out of line with me about a year ago and I almost stopped coming. We made up and I put it behind me. See, my hairdresser is a closeted homosexual and occasionally acts like he's on his period. He tells all these tall tales about his sexual conquests and constantly hits on women, but his mannerisms, his attitude and the occasional, "Girl" that he sprinkles in the conversations say otherwise. In a nutshell he's moody like a woman. Which is fine by me so long as he directs that shit to someone else. I mean, I work within his personality as I'm sure he works within mine, but tonight was it!

So, last week when I was leaving I told him that I wanted a Perm Rod set. Ladies, you know the smaller rollers. I wanted my hair to look like a curly afro and as it drops the hairstyle changes...you feel me? Cool. Tuesday, I even called him to make sure he was going to be ready to do it because I know he's lazy. He wants to do a roller-set or blow you out and curl it. He doesn't like to do complicated or time consuming hairdo's. I've never tripped off that because this is the healthiest my hair has ever been. Plus, he doesn't charge me for deep conditioners or trims, so I let it go and continued to go to him and get the same ish.

Today, I walk in the shop and issue the customary greetings all around. My line-sister calls me on the phone and we're discussing our up coming trip to Miami to celebrate me and 2 of my other line sister's birthdays. So, he's asking me which rollers I want. *Red Flag* If I tell you I want a rods what rollers do you think I want? See, a beautician who is comfortable or knows what look I'm trying to achieve would already know what size rollers I want. So, I'm on the phone and trying to get him to make a suggestion. So, he starts getting indignant talking about I better hurry up and choose because he doesn't feel like doing it anyway AND he's only charging me $55 for something that normally costs $85.

STOP THE MUTHAFUCKING PRESS!!!

Do, I look I just started getting my hair done TODAY! Sucka is not my middle name. Who in their right mind is going to pay $85 for a freaking rod set?! Not I said the Cat! Run that ish on somebody simple!

So, I let that roll of back and make a choice in rollers and continue talking on the phone while he's getting himself together. So, he calls me over to the shampoo bowl and I'm still on the phone and I hold up the one minute finger to signal that I'm getting off the phone. He gets indignant again. He starts talking about I need to hurry up because he can start on his other client whose appointment is at 5:30 and mine is 6:30 and he doesn't feel like doing it anyway. Mind you, he's loud as hell and at this point he has told me he doesn't want to do it about 4 times, so I started getting pissed. I told him I don't care less whose appointment is when...it's 6:15, she just walked in and she'll have to wait. AND, if you don't want to do it then don't! After I make my statement I lean back. He starts washing my hair and I ask him who is he trying to show out in front of. See, he's that type of person...extra when he has an audience. So, I tell him that I think he was very rude and disrespectful, especially since I come in damn near every week. He corrects me and tell me I come in every 2 weeks..clearly forgetting that he saw me 7 days ago. So, I concede and say so what I'm still a regular and he was being very unprofessional. He tells me I don't have to come every 2 weeks, 3 weeks or 4. I told his ass very calmly, "I'll keep that in mind".

At this point he knows that I'm pissed. I stopped talking and anyone that knows me knows that I'm a motor mouth and love to argue unless something is really wrong or I'm really mad. So for me to clam up means I'm about to blow. After he washes my hair we go back to the chair and he's starting to get his stuff together to rod my hair. I tell his ass to not even worry about it...give me the regular...blow me out, curl it tight and wrap it. I swear this is the best he has ever done my hair. He paid extra attention to everything. Every time I opened my mouth to someone else in the shop he chimed in trying to piggy back on my statement or agree with me. I ignored his ass. The receptionist walks up and ask me why I didn't rod it. See, she was there last week when he agreed to rod it...everyone was. They all knew that I wanted to put less stress on my hair and roller set it for a few weeks. I told her ass loud and clear, "Because I don't want my hair to be shitty. I'll go somewhere else to make sure the job is done right." She turns to him and says, "See, why you got to be so mean." HA!

After he did my hair and the owner did my eyebrows, I grabbed my book I just loaned him today, put it in my purse, paid at the front and told the receptionist to take me off the books for the rest of the year because I wouldn't be back. Yes, I make my appointments by the year. I'm a hairdresser's dream...a consistent, paying client.

The problem was that he doesn't feel comfortable doing it for whatever reason and he tried to divert me from getting it done. He knows my temper and attitude would stop me from letting him do it. What he wasn't expecting is that I'd take my name off the books because we've had spats before and it was like, "same time, same place". You know what I mean? But, not this time. He crossed the line on too many levels.

1. I tell you what to do to my hair. You don't tell me what you FEEL like doing.
2. You don't respect me or my business if you think you can tell me I don't have to come.

I'd be a fool to walk back in there.

You would think I was at some hood shop with the treatment I got today. Nope. It's a diverse salon with diverse stylist and clientele. It's a upscale shop. They use the best products and my hair is healthy as hell, but he's not the best, nor is he the only person that can achieve that look. Not to mention, he's limited in his hairstyling abilities. I had to damn near beg for streaks. I literally asked for streaks for 6 months and he kept giving me excuses or reasons why. Then the shampoo girl told me that he can't do color that well. AHA! It made sense. He pulled the same shit tonight.

I immediately called my girl for the number to her stylist. Her hair is healthy, full, shiny and always done. I'll have to start paying for trims and deep conditioners, but that's the price I'll pay to have a stylist that respects me as a client and more importantly as a person.

We'll meet again because I'll be back in 4 weeks to get my eyebrows arched. She keeps my arch thick and it's always perfect. At which time I'll make sure my wig is tight.

I had to get this off my chest. Thanks for listening.

Smooches :^)

The Mafia should wack the Bears!

The Mafia party this weekend was a blast! Although, I was so stressed that it had me a little uptight. I will admit that. And, I'm very curt and to the point when I'm under pressure.The party almost went off without a hitch until we realized at 4 in the morning that my roommate phone had been stolen. And, she doesn't even have a snazzy phone. It's an old beat up flip phone. It forced her to finally get a PDA that she loves. Funny how a seemingly bad situation turns out good. We have an idea who it was...a guest of a guest. I can account for everyone in there with the exception of about 5 people. And all my friends have PDA's, good jobs, etc. Unless one of there azz's likes to steal for sport, but I doubt that. It's all good, though. In the future, people won't be allowed to bring guests. I know enough people to not need extra's! I'm also mad at BZ for not showing up. She called me and everything and then fell asleep. I guess that's what you do when you've been playing doctor all day! LOL!

Hershey showed up to my surprise. He wasn't suppose to be there.Imagine my surprise when he walked through the door. Immediately, his cousin wanted to take a picture of us. I've been debating on whether to post the picture or not. Maybe I should pull a Roycee and just crop him out...I think I'll do that. Not ready to reveal him like that until we're official! Then I can pull a TTD and GTL! LOL! Got to love them!

Don't we look adorable???? LOL! In case you were wondering my shirt says, "Catch Me if You Can". Pac Man Style.

Speaking of Official...my girl got engaged Friday. She come walking up in the party with this 2 carat solitaire bursting at the seams. Her fiance was standing there looking all bashful. It was too cute. Even though I love them as a couple and wish them all the best I couldn't help but be a little envious. Don't get me wrong it's not hating...it's more like, "Damn, when will it be my turn?" LOL! I'm waiting patiently, though.

I am soooo pissed at the Bears!!! I'm almost ashamed to be from Chicago...Almost, but not quite. This had to have been the worst Superbowl I've ever seen. Boring with a capital B. I wasn't even impressed by the half time show and I love Prince. Such a waste. Well, I'm happy for Dungy. If any coach or person for that matter, deserves to win it's him. ***Applause***

It's cold as shit outside, so I'm about to get out of here. Yep...I'm still at work.

Smooches :^)