Deep Thoughts -- Boy Hair

My five-year-old daughter gave herself her first self-haircut yesterday.

Oh great, now I'm one of those moms. You know, the mom that other moms hear about, and immediately think...

1. They're not watching their kids closely enough -- how else could a kid have enough time to cut their own hair off?

or..

2. Why is that mom letting her five year old play with scissors?

Why must we judge each other like that? But then again, I totally judged myself when my kid came walking into my office with half of her hair layered like Tina Turner's.


Oh God. I mean...ummm, uhhhhh, errrr, Ava what did you DO?

I think my jaw dropped to the floor and, after seeing my face, Ava gave me a look like "oh shit, I fucked UP."

But, instead of trying to explain to Ava who Tina Turner was, I told her something instead that I knew would freak the crap out of her -- enough so, in fact, that she would never do that again.

I told her that, if she cut her own hair, she'd have BOY hair. Ewwwwwwwww. (Cackle!) Her eyes got very wide, her lip started to quiver, and she almost started crying. Almost. I had to choke down my giggle, which came out more like a snort.

Is that bad? Am I a bad mom for traumatizing my daughter by telling her that she'll look like a boy? Boys aren't bad -- I have one that I love dearly. But if you understood my daughter, who is a total girly-girl (which is shocking to me -- I always envisioned myself with a tomboy daughter...), that telling her she'll have boy hair is MUCH more effective than showing her a picture of Tina Turner in Mad Max.



We parents have to find what works best for our family, right?

You Look Exactly The Same!

Have you ever had someone, who you haven't seen in many years, hug you, pull back and excitedly exclaim "you look exactly the same!"

This phrase has always confused me.

Is that supposed to be a compliment? Or is it just a person telling you the first thing (crappy or not) that pops into their head when they can't think of anything else to say?

I just had someone tell me this a few weeks ago, and I hadn't seen this person since I was about, oh, maybe 14.

14! That was 20 years ago.

Ummm, OK, so I look the same as I did when I was 14? Well sure, I'm still the same person. Same skin tone. Same freckles. Same hair color (for now lol). But seriously? What am I supposed to say to that?

Um, thanks?

But here's the thing that I realized after I got over being annoyed....

I kinda do look the same.

Here's me at the homecoming dance, junior year. I was sweet sixteen, had a driver's license, was sleeping with a hot guy who had a motorcycle, his own apartment AND graduated the year before (and I don't think my mom still knows how many nights I snuck out to go see him heehee) and a great group of friends. Life was good in 1993.

See what I mean? OK, I have almost the same hair. But dammit, it's all highlights now! If I didn't dye my hair it would be dishwater-brown and grey.

Did I really just admit that?

I will always wear bangs, mostly because I have a ridiculously large forehead. To give you an idea of how big, one of the nicknames the asshole boys in jr high gave me was "elephant woman."

Seriously.

But I got my revenge on him about ten years later when I was thin, hot and bartending at a very cool sports bar. He was hitting on me, recognizing me from somewhere but couldn't remember where. Oh yeahhhh, I wish I had a picture of his face when I asked him if elephant woman rang any bells. Asswipe.

Anyway. So I've come to terms with the fact that I haven't changed a bit since high school (as they say...). *sigh*

But ladies, have you noticed that it takes three times as much effort...to look exactly the same?

So I'm working my ass off to keep up with my hair, my skin, my body, my teeth, my nails...to look like I did when I was 16? That just doesn't seem right.

Then again, I'm not sure I wants to see what happens if I stop caring...I might get upset when people stop telling me I look exactly the same lol.

The Housewife Crashes NYC!

So to say that I've had a busy summer so far would be an understatement....

Both kids are in swimming lessons right now, Jack just started tae kwon do and The Wolf Pack was here last weekend for a visit...while I'm trying to keep up with The Hubs, work, cooking, cleaning and everything that comes with being a housewife.

Is it time for school to start yet?

No really, I'm having a pretty kick ass summer -- no complaints from me.

While The Wolf Pack was here, we decided to hop on the train and spend a quick night in New York City (since two of us had never been there before, including me). By the time we were headed home Sunday evening, we were moderately hungover, exhausted with very sore feet and had a ton of pictures on our cameras.

So thanks for everyone for hanging in there with me! School starts back up in September and then I'll have more time to blog (and I'm really looking forward to that -- for the reals!).

BTW, this is my new favorite song for summer. There's something about Katy Perry that bugs the crap out of me (I can't figure out what) but I can't resist her bubble gum, sugary pop music. Loves! Enjoy the song (see if you can catch all the cameos in the video) and try not to laugh at my NY pictures!




This was the view from our hotel room at The Strand. Very nice place and I would totally stay here again!

The Strand also had a rooftop bar with an incredible view of the Empire State Building. It was even better after dark.

Times Square, bitches! There were SO many people here. The energy of this place was overwhelming, but in a good way. I wish I could put it in a jar and take it home!

Central Park. Once of my favorite parts of the trip.

High browin' it with martinis at The Plaza. I'm a classy chick, even in places like this...(those coasters were leather. Leather, I tell you!)

Rockafeller Center and I had to stop by my employer's main office -- the NBC tower.

Grand Central Station...where's the flash mob when you need one? I almost started singing "do-a-dear" at the top of my lungs but then I decided I didn't want to get arrested....

The Wolf Pack at dinner. The food was just so-so but we had a good time. Wine pairings always make the night more fun heehee!

And you can see that the wine was starting to affect us here....


And even more here at the roof-top bar after dinner...but daym, we look hot, right? All that anti-wrinkle cream I'm using is paying off. It doesn't hurt that I've got a cute wolf lady beside me, either.

Hope you enjoyed the pictures. As I said, you'll start seeing more of me come September, in full sass-mode -- whether you like it or not!