Posts from the ‘Hairdos’ Category

Dreaming…

Ya know, I hope I live long enough to see this look come back in vogue someday.

Didja Hear The One About The Wooden Leg?

I don’t have nary a heavy thing to tell ya today, so, lets just listen to a little bit of Don Gibson, shall we?
Don had him a good day that day when he wrote this song and that little ditty called “I Can’t Stop Loving You” in the same day.  Dang.

Porter’s hair here…..well, there’s just no describing it, is there? What shade of Miss Clairol was that, ya think?

I also can’t help but question the thought pattern on the curtains. Now, I am no decorateur, by any stretch of any imagination, but, why, why, why?

I wisht I coulda found a clip of Don singing Sea of Heartbreak. I just love that.

I did find a clip of Don and June Carter singing the same song, but, really, I was more happier to find a clip that had T. Tommy Cutrer on it.  The Manchild was named after our Unka T.  Tommy’s one of those people that I’d give lots of money to be able to call up and say howdy to. 

Something interesting about T. Tommy…he had a wooden leg. He was in this bad car wreck, on his way to work for WSM, that was actually so bad, they had him tagged when he got to the hospital as DOA.

There’s some funny stories about Tommy and his leg floating around (I’ve heard some tales from the Flatt & Scruggs bus that are pretty gut busting) but I have one of my very own. It might be one of those “guess you had to be there” things but trust me…it was funny.

When the Holy Tara was a baby, I had taken her to the doctor, which was up at Hendersonville Hospital. I ran into T. Tommy’s daughter in the waiting room and she said her Dad was in the hospital and that I simply must go by and see him with the Baby.

The Cutrers were (and I’m sure still are) very persuasive people. In fact, I was always scared of them when I was little because they had this way of talking that made you want to stand up straighter. So when Zennette said I had to go over to the hospital to see Tommy, there was no way I’d be able to get out of that. She’d done decided it for me.

So, I carry the Baby in her little carrier over to the hospital part and go in to see Tommy. We’re all chit chatting, them looking and goo gooing over Baby Tara and it’s just all a nice moment when out of the corner of my eye, I see Tommy’s fake leg laying on the window thing. Scared the sheeeet outta me.

I always knew about Tommy’s leg, ya see, but, it was something I never thought about and tended to forget and there it lay in the window. You haven’t lived til you’ve had a moment like that, folks. Kinda like seeing Porter getting a pedicure….just one of those things.


 
And there I began this post thinking I had nothing heavy to say. Psssht.

In Which I Have Nothing Heavy To Say…

If you’re looking for something heavy, you have come to the wrong place.  Random pieces of the day…

That is not me in the chair.  That’s another Sharon.  I actually work with this Sharon (there are three Sharon’s in my office) and it’s not odd to run into a co-worker at the Hairdo Place.  Cheryl does hair for let’s see…probably 10 people in my office.  She oughta just come set up shop at the Heff Dept. once a month or so and she could get a full days work in.

This is what Sharon looked like after….yeah, she’d probably crap her britches if she knew I put her on here.  Don’t tell her, mmmk?  She sure looks purty doesn’t she?

Cheryl is the best hairdo gal around.  Not only does she fix a person’s hair purty, she’s so beautfully, wonderfully twisted. 

Speaking of twisted, I wish I could tell y’all the absolutely funniest funny I made down’t the Beauty Shop today.  Lordy, I about had that room full of women wishing they’da worn their Depends to get their hair did.  Sometimes I amuse myself so.  It was probably one of those GYHTBT moments but dang…I had the henhouse a’cacklin’.

And was it not just the prettiest day ever in Nashville today?  I had to go Downtown this morning on official, State bidness about 9:00 and it was so perfect outside, me and Jan were both wishing we could just skip out of work and go for a walk or something. 

I didn’t do that, but, we did do lunch at Logan’s and sat outside.  Didn’t none of us want to go back.  I didn’t have no ice cream, neither.  We did have incredibly slow service though, which was really ok cause it was nice out. 

Our waitress, cute as a bug, but, overkilt it with the “Baby’s”, “Honey’s”, “Sweetie’s”….it was almost like she was having a contest with herself to see just how many terms of endearment she could regurgitate.  I mean, yeah…I’m sweet as sugah and all that, but, you don’t have to remind me.  I like sweet little terms like that as much as anybody.  I guess Pretty Waitress was just a’tryin’ too hard.

Thank the good Lawd and NBC for airing The Best of Chris Farley tonight…

How much does it suck that Chris isn’t still around?

I attempted to watch No Country For Old Men last night.  I think I made it, maybe 90 seconds.  I saw that guy with the bad haircut who won the Oscar strangle the cute sheriff’s deputy with handcuffs and he was about to knock somebody else off and decided perhaps this was not the movie for me.  Back into the red envelope and skrait into the mailbox that sucker went.  I don’t recall ever doing that with a movie. 

Except that time years ago when the Basketball Coach didn’t want to see Beaches with me and we went to see Bill & Ted’s Excellent Adventure and he didn’t like that either so we went into see Beaches anyway. (I think it was the third time I saw that.)  Heh.  I thought I was really cute “winning” that argument.

Born To Be Mild

I have had the following comment/question stated to me about 5 times today:

“Are you letting your hair grow? I like it. It’s kinda wild.”

Say what?  Is it growing out? Yes. Wild it ain’t.

People are just plain funny. 

I Feel Nice-Like Sugar and Spice

It was fun being somewhat blondish-like this summer, but, I’m back to my real hair color….brunette.  Who says I’m about 75% gray?  I know not of what you’re talking about.  I have the same hair color I had in 1987. Do too.

There’s a girl in my A & P class who is probably not even 18 yet.  Cute as a button.  She has the same color hair I used to have once upon a time.  How I covet her brunette that is not from a bottle  (I can spot natural or for real as good as Truvy could spot a bottle job in 20 paces.)  Oh well, someday I’ll embrace it, but, that day ain’t here yet.

Y’know, I’m glad I have the kinda hair that grows kinda like kudzu in Georgia, however, it’s kinda expensive and it’s a pain. I will have skunk roots within a week I bet. The thing about having the lighter hair, it tends to get brassy. I’ve been told that using that shampoo for gray hair (blue hair stuff) will help with the brassiness, but, I forget to try it.

This first day of Adderalling it has been uneventful.  I felt slightly jumpy this morning and by midday, I sorta felt like this:

It’s a time release thing and it’s supposed to last all day. Here it is 9:30, and I’m still feeling pretty good. The Engineering Brother in Law and I have bonded even more so over our Adderall. He said something about mood swings. That’s all I need!

Tonight, I still have to finish making a model of a cell with #2. I stole the cake idea from the Atwood Zoo.  The Manchild is into his brother’s Science project.  He just asked if he could have a bite of cytoplasm if there’s any leftovers. 

Honey I Miss You

Whatever happened to Bobby Goldsboro?

I am digging the hair, man. And the gargantuan collar. I hope that hairstyle comes back in for the menfolk. Wait…was it ever in?

Halfway There…Living on a Prayer

romy-and-michelle.jpgAlright, kiddies. Your Sista is off to Cool Springs to reunite with my peeps.  I had my hair did and I am not crazy about it, but, I guess it’ll do.  I wish I were 30 lbs lighter.  I wish I had a girdle.

I think I’m going to tell everybody I invented Post Its.