My Celebrity Hair

Most people who know me, know that my hair style has not changed dramatically over the years. There were the few times in college that I cut it above my shoulders, the occassional home highlights, and the playing around with bangs every couple of years. But for the most part, my hair now is not really that different from when I was in kindergarten. Very long. Straight. Brown.

When I was younger, I took advantage of having long hair to style. My mom and sister would often put it in side ponytails, frenchbraids, and even upside-down french braids. Sometimes I'd even try to put cornrows in myself and braid my entire head. Now, seeing me with my hair anything but down is rare. Unless you catch me after a work-out when it's in a ponytail.

But next Tuesday, the 27th, if you local Minneapolis people watch the Fox-9 morning show from 7-9am, you can see me get my hair styled like a red carpet celebrity at the Oscars. Yep, I am going to be a hair model (it's a promo spot for a St. Paul salon)! So while you are watching the Oscars on Sunday night and admiring the hair-dos of Penelope Cruz and Kate Winslet, you just might be able to see the same hair-do styled on yours truly on television Tuesday morning. But, if you do tune-in, try not to notice my split-ends!

Now, excuse me....I have to go deep condition my hair.

How the Handyman Whore Found Her Stud with a Stud Finder

Let me take you all back to last summer when I did a post called "I'm a Handyman Whore" inspired by my repeatedly falling closet rack. Well, you guessed it...last week it fell again. I've lost track of how many times this has happened, but this time I was beside myself in knowing how to handle the crisis. So I called my boyfriend to the rescue. For a guy who had "tool chest" on his Christmas list, I figured THIS was the man for the job.


Yesterday, my studly new beau knocked on my door with a big 'ol toolbox in one hand and drill in the other. (He might've been wearing a toolbelt without a shirt and some rugged carpenter jeans too. Or, maybe that was just my imagination). After clearing out the piles of clothes still on hangers on the floor in my closet, he looked at the wall where about six different holes exist from the brackets ripping out. Then he looked at me with a puzzled expression and asked, "Who put this in before?"

Uhhhhhhh.....how do I answer that? So I filled him in on the delinquent "handymen" who've helped me with my closet. Afterall, it's kind of a joke now anyway. And, I figured it would give him a challenge.

So he reached into his toolbox and pulled out a tool that I had never seen any of the others use for this task before. A stud finder. Sliding it across the wall, he found studs about an inch to the right of where the last brackets had been placed. In five minutes time, he had securely drilled the brackets into the studs and my clothes were hung back on the rack without even a wobble. I'm sure he was wondering how I could've had several males help me with my closet over the course of the last year and half, and not one of them ever bothered to find a stud, but he never said it if that is what he was thinking. And the best part was, he didn't tell me he thought the rack fell because I had too many clothes! He said I just had to find a stud...and I did.

Now, I realize it has only been a day, but I've got a good feeling this rack is going to stick. I'll just have to wait and see if it withstands the test of time. But, I may have found my handyman hero! What a stud.


Are you all gagging yet?

That's Weird!

Okay, I didn't specifically get tagged to do the weird meme, but when I saw the open invitation, I figured that would be the perfect thing to get me out of my blogging slump. Why? Because I'm weird!

1. I have to put vaseline on my heels before I go to bed every night. I truly believe my itchy heels are a reason I can't fall asleep at night.

2. I have two fake teeth. When I go cosmic bowling, they don't glow in the dark like the rest of my teeth, so I look like some sort of freaky vampire.

3. I eat my cereal with a huge spoon. And I pour the extra milk from my cereal into my coffee.

4. I laugh randomly. I sometimes think of something funny that happened or something funny someone said 24 hours before and I burst out laughing about it at really opportune times...like when I am by myself walking around the lake, in a meeting at work, lying in bed at night trying to fall asleep, or in the car with someone when we aren't talking about anything. I keep thinking I'll grow out of this, but I'm beginning to think this might be a life-long condition.

5. Before I got better about switching purses and cleaning them out regularly, you'd often find 9 tubes of lipstick and 10 pens in the bottom of my purse.

6. I coordinate my haircuts with my oil changes. Usually every three thousand miles on my car is a good indicator that I need at least another inch off my hair.


You can do this post if you are weird, otherwise tell me something weird about YOU in the comments.