Funky perms and all that stuff!

Well, it's 4 a.m. and I woke up with a bad case of insomnia! Happens sometimes...anyway, I looked and I have three loyal followers! So I figure I have to write something for them! And, no, it isn't my mom signing on 3 times! :)

So I was driving past a high school the other day and the sign said, "Orientation August 14th at 9 a.m." I thought, "Man, I wish I could go back to high school." Am I the only weirdo that feels that way? I enjoyed high school so much that I didn't want to leave even when I did. I will admit that high school, for me, maybe had a different meaning than for some of you. It was totally social...I know, it shocks you all! But the whole studying and homework thing, no. I didn't really catch on to that until after high school. My days were built around the first day of school...should I get the new Trapper Keeper? What would my first-day-of-school outfit look like? How would I decorate my locker? Should I leave the Rocky/Sylvester Stallone photos up to go with something else this year? Then it was on to football season and what we would do after the games! I loved the smell of school on that first day. I loved picking out school supplies...not that I used them that much once I got to school, but I loved the idea of it! :)

But then I started remembering about all of those first days from years past. My elementary school years and the first weeks of school were chronicled on the infamous school photos. My mother thought she had mastered the art of perms...not! So, in her wisdom, she would administer "THE PERM" right before we started school. Ladies, let me speak for all small children when I say, Do Not Try the Home Perm! It is one of the freak of natures that no woman can control and it always turns out much more "lively" than one can imagine!

So in at least one or more of my school photos there I am...all hair! Then there was the hairdo that I was responsible for...I tried to find this picture last night but couldn't. I was going to post it. The "I'm going to cut my own bangs photo". Needless to say, after I was done my bangs were about a quarter of an inch long...and that is being generous. I had a great cover story for that when I went back to school but I don't think anyone bought the "I told my hairdresser I wnated no bangs and this is what she gave me!"

There it was...documented in a school photo. Then there was the "I'm going to try foundation" photo. I looked like I had been through a Max Factor, No. 3, bronze dust storm!! Not good at all! I'm sure we all have these photos laying around somewhere..and when I find mine I will happily share.

Does anyone else remember these bad hair days like I do? Am I the only person that the smell of perming solution still sends me into frantics I can't explain! Have you not sat in the kitchen of your childhood home before, hair all tightly bound in perming rods, while your mom relishes in the joy of living out her lifelong dream of becoming a cosmetologist on your head!? Then came the curling solution and it would drip down the sides of the wonderfully NON-absorbant towel she would give me, which was reinforced with a nice long wad of cotton strung all the way around my head! And then, behold, the reveal, where I would look in the mirror at the style I'd been given to live with for the next six months until it grew out!