Showing posts with label Hair. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Hair. Show all posts

Monday, July 21, 2008

Waiting on a Topless Lemon

We need to sell more than just our house before we move. We have three vehicles, and Hubby's work pays to ship just one. One Saturday, we dropped off the convertible at the Hickam Air Force Base lemon lot. The lemon lot is a large parking lot where anyone with base privileges resells their car, RV, motorcycle or boat. The cars aren't lemons, but "lemon lot" is the common nickname for these resale lots on military bases. The military community is trusting and respectful, so for the most part, people feel comfortable buying and selling off the lemon lots.

Hubby paid $16 for two weeks to the lot manager in the arts and crafts store (strange location, I know), and posted his sign in the car window. Our car was parked behind this row.

We live a good 15 to 20 minutes from Hickam. That may not sound like much, but once you live on the island, you have an island perspective on time. That is not close. We stalled a bit in the parking lot, just in case someone liked our car and called to drive it. Sure enough, we spotted a married couple. She kept peeking in the car window, but her husband had his eye on other cars. They moved from car to car. He looked at sedans, and she looked at every convertible on the lot. Now our car was priced aggressively, and only had 11,000 miles on it. We knew she wasn't going to find a better deal. Round and round they went, for minutes and minutes. Hubby and I played it cool, trying to be less than obvious. You know how we did that? We chased her around the parking lot in my van cruised around pretending we were looking for a car...so sly of us. Every time she headed toward our car we cheered and howled. When she walked away we booed. This went on for several minutes. We almost left twice, but twice she sauntered toward our car, out of the watchful eye of her husband. By now I knew this was going to end up a blog post, so I made Hubby take her picture. "Pose, so she thinks I am taking a picture of you," he said. I did, but I cropped myself out.
We considered staying until the couple left the lot. The kids were wailing, though, and Son1 was pleading for the park. They did not appreciate good entertainment! Just a couple of blocks from the lemon lot is a park structure shaped like a wooden castle. If she called for the car we would be close. As we exited the lot, the couple drove off, too. At least we knew she wouldn't call. Off to the park!

Guess what you can find only at parks on post? SWINGS!!! You cannot find them at public parks on our island! This one park has toddler swings, regular swings, and a tire swing!

Hubby watched Son2 while Son1 and I BOTH played on the swings! The sun was still high in the sky, but the minutes were ticking. Not one person called on the car so far. Just in case, we figured one more nearby place to stop.

Do you see me smiling on the couch back there? I know what the future holds for this stylist. Son1 detests haircuts. This little trick worked before the flowbee broke. (A flowbee attaches to a vacuum.) He can't stand the itchiness of sheared hair. Hubby helped to hold him still, he watched a TV show, and had a sucker shoved in his mouth.
Finally, the stylist finished, and nervously agreed to cut Son2's hair minutes after closing. I am sure she feared a meltdown. He's already had a handful of haircuts to date, though, and usually grabs for the scissors. This night he was so entertained by the spinning airplane wheel he was completely unimpressed with the scissors.

He looked so cute and so well behaved during his hair cut. But I couldn't imagine styling his hair like this every day. I am so Wash 'N Wear with the boys. I had her fix it.

The next day it looked like this.
We left the lemon lot vicinity with no calls. But guess what? We eventually got a buyer! One less worry before our move!

Monday, May 19, 2008

Happy Haircuts

Son1 is not a big fan of haircuts. When he was smaller, one parent held him, and the other parent ran the clippers furiously over his head. Often he screamed intensely and wrenched himself away. We prayed that the whole hair cut would come out even. We cut first, and checked later. We tried the toy distractions, the lollipops, and we even tried to let him cut Daddy's hair a little. Yes, we were desperate. Nooooo, a barber was not even a possibility, not even the kiddie barber. The sound of the clippers and the prickliness of fallen hair bugs him. A few months back Hubby bought a flowbee that attaches to a vacuum. That worked until the flowbee died this weekend. Guess what works now?

Noise reduction headphones in our garage

Saturday, December 1, 2007

Good on My Promise

Carina Eileen Farmer
December 1, 1979-February 16, 2003


Good on my promise....told you I wouldn't let anyone forget......Happy Birthday.

Tuesday, October 30, 2007

Hail and Farewell to Hippie Hair


At birth, both of my children had hair like hippies. They were both born needing a hair cut. And wiith both, I tried to put the hair cuts off as long as possible, because that is what a good mom does, right?
"Ohhh don't cut their hair until they are a year!" people said. Right. But I am the one that will hear it later from these boys when they see pictures.

"What were you thinking, Mom?"

After seven long months of long hair, Hubby trimmed those curly (and scraggly) baby locks. Son1 got in on the action, too. Here, he is giving Son2 a brush-off.

Thursday, October 25, 2007

Lost the Island Locks

At about 6pm last night I looked like this:
Then I turned around and Hubby took my picture on his new cell phone he is starting to program. He wanted my stored picture to be me with long hair. He loves long hair, like when we met eleven years ago. I told my hair stylist about the camera phone picture and he thought that was a little dramatic. Right. If he only knew what happened later.

Before.

After.

I cracked the door open to my house. "Are you ready? I'm only coming in if I have your undivided attention!"

Hubby said, "Okay-ay. Should I put some run way music on?"

"YEAH!"

"Something with a beat....okay."

And Eye of the Tiger played. OF COURSE I launched into an impromptu full dance routine.

This is one of a handful of times I have donated my hair to Locks of Love. I donated ten inches, and then still had plenty more for the additional inches they snipped for the cut. I have gotten wiser the more times I have done this.

I donate in loving memory of my sister in love. Her last year with us she taught me the importance of a good wig, and how vital a good wig is to living with cancer, maintaining your dignity, and retaining your self esteem. She got to see me donate once before she passed away.

Carina in her wig with M.