Five things I am grateful for (for G.C)

On the radio today (I have made the switch to CBC 2 after getting irritated at all the talk talk talk on Radio 1) the host (in between songs) mentioned that a study has shown that writing down five things you are grateful for once a day increases your health. Since I tend to be an ungrateful bastard (much of the time) and have a family history of hypochondria, I thought I would give it a whirl.

Today, November 30, 2009, I am grateful for:

1) The first snow fall in which my son stomped about in his new boots;
2) Watching my son grow strong and healthy. I read in the paper today that a child dies of hunger every five seconds. It boggles the mind;
3) Bobby pins (see previous post);
4) The Guardian crossword (bathroom scrubber, 6 letters, ?);
5) The curiosity of 6-year-olds.

As I write this, I realize I have a million things to be grateful for.

Thank you, Universe.

(loofah !)

Haircut

I have needed a haircut for a while. The ends are knotty and dry and whatever style was initially cut into my mop has grown out. My hair was tangly and snarly. Time for a trim.

My options were as follows: 1) the really expensive place where I had inadvertently insulted the stylist last time. While he did a good cut I hate having to tip everybody from the shampoo guy to the other one giving you a head massage. I just wanted a haircut. 2) the cheap place on Parc Ave which I only realized after the fact was actually a men's salon. The photos of men on the wall and the name of the place (Boyfriend Kuts) should have given it away but I was focused on my own hair. 3) Try something new.

I am always "trying something new", forever in search of that perfect hair salon, not too expensive, decent haircut and without all of the flaflah of the chichi salons. I have tried so many places in Montreal but I always hold out hope that I will one day find the perfect place. Today wasn't it.

I went to a place that looked funky and was near a university so I thought they'd have a clue. Turns out they didn't and I have the worst haircut I've had in quite some time. And to make matters worse, it is really short so I can't do anything about it except grimace in the mirror and swear at my reflection.

Did I ask for short? Did I ask to look like a twelve-year old? No. Did I not mention that I have been trying to grow out my hair for ages? That layers are what works on my hair? Yes. How the stylist somehow translated what I said into what he did to my head is beyond me. Initially, he went for very short with a bobble-head of bounce on top and a duck flip at the bottom. I kid you not. When I asked for the duck flip at my collar to be removed, I could sense that he was starting to get irritated.

This is something that I also hate about going to the hairdressers, they take it so personally! Heaven forbid you don't like the massacre they've done to your hair! Well, I don't like it. It is ugly and stupid and short and I can't do anything about it. I am stuck with this stupid haircut for at least a year as it grows out. So, yes, I do have a right to be angry. Yes, it is ugly. And to top it off, it was crooked.

I hate my hair.