Dyed in the Wool Again

Friday, July 30, 2010

I've been dying my hair one way or r another for the better part of 23 years. I first started with the "Frost & Glow" kit where you put on a cap, pulled out strands of hair, applied the dye which foamed and got hot, and ended up with spaghetti-like blond streaks. In the late 80's, I was totally working those streaks and I still stand by the fact that they were stylish at the time. As were my 'tall' bangs.

In my early 20's, I stuck with blond highlights, only occasionally messing up a home job, and started seeing professional hairstylists for colour once in a while. About 1992, I ended up finding a stylist who gave me an amazing haircut or two in a row. It was then that my love affair of great hairdresser began. The compliments I got on my hair were only the icing on the cake. I felt great with my great haircut. I started paying more for haircuts. After all, what else do you wear every day?

In my late 20s, I was still getting blond highlights, but by the time I turned thirty, I was into lowlights, and reds and even going for an allover colour. I was convinced that the red I chose was so natural looking that no one would believe it was dye. I'll never know if people actually bought it or not, but I know for sure that the colour suited me.

Once the kids came along, I stuck with my pricey and frequent trips to the salon for foil (never cap!) highlights in at least two, if not three colours - one lighter, one darker and one reddish tone. I also opted for a pixie-ish cut and had my hair quite short for a few years. It was harder to find the time to get my hair done, but I was addicted to 'good' hair.

When I was on bedrest for my third child, I couldn't very well go for haircuts or colour, so I saw it as an opportunity to grow out my pixie and my colour. After almost two years, I had all natural hair. Virgin hair, if you will. I grew it and grew it as long as I could, while still getting trims here and there to maintain a semblance of style.

Only problem is, my hair is thin and fine. Not fun. My natural dark blonde/light brown hair was pretty plain against my pale skin. I dreamed of looking like Lauren Graham or Emily Blunt. Dark hair, pale skin and blue eyes.

I finally took the plunge back in February and dyed my hair darker. After two applications of the chestnut colour, I used copper twice, and finally, back to the chestnut again. I've dyed my hair about once a month since then.

I was getting a little tired of the angled bob I'd had since last September and decided to go shorter. I wasn't ready for a pixie cut again, but settled on a short-in-back, long-on-top cut. I was in tears when I got home from the hairdresser. The way she styled my hair was hideous. I got home and immediately washed my hair. I've had about 5 chances to style it at home myself and it has looked different each time, but I really like it. I went to the gym, showered, and put in some mousse, then dried my hair a bit, and it turned out great. I'm so glad I don't need to spend 10 minutes with the hairdryer and my round brush anymore.


Mini-Putt and the Driving Range and Other Summertime Diversions

Saturday, July 24, 2010

"I'm bored"
"Can I play Wii? Pleeeeease!"
"Can I invite someone over?"

I can't tell you how many times I've heard these expressions at my house since summer vacation started.On my list of things to do with the kids this summer is bowling, mini-putt, pony riding and the petting zoo, so I decided to take the kids mini-putting yesterday morning, after we took the cat to the vet for her leukemia booster.

It was misting a little, but the kids weren't deterred and said that we could just bring raincoats rather than call off the whole trip. I like that 'can-do' attitude!

The mini-putt course was deserted, so each kid picked a ball and a putter and they were so excited, they were running all over the place. Each of the kids (even Precious, who is 4) got a hole-in-one, and it was pretty exciting. I asked Precious if she was happy that she got one and she said "I so proud". It was adorable.After mini-putting, the kids really wanted to go to the driving range. I got them a small bucket of balls to share and I told them to be really, really careful. I could just picture one of them getting a driver to the head on a back swing. Ouch.

They did pretty well, even though no amount of reasoning could convince Mr. Boy that he had his hands reversed. You'd think that since he plays baseball, he'd know how to hold his hands. Sweet Pea hit some balls out to the 25 yard marker, and Mr. Boy got to the 50.All the balls that Precious hit are still visible in this photo, and the older two collected them all up and hit them again.
After mini-putting, we went to Harvey's and got lunch. Mr. Boy had a friend coming in the afternoon, and after he left, we went to the library. When we got back, the kids were happy to read their books while I made shepherd's pie for supper.

After supper, DH went to the neighbour's to 'jam' and I watched It's Complicated, which I really enjoyed. It was funny and romantic, and the houses in Nancy Meyers' movie are always amazing. The kitchen in the movie was gorgeous! I love the black window frames and the neutral colour scheme.
I still covet the decor in the gorgeous beach house in Nancy Meyers' Something's Gotta Give?
The Something's Gotta Give kitchen is probably still my favourite kitchen, ever.


How I Know My Husband Is Smokin' Hot

Monday, July 19, 2010

How do I know my husband's smoking hot? I saw it with my own two eyes.
He broke out the smoker we got him for Christmas, set the whole darn thing up, and smoked us some pretty fine ribs. (This must be said with a southern U.S. accent)

DH is a man who takes meat seriously. Coming from Eastern Europeans on both sides, he knows a thing or two about sausages, ribs, steak, etc.

A couple of weeks back, we tried the smoker and we ended up with some pretty smoky ribs and pork tenderloin. They were good, but nothing special. After figuring out where to improve, DH set up the smoker around noon and we were treated to some tasty ribs for supper last night.
Pork ribs seasoned with a spicy rub, and homemade BBQ sauce. The ribs turned out a little bit spicy, a little bit sweet, meaty, juicy, and delicious.

Yummy and smokin' hot. And the ribs were good, too.



Sunday, July 11, 2010

We went to see Metric last night, along with thousands and thousands of others. Last year at Bluesfest, DH and I went to the concert sans kids. Metric is one of my favourite bands, and the kids like them, too so we couldn't very well leave them at home this year.

We had to leave Gary and Hilary's wedding reception early (their real wedding was in Mexico in the winter), and we got to Bluesfest in time to see a few other acts before Metric. The kids ate at the festival, and DH and I had shwarma there, too. By 7:00, the kids were getting tired, so we sat on our blanket and watched the show from pretty far back. I have to say I preferred it last year, where we could see Emily Haines' facial expressions and see her aerobic-type moves. Last year, we just watched, but this year, I filled up the water bottle and took someone to the bathroom during the 60 minute show.
On Friday night, the night before the show, DH was out at Bluesfest with our neighbour, so I stayed home and was inspired to make the whole family Metric t-shirts with some fabric paints and some plain shirts I bought a few years ago. The shirts turned out great and quite a few people noticed them and commented on them. The kids, especially Sweet Pea were thrilled.

Sweet Pea even matched the writing on her shirt with her pants.
Mr. Boy and Precious dancing during Metric.
Remind me to take posing lessons before I get my picture taken again! LOL!
DH claims to like his metric shirt enough that he'll wear it again.
The kids were zonked when we got home. Taking them to Bluesfest is so much fun and they were free to get in!


Canada Day, Interrupted

Sunday, July 4, 2010

I had fun at my mom and Mike's Canada Day party, while I was there. During the day, we were all a little tired and decided not to go downtown. The kids were offered the chance to have a nap in the afternoon and then we would let them stay up to watch the fireworks. No takers.

DH brought us out to my mom's, for 4 but Mr. Boy was complaining more and more about his sore ear. He hadn't mentioned it the day before, but within 12 hours or so, it went from "0 to 60". He'd been swimming 5 times in three days, and had a runny nose.
I called the doctor, and the after hours support and no one was available, so Mr. Boy and I headed out to the emergency room of a small town hospital near my mom's. Tyler and Anne Marie watched the girls as DH was playing hockey. I'd heard the wait times were more manageable there than at the city hospitals, and it was true. We checked in around 6:00 p.m. and were seen around 7:15. p.m . Part of the delay was the 7:00 shift change.

After the doctor confirmed that Mr. Boy had a terrible ear infection, worthy of calling the resident to come and see his bulging ear drum, we got a prescription, and a warning for Mr. Boy not to go swimming until his ear is better. I knew he had an ear infection, but I wasn't sure we'd be able to get our hands on the antibiotics the doctor prescribed since it was a holiday. Mr. Boy was inconsolable since he didn't want to miss swimming lessons the next day.

Luckily, the pharmacy in the town was open, even though it was 7:30 p.m. on Canada Day, but I believe Mr. Boy's ear drum ruptured around the same time because his ear started feeling better about 1 minute after he took some ibuprofen and antibiotics, and the doctor had told us 20 minutes earlier that it looked like it was about to rupture and that it would feel better after.

So Mr. Boy missed swimming on Friday, but since DH was working from home, they both stayed home, and Mr. Boy got a good dose of XBox.

Now I have to figure out what a 'better' ear looks like so I can decide if Mr. Boy is fit for swimming lessons tomorrow. I also bought two different kinds of ear plugs for him to try and he will definitely wear one tomorrow.


Happy Canada Day!

Thursday, July 1, 2010

Happy Canada Day everyone! We're having some rather cool weather, but it's nothing wearing a jacket and some pants can't fix.
We're off to a party at my mom's this afternoon. The older kids were offered a trip to the fireworks if they had a nap this afternoon but neither wanted to participate.
Because of the time of year, it gets dark really late right now, so the fireworks wouldn't be until around 10:00. They would be spectacular, but I know we all would have paid for it tomorrow with some cranky kids.


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