So. The hair. I'm loving the cut, but I'm unsure about the color.
Yes, I threw caution to the wind -- Elizabeth asked, "So when are you going to let me color your hair?" and I said, "Well, if you have the time to do it, now, NOW!"
She brightened up my overall brown, and gave me two colors of highlights. One is very blond, the other a really nice dark honey-blonde, and the effect when my hair is wet is very stripe-y. It's also stripey when my hair is dry, but less noticeable. It is a look you see around these days, women with blonde highlights on top of dark layers underneath. I don't particularly care for it on other people (it looks too "done") but I'm going to live with this for a few days before I go in and say, no, the highlights are too light, I'd like them to blend more... I think, basically, I'm not "with it" enough in the hair world to like the difference in color. I need to get some feedback from girlfriends!
The cut is awesome, though. This woman understands my hair better than anyone else ever has. It's nice to have a nice cut.
Had a 2 hour conference call this evening for work. It's so demoralizing, because the work that I did was shredded at the last minute before the Alpha went out, and of course we're getting nailed on what remains of it.
I'm nervous also because tomorrow I have to try and get somewhere on this cheer squad stuff. It's really important to me that we pull the squad together and be more organized for the remaining 5 weeks. I called around to everyone today to tell them about the new team photo shoot, and I caught some flak from one mom because she didn't get the message I left her on Thursday. However, she had moved out from her old place, and had a new phone number, which I didn't have... so, what's up with that? It was just random luck that I caught her today, because she was visiting her old place.
I'll just do the best I can, there's nothing else for it.
Between work and this cheer stuff, plus the pending biopsy and the waiting for the celiac test results, I'm more unsettled than ever. I talked to my Mom today, let her go on about this and that and finally in the waning moments of the conversation, she wants the 30-second bullet on my family. I told her about my pending biopsy and she kind of stopped in her tracks: "Wow, you sure do have a lot of those." Well, yeah -- this is #4, and it's up to the dermatologist when we go after numbers 5 and 6. Whee! Not. I said to DH today, "Well, if I'm going to have cancer, at least I can have pretty hair."
Strangely, I do not feel as if my head is going to explode. But I do feel upset. Disquieted. Experience tells me there's nothing I can do except endure until it's all over. When I think about that, it irritates me, because I realize I'm more or less wishing my life away, not living "in the now" but focussing too much on the future, and that's a waste.
Oh, yeah, I should probably follow-up with Princeton Review, too. I can just see them popping up and saying, come on in for training this weekend when I have some huge deadline for my freelance job... I need to make a list.