So Madonna of me

Growing up with a very starch, strict Catholic mother leaves a child resenting religion a little. I hate it when people are not open to learning about other cultures and beliefs other than what they were taught to believe in. Last Friday in the salon, I noticed that Mojgan, the esthetician, and probably one of the nicest human beings I have ever met, was wearing a red string around her left hand. I asked her what it stood for and she explained it is a Kabbalah practice. The string is supposed to remind and help a person stray from doing evil, gossiping, and help a person become a better individual. I’m certainly not in the market to change religions but I love this idea. Early this morning, when my eyes were still have swollen from not sleeping last night, Mojgan knotted a red string on my left arm 8 times. An hour later, I slipped off the wagon when laughing over how crazy Brit Brit is. Mojgan, in such a sweet manner, corrected me. I quickly zipped my lip and recovered gracefully. Unfortunately, not everyone is behind my new commitment. After telling my mother about my new challenge, she chewed my ear off, questioning why I would give up on being a Catholic after 27 years. I tried to explain the only thing I was giving up is all my bad habits but she still doesn’t get it. I don’t blame her though. She grew up being taught by nuns, way before Second Vatican occurred. Here’s hoping my string can last longer than a week.

Loves!
mer

When hair stylists fuck up

My mom started my modeling career when I was about 18 months old. I started out doing Gerber and baby formula print ads. Eventually, after learning to talk, I was picked to advertise Welch’s grape fruit juice, represent some children’s hospital, even sang the Oscar Myer song in attempts to sell more bologna. To this day, the only way I can spell bologna is by singing the song.
Before every audition my mother would spend a countless amount of time on fixing my hair, which I am sure amounted to no more than10 strands. She always had me stand right in front of her, mirror in front of me, and as she was fixing some new coiffure, she’d repeat over and over, “hair makes the woman.” I never really gave this a second thought until last week, while working the front desk at Carter Barns, I decided to experiment with my hair. Corey didn’t have anyone coming in until later in the afternoon and offered to add red highlights to my hair, which at time sounded like an awesome idea. It was the worst experience ever. From the scorching water he used to wash my hair to the burning sensation I felt as soon as he left red hair dye in my hair for over an hour, the whole process was a nightmare. The results were far worse, as you can see from the pictures.
As soon as Corey finished styling my hair, I was on the phone with Van Michael requesting an emergency appointment with my regularly scheduled hair stylist. Don’t get me wrong, I am all for change. I rarely have the same hair color twice. But I definitely cannot pull off the bright red. And people treated me differently. Usually men are all so very sweet to me and cant do enough for me, and women are typically way bitchy with me (which I have now learned to take it a compliment). However, with me looking like a crazy punk, strangers perceived me to be someone entirely different. Men were extremely rough with me, talking to me like I was druggie girl who didn’t amount to much. Women tried to avoid eye contact with me but just as they think I wasn’t looking, I caught them stealing glances at my head. I even got approached by an elderly woman with a hunchback selling tickets to the circus. She said I looked like I loved clowns. I’m deadly scared of clowns.
So, I got my hair fixed thanks to my hair stylist genius, Ron Rock. It’s not totally back to normal (it’s a million times darker than I had it before) but it’s a million times better than what Corey did to me. Next month I’m going back to Van Michael and to add the lighter highlights around my face…and to add more 20 more pieces of hair to my head. Finally, I can go through life with thick hair. Can’t wait!

Loves!
mer

Best. Show. Ever

Every season I think they cant get any funnier, but naturally they have. I love the Office so much, possibly even more than Sex and the City! I have decided every week I'm going to post an Office highlight in hopes of persuading others to watch more often. I like the direction the show is taking. Just feel bad for Dwight :(