Sunday, March 27, 2011
Wedding Crashing.
Today I crashed a wedding for the very first time...
and i think the best part about it, is the fact that i had no idea i was going to go to the wedding until 40 mins before it started. My Omi ( grandmother in german) called me up and asked me to go. Now to fully understand the context of this, it would be helpful for you to know that my Omi lives an hour and 40 mins away. so we rarely get to see each other and she has been asking me to cut her hair for her for about a month now, but i have been too busy to make my usual trek down to her house. Now the wedding she was at ended up being about 5 minutes from where i live so i told her yesterday to give me a call if she had time in between the ceremony and the reception and i could come pick her up, show her my apt and if there was time give her a haircut.
But she one-uped me and called me this afternoon at 2:20 and told me to come to the wedding ( i actually know the couple getting married so it wasn't a complete crash) so i quickly threw on a dress and went. then after the ceremony ( i had to intention of going to the reception un invited) i absconded with my Omi to show her my apartment and give her a quick haircut and style so that she could arrive at the reception in style.
My Omi is an amazing woman, if i could be half the woman that she is i would consider myself lucky. she is 81 and still has so much energy. Not only that but she is a good woman, an amazing cook and loves Jesus so very much. She is mother to 6 children and raised them well, all the while struggling to learn a second language in a foreign country. i am so blessed to have her as an example in my life, and to be able to spend the time that i get with her. i should make more of an effort than i do. i should.
so that has been my sunday, a bit unexpected and a lot of fun. i started out the morning by reading in 1 Corinthians 13. " Love is patient and kind; love does not envy or boast; it is not arrogant or rude. It does not insist on its own way; it is not irritable or resentful; it does not rejoice at wrongdoing but rejoices with the truth. Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things. Love never fails" Man, wow, i feel like every time i read that passage its a good solid slap across the face. Reminding me of how i need to be living and treating others. I see it so exemplified in my Omi and my mom and i want to be like them. i want to love like they do. fully, without reserve, without thought of self gain or anything like that.
God is doing big things, big things and its got me excited.
Thursday, March 17, 2011
not about hair
thats not completely true...
i fixed my holiday by putting in 3 back to back slices ( foils of solid hair, not woven) of bright red.. or for fellow hairstylists 6RB and 6RV mixed, but only with 5 volume so its not going to stick around.
i'm also sure there are only a handful of people who understood what i just wrote. i talk in weird numbers and letters, this i understand, but those closest to me have come to understand this language and know what i'm talking about if i refer to a level 7 red, or a level 8 blond and even know about volumes, beveling, over direction, and a whole slew of other terms. I feel thats the mark of a good friendship, making what's important to your friends important to you.
how many times have i learned about the most random, unuseful things just so i can have a real conversation with a friend? i've lost count. i put value in my friends, and therefor what is valuable to them becomes so to me.
its not always easy, or fun, but i've found that its so worth it, because it gives common ground, that starting point...
i've found that cultivating good friendships take work, and its hard to put that work in if the friendships have previously been effortless and yet kept at the very surface. always talking about funny, laughable things, never ever any real common ground... making that switch is hard... sometimes painful, and sometimes you lose a friend because they don't want to put in that kind of effort.
I'm past the point in my life where i want a lot of friends... i just simply want good friends, and i'm unwilling to put up with surface friends, people that are only around for the good times, the laughs, the easy. I want the friends that get in the trenches with me, down on their knees with me... fighting..praying.. crying... folks i'm a cryer, and if i can't cry in front of you, then there is something seriously wrong.
i think people are afraid of being vulnerable, and i understand that, i get that.. i'm there, been there, living there, bought a lot of property there. i hate to be vulnerable. but i must! i must or else i die. just to be dramatic with you for a moment. it goes against my very nature, against all my self preservation... and i'm learning to fight it, because if i expect vulnerability from my friends... i must in return be...
these are my thoughts.
i fixed my holiday by putting in 3 back to back slices ( foils of solid hair, not woven) of bright red.. or for fellow hairstylists 6RB and 6RV mixed, but only with 5 volume so its not going to stick around.
i'm also sure there are only a handful of people who understood what i just wrote. i talk in weird numbers and letters, this i understand, but those closest to me have come to understand this language and know what i'm talking about if i refer to a level 7 red, or a level 8 blond and even know about volumes, beveling, over direction, and a whole slew of other terms. I feel thats the mark of a good friendship, making what's important to your friends important to you.
how many times have i learned about the most random, unuseful things just so i can have a real conversation with a friend? i've lost count. i put value in my friends, and therefor what is valuable to them becomes so to me.
its not always easy, or fun, but i've found that its so worth it, because it gives common ground, that starting point...
i've found that cultivating good friendships take work, and its hard to put that work in if the friendships have previously been effortless and yet kept at the very surface. always talking about funny, laughable things, never ever any real common ground... making that switch is hard... sometimes painful, and sometimes you lose a friend because they don't want to put in that kind of effort.
I'm past the point in my life where i want a lot of friends... i just simply want good friends, and i'm unwilling to put up with surface friends, people that are only around for the good times, the laughs, the easy. I want the friends that get in the trenches with me, down on their knees with me... fighting..praying.. crying... folks i'm a cryer, and if i can't cry in front of you, then there is something seriously wrong.
i think people are afraid of being vulnerable, and i understand that, i get that.. i'm there, been there, living there, bought a lot of property there. i hate to be vulnerable. but i must! i must or else i die. just to be dramatic with you for a moment. it goes against my very nature, against all my self preservation... and i'm learning to fight it, because if i expect vulnerability from my friends... i must in return be...
these are my thoughts.
Sunday, March 13, 2011
Blogging is as blogging does.
this sight began as a way to keep track of all the friends of mine who have started blogging.
i enjoy reading about their lives and since i wanted to follow them, this blog came with the deal.
well, i thought it came with the deal. i was trying to follow my lovely friend Kaylyn and it didnt allow me to follow with just my twitter, or so i thought. SO i signed in with my google connect, which then told me,
" hey guess what, you now have a blogspot"
ok, it didn't really say that... exactly. but you get the idea.
i currently have no theme. no idea as to what i want to post about all the time
off the top of my head i think i might make this about hair. because hair is what i do and love.
speaking of hair.. today i brought mine back to a blondish hue ( its been red since september.)
but since i am impatient i highlighted it myself.. and it almost turned out great... almost.
see, i have this 'holiday' a holiday is a patch of hair, traditionally at the root, that ends up the wrong color.
so, right in the front, i have this patch of platinum blond root, and red hair strands... this bothers me. and it looks bad. atrocious really.
but i have already washed my hair TWICE today and i can't bring myself to wash it again.
see, i have this 'thing' about washing my hair more than once a week. 1) its not good for the hair to be washed too often and 2) i simply can't be bothered to wash my hair when i shower at 3:10 a.m
so here begins my journey back to being a blond.. my natural color and the color Luke votes for the least. ( for someone all about natural he is surprisingly vocal about me keeping up the red)
and maybe someday i'll tell the story of how i needed to become a redhead, if only for a brief amount a weeks and then liked it so much i kept it going.
i enjoy reading about their lives and since i wanted to follow them, this blog came with the deal.
well, i thought it came with the deal. i was trying to follow my lovely friend Kaylyn and it didnt allow me to follow with just my twitter, or so i thought. SO i signed in with my google connect, which then told me,
" hey guess what, you now have a blogspot"
ok, it didn't really say that... exactly. but you get the idea.
i currently have no theme. no idea as to what i want to post about all the time
off the top of my head i think i might make this about hair. because hair is what i do and love.
speaking of hair.. today i brought mine back to a blondish hue ( its been red since september.)
but since i am impatient i highlighted it myself.. and it almost turned out great... almost.
see, i have this 'holiday' a holiday is a patch of hair, traditionally at the root, that ends up the wrong color.
so, right in the front, i have this patch of platinum blond root, and red hair strands... this bothers me. and it looks bad. atrocious really.
but i have already washed my hair TWICE today and i can't bring myself to wash it again.
see, i have this 'thing' about washing my hair more than once a week. 1) its not good for the hair to be washed too often and 2) i simply can't be bothered to wash my hair when i shower at 3:10 a.m
so here begins my journey back to being a blond.. my natural color and the color Luke votes for the least. ( for someone all about natural he is surprisingly vocal about me keeping up the red)
and maybe someday i'll tell the story of how i needed to become a redhead, if only for a brief amount a weeks and then liked it so much i kept it going.
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