The final product
The haircut was free (but the dye was a nominal fee, no big deal). A few weeks ago Lenny, my friend that I met when he was drummer for Old School, posted a status about whomever posted a story on why they deserve a free haircut would get one. I was sitting in Starbucks (skipping a class) and taking a break from writing a paper when I saw the post. I wasn't expecting to win, but I posted, "Between tuition, Christmas and meds, I'm broke. I only have a little in my bank account and it makes me cry. I won't be getting a haircut in a long time." Whenever someone talks about money, I go into that. I know I shouldn't, but money has been stressing me out a lot lately. Tuition came due and I actually had to borrow money from a co-worker (I feel bad, but after her Christmas break I'll be paying her back that $35). Anyway, I "won" the free haircut.
My dad dropped me off yesterday at 9:45; my appointment was at 10-- Lenny came walking in and I introduced my dad to him. He said I was a sweet girl and other compliments. It made me choke up a bit because there are days when I feel like no one can stand me and I'm a monster. Anyway, my dad left after that to do Christmas shopping and I was brought to the back. The worn out colour was the first thing we talked about, which took me by surprise because the women who cut my hair in the past never said anything about it or dismissed it as being the "in" style of having faded edges. I told Lenny that and he just laughed, but he said he shouldn't be because that style is not "in." He specializes in corrective colouring.
After the colouring and the washing, he brings me back to his station and we begin chatting about school. His son just finished his first semester at St. Joe's. I talked about finishing up my semester. It was nice getting caught up because once he moved to his new band, I hadn't seen him up until 2 weeks ago (so I hadn't seen him in a year). When dad picked me up, he was surprised by the results -- in a good way -- and when I got home everyone loved my hair. :) I'm sending him a thank you/Christmas card. I felt blessed yesterday. I do have friends, not many, but the friends I do have love me for who I am and try to help me. Mom might complain they're old, but I don't care -- a friend is a friend and I'm lucky to have mine.
Then after lunch, I went to Aunt Linda's to give the boys their gifts. They had me open mine first and when I opened it, I saw a box and when I saw the NFL logo I was surprised. I opened up quickly and to my delight, it was a Packers piggy bank! ^_^ I thanked them up and down. Then Joey, being the youngest, opened his gift (from me). He seemed to like the picture I took, which he thought was of an old Packers player (I explained to him it was from a college game I went to) and seemed to like the CDs. He knew half the songs (^_^) and couldn't wait to listen. Jason opened his next and he seemed to love it too. My aunt loved the Alice In Chains shirt I gave him -- she said it was a nice shirt (^_^). He said he couldn't wait to listen to his CD either. When Josh came back from learning how to drive, he opened his up too -- an Alice In Chains CD, and seemed to like it. I hope they did.
The Packers piggy bank and the awesome card my friend Aubman sent me.