I was a guest blogger for Scary Mommy (http://www.scarymommy.com/category/scary-mommy-society/) the other day. I know those of you that know me want to vomit because I have mentioned it so much. I am sorry, but this is the first time in years that I have been acknowledged publicly for something other than being a mommy. OK, granted my post was about an epic mommy fail, but it was a huge boost for my frail little self esteem. I have really been thinking, I have a voice, I am awesome. Why oh why, must I get a bit overly confident? Nothing good can come from my chest pumping and fist pumps. Case in point...
Hubby is out of town, the girls were all asleep, so I thought I would embark on a full out war on my hair. I pulled out the box of keratin treatment that I had received to try and review. I was a bit intimidated when I opened up the box and saw a pamphlet with numerous directions, gloves, and three tubes of stuff. This treatment was suppose give me smooth shiny hair for 30 days. Step one, wash hair, towel dry and apply the cream with with gloves on. I was to leave the cream on for 20 minutes. I thought I would multitask and bring on the Nair too, why not? Just before applying the treatment, I lathered up the unwanted hair with Nair, and set the timer. I then put on the rubber gloves, and began applying the cream. I gagged at the scent, it smelled like a perm gone bad. I was determine to finish the process since half of my head now smelled like a salon from the late 80's. While covered in both Nair and stink cream I thought it would be a great time to do some laundry, and some dishes, and wipe down the kitchen counters. If my neighbors had peered though the window they may have thought I was the stay puff marshmallow man. I glanced at the time, crap I was suppose to wash this stuff off a long time ago. I waddled to the bathroom leaving a trail of cream and stink behind me. I rinsed off and admired my work. My Nair skills are far from great, I am a bit patchy and somewhat pinkish. My hair,well multi step directions have never been my strong suit. Apparently, I missed the part in the pamphlet that said that you need to section off the hair, so you get cream on every part. Now have nice straight hair and a few sections of random kinky. What is worse, is the aroma of perm seems to follow me around like Pig Pen's cloud of filth. I actually attempted to fabreeze it after two of my children made gagging sounds after hugging me. Awesome...
Hubby is out of town, the girls were all asleep, so I thought I would embark on a full out war on my hair. I pulled out the box of keratin treatment that I had received to try and review. I was a bit intimidated when I opened up the box and saw a pamphlet with numerous directions, gloves, and three tubes of stuff. This treatment was suppose give me smooth shiny hair for 30 days. Step one, wash hair, towel dry and apply the cream with with gloves on. I was to leave the cream on for 20 minutes. I thought I would multitask and bring on the Nair too, why not? Just before applying the treatment, I lathered up the unwanted hair with Nair, and set the timer. I then put on the rubber gloves, and began applying the cream. I gagged at the scent, it smelled like a perm gone bad. I was determine to finish the process since half of my head now smelled like a salon from the late 80's. While covered in both Nair and stink cream I thought it would be a great time to do some laundry, and some dishes, and wipe down the kitchen counters. If my neighbors had peered though the window they may have thought I was the stay puff marshmallow man. I glanced at the time, crap I was suppose to wash this stuff off a long time ago. I waddled to the bathroom leaving a trail of cream and stink behind me. I rinsed off and admired my work. My Nair skills are far from great, I am a bit patchy and somewhat pinkish. My hair,well multi step directions have never been my strong suit. Apparently, I missed the part in the pamphlet that said that you need to section off the hair, so you get cream on every part. Now have nice straight hair and a few sections of random kinky. What is worse, is the aroma of perm seems to follow me around like Pig Pen's cloud of filth. I actually attempted to fabreeze it after two of my children made gagging sounds after hugging me. Awesome...
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