Crazy up in here

I sort of have an all time favorite question that I ask a lot of my clients.We have nurses, teachers, chiropracters, bankers, realtors, hygenists, you name it- we have them as a client. So...what is this question that I can't help myself but ask? "What is the craziest thing you've ever seen?" Call it morbid fascination or just plain nosy- GUILTY as charged! We have heard some really cool I mean crazy stuff. Me and the beauties have heard about babies being born in the toilet and people using cheese whiz as denture adhesive.  Gross, but this is so much more exciting than doing hair! Right? Wrong. We have all kinds of good stuff locked away in The Bungalows bank of crazy. I find it only fair that I should have to tell you the craziest thing thats ever happened to me. The beauties have good stories too. Everyone has something. My crazy starts with a client we'll call "Jimmy". I had cut Jimmys hair for a good while. I would say a couple of years. He was just getting out of highschool when I met him. He was a little bit of a trouble maker, but seemed like a good kid overall. He did have a girlfriend we'll call " Roxy" that he often brought in with him. I wasn't too suprised when Roxy started a career in "dancing" nor was I surprised when they got busted with a little pot. The very large Edward Scissor Hands she had tattooed on her thigh was a little bit of a shocker I have to admit. Also a surprise was when Roxy left Jimmy for the tattoo artist. Shortly after that Jimmy fell off the face of the earth, or so I thought.  You can imagine my surprise two years later when Jimmy needs a haircut. Of course I'll cut it! When he shows up I thought it was a little strange that him and his buddy had matching blue slipons. Where have I seen these kind of shoes? Thinking, thinking.... Oh yes, prison. Prison! He goes on to tell me he got busted with drugs and was now living in a halfway house. I was a little suprised, but people make mistakes, he served his time. That was until Jimmy started getting a little demanding with his appointments. When scanning caller i.d. I would see where he had started calling at 7:00 in the morning, then 7:01, then 7:03, 7:06, 7:09, all the way until we opened. I was a little freaked out, even more so when I answered the phone and he asked me why I was avoiding him. Ummmm..... we open at 9:00. Jimmy does come in for what will be his last cut. It was just me at the salon with a client under the dryer. Smart, I realize. He was acting really strange. I noticed a huge knot on his head I had never seen. I asked him what happened- Apparently that was done while "making whoopie". Ok- tmi. I hurried as fast as possible. When he was finished he just kept lingering. Okay, so that will be $18. Still lingering. Lingering.....He then asked to use the bathroom and when he came out he proceeded to ask if he could take a picture of me on his phone. Ya, no! He wanted to show it to his halfway house buddy. Ya, still no. You can only imagine how well the husband took the news. Needless to say- Jimmy was fired from The Bungalow that day. Well, sort of. I tried to ignore him away, but then the phone calls started. He would not stop calling! One of the beauties could not take it anymore and broke the news to him that he was no longer welcome. Don't feel too sad for Jimmy though. We did find out that he didn't go to prison for drugs, but for assault and battery on you guessed it- Roxy. I can definatley think of other crazy client things that have happened, but this gets the blue ribbon. Sooooo, what's the craziest thing thats happened to you? Oh, come on, you know it's getting crazy up in here ;)

Mad World

Does it seem lately that we are living in a mad world? Has goodness in mankind finally run its course? Can gas prices go any higher????? Now we all know how philosphical hairdressers are (wink) so it would only make sense that we try and save the world. It seems like clients more and more are coming in stressed out, losing hair, losing  jobs, losing spouses, losing their minds, you get it. A half hour in our chair and wala! You should be cured right? I firmly believe that all the worlds problems can be solved with a little teasing and hairspray. Call me naive- Maybe The White House should have more hairdressers on hand when making new policies and big decisions. Well... maybe they should. On a serious note- what's with everyone lately? I've always heard life is supposed to be enjoyed. So are you enjoying it? Don't get me wrong, if gas prices get any higher you might be seeing me around town on a vespa wearing a papoose. I get annoyed with bad customer service and people texting while driving, but I don't want to miss all the good things. The things I have no control over I try to let go. It gets in the way of things and people I like. The saying stop to smell the roses pertains to everyone- not just the freakishly positive ( no laughing). I believe there's more good in the world than bad. I believe we all deserve a happy home and life, but I also believe that if you don't have those things you can be happy starting with just you. So friends, clients, wherever you are, how happy you are, here's to you - sip- that's me sipping a little pinot to you ;)

Status Update

I would like to begin my blogging by giving my shout outs to "Veronica" and "Esperanza". They are fabulous clients of salon that are terrified I am going to mention them and their lovers trysts in my blog. Hahaha- maybe we'll save those stories for later ;). Today, however I have decided to write about a subject that me and the beauties discuss often, your facebook status. Not the "Lovely day at the park" or "Gettin my drink my on" but the "Gotta love when you get stabbed in the back by your best friend" status. You know what I'm talking about. If you have been guilty of this, chances are me and the beauties have read it out loud to each other making predictions on who you are verbally jabbing. Your status might be the highlight of our conversation. It's too intriguing. As soon as you post your punch in the stomach, I can't help but clicking on comments to see the "Oh no she didn't". What??? Like I'm the only one to look? You just posted for ALL 346 of your friends to see. It's not like I'm reading your diary. Most everything I know about anything I get on fb these days. The weather, whose dating who, whose cheating on who, who just got their hair done by someone else, who's just "checked" in at Chipotle, everything. I could probably go without a phone except for the fact I use it to facebook. I'm definatley not judging, by all means- proceed. Status updates are good for business. We might even start a gambeling ring at The Bungalow betting on whose status is about who. I'll put $10 on "Esperanza" in the club with "Veronica's" man. We could make a killing. If you have seen my status updates they are usually lighthearted and are about my son or indulging in a little wine on the patio, but who cares about that when you can find out what your friends really think about you ;).

Snow Day Slow Day

So I'm sitting here on snow day #2 and I'm wondering, why does the whole world stop on a snow day? I do have to admit that I am torn. Torn between Susie homemaker baking muffins and frolicking around in domesticated bliss and climbing the walls trying to escape to the closest Target and Starbucks. I mean just seeing another human being to prove my family isn't the only one that has survived the end of the world would kind of be a relief. I was talking to one of the beauties this morning and she said she was going to brave it and keep The Bungalow from looking so abandoned. Good for her. So dedicated. What am I doing you ask? Sitting in my bed with my laptop watching trashy murder mysteries while my darling toddler pretends to nap upstairs. That's another thing- does being holed up so long bring out my dark side? I mean how many 48 hrs mystery can one watch? On a good note, me and the maxter have had fun living in our p.j.s and decorating valentine cards but, business is business. I do miss my clients as much as I hope they miss me. People will call into work claiming they can't make it out of the driveway due to all the ice and call to see if we have any open appointments. Getting your hair done is definatley worth risking your life. Always has been. For any of my clients reading this, the arctic blast with all her witchery may have held me down for a short time but I will rise above. I will be at work Starbucks in hand, maybe a sled parked outside, but I will be there. All this excitement is making me want to bake cookies. So friends, clients, until then-

Single in the city

So I was chatting it up with The Bungalow Beauties and we were wondering what is up with all our single clients. I know my single clients very well (well- not that well ;) and I would have to say along with the beauties that each one of them  is amazing. So.... why are they single? It seems eerily ironic that none of them match well with any of my other singles either. Don't get me wrong- I LOOOVVVEE crazy dating stories but I do feel somewhat disappointed that I lack cupids bow and arrow. Trust me- I lack the bow and arrow. Worst hook up ever award goes to the one and only Jessica A. Woerner. Picture if you can- a cute little old man eyeing a gray haired beauty from across the salon. " Who's that??? Is she single?" Thinking he was being creepy old man client I turn around to see the lovely Ruby we'll call her. The wheels start spinning faster and faster in my mind. How cute will this be! I get them to exchange numbers with a big smile on my face. This is going to be so cute. Wrong. Ruby showed up at the salon crying her eyes out. Apparently "Frank" was looking for the "Barbie type" and said that she only looked good from the neck up. Exact words. Months later I had to see Ruby still upset over Franks playboy moves. Apparently he was trying to meet girls at Lubys. Needless to say, I have retired in the matchmakers world. I do from time to time get the itch to give "good" advice to my singles. The good man upstairs knows too well that if my single client "Bob" saw this he'd have a mouthful to say. After a dating disaster with some self centered vixen woman I convinced him to give her another chance. How bad could it be? Bad enough for her to invite him to the Rangers game and when he was on his way there with a special picnic he packed for them, she let him know she would not be there. She informed him she didn't want to be embarrassed  by being seen with someone so ugly. Yep, you read that right. You can probably understand than why one of the beauties refused to let me hook up one of my cute lady clients. Who knew "Kenny" was gay? Yah- everyone but me. Soooo... it seems sad for me to sit around and do nothing. Maybe my skills are just not practiced enough? Maybe I'll start a singles info board at the salon. I like it. If you're single and want a date come into The Bungalow and I'll fix you right up! A girls gotta try ;)

Me obsessive? Impossible :)

So my sweet baby is sick with strep throat keeping us inside all weekend :(  Sooo, I figure I should work on his birthday party decor. I started yesterday morning and yes, there is an actual dip in the couch from me switching off between party images and etsy for two days straight. It happens. What can I say other than I am slightly obsessive. I tend to think of it as a good quality. Really......???.... The party theme is Max's Barnyard Bash and it is going to be fabulous. I have been obsessive as long as I can remember. I can remember rearranging my room at the age of 6 at midnight. Lining up every stuffed animal against the wall. Aww- Perfection. Now don't misunderstand, if we ever had a falling out you won't be coming home to a  bunny boiling on the stove and I'm definatley not going to use the gps through my phone to locate you at any given time ( it's a whole other story how I know about that). Can I live with my obsession for awesomeness, perfection? Yes. Can my husband? Maybe. Haha, just remember- wherever you go, I'll find you :)

Is this crazy? I'm starting a blog? I've talked about it and here we are. There's so much we need to talk about, but first pour yourself a big glass of the fermented grape and get comfortable. I would like to start by saying I am a wife and a mother to of course, the best looking kid in town. Seriously. I will debate this. I co- own a salon and am also a stylist. I have a very busy life and with it does occasionally come with hiccups. Visualize if you can- Toy story 3 as backround music, my adorable, sweet toddler trying to flush my purse down the toilet, and me standing up booking appointments at my kitchen island through text. It's crazy and I have fabulous stories to share with my clients as they do me and  now for only $ 9.99 with you. Just kidding- But the stories part is real. I will not hold out. This is my crazy life and I would'nt have it any other way