How to make a Woman feel Good about herself...

When I stopped nursing my last baby, my hair began to fall out. It was very long. I thought the weight might be a factor. I had been growing out my hair for locks of love. When I noticed big chunks coming out each time I ran my fingers through my hair, I knew I needed to act quickly-or locks of love would have to donate a wig to me!

Eleven to twelve inches of my hair was chopped off, leaving me with a chin length bob. That was several months ago. My hair has been growing back...slowly. I should mention that I don't have bangs. I haven't had bangs since ninth grade, which was a LONG time ago. My hair has grown back pretty evenly. It's now past my shoulders. But for some strange reason, the front hair will not grow evenly. Some look like baby bangs. Others are four inches long. While others are a whopping seven inches long. It looks all scraggly and they refuse to part correctly, leaving me looking like a cross between Dennis the Menace and a Fraggle. Yikes!!!

So this morning I did something drastic. I cut me some bangs.

Then I waited.

Waited for my family to notice. And I waited and waited and waited. Daughter Number One finally noticed and this is what she said to me:

D#1: "Mom. You look like those Mexican ladies who dye their hair blonde."

Me: "What?! I don't dye my hair. This is my natural color. I don't even have dark roots. Do I??"

D#1: (sounding exasperated) "No, Mom. Not that. I mean, your eyebrows are lots darker than your hair. And they're bushy."

Me: "My eyebrows, what???"

Meanwhile, I waited for the Hubby to notice. And I waited and waited and waited. Finally after church, (and some snippy looks on my part) the following conversation occurred:

Hubby: "You look real nice today."

Me: "Psh. Have you even looked at me today to notice?"

Hubby: "Yeah, I looked at you." (looking straight at me as if to emphasize this point)

Me: "Whatever. You not really looking at me. Otherwise you'd notice."

Hubby: "I noticed." (looking real hard now and trying to figure out exactly what he's supposed to have noticed) Umm. I noticed...that you are wearing eyeliner and it really brings out your eyes."

Me: "Psh."

Hubby: (trying again) "Umm. I noticed that you are color coordinated with your earrings and your shirt."

Me: "See. You don't notice anything!"

Hubby: "I do too. I noticed that you did your hair real nice. And umm... Did you do something to your eyebrows?"

Me: "My eyebrows?!?!?!"

Come. On. Family! I haven't had bangs in 17 years. Not for the entire time that you've all known me. And all you can think of is that I've done something to my eyebrows. Or, wait. Is that a hint? Do you think there's something wrong with my eyebrows? Ey-yi-yi. I totally didn't see that coming. At all. Who knew bangs would draw everyones attention to my eyebrows. You did? Well, psh. It's a little late to point that out now. :-P Haha!!!

By the way, the hubby did finally figure out that I had bangs. It was very funny to watch his face as he worked it out. He was getting more nervous with each wrong guess and concentrating so hard trying to figure out what was different about me. And then his face when he finally got it. It was like in the cartoons when the lightbulb clicks over the guys head. Hilarious!!