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Showing posts with label traumatic hair experiences. Show all posts
Showing posts with label traumatic hair experiences. Show all posts
Monday, May 21, 2012

You could set your watch by it

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It's not the warm, muggy weather that is starting to creep in and make you sweat all over. It's not the lack of homework or pleth...
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Tuesday, June 8, 2010

Oh, you'd better believe he's in the doghouse for this one

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Remember the awesomeness that was the mohawks ? You know, the ones that after four years I have finally embraced? Well. Somebody decided th...
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Wednesday, May 26, 2010

Rockin' the 'Hawks

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The last week of school in the Casa de Stie signals more than just the beginning of summer. It has come to mark what I have finally accepted...
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Wednesday, May 27, 2009

Why husbands cannot be trusted

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I have resigned myself to the inevitable. There are just certain things in my life that I have no say in, no matter how much I whine, beg, a...
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Tuesday, August 12, 2008

"Shelby was right, it DOES look like a brown football helmet"

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All right, because you asked for it. Here is my new, unplanned hair. I still don't like it, but have at least managed to stop crying w...
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Friday, August 8, 2008

Apparently I just don't speak hairdresser

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Yesterday I made a mistake of colossal proportions. Ignoring the begging, pleading, and whining of the Husband, I proceeded, with my stubbor...
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