Sooooooooooooo I got bangs at the beginning of December. I needed something different, something fresh, something I had never done before...and without consulting any other opinions....I DID IT. Just like that. Done. Cut. Snipped.
I know it may not seem like a big deal to others, but bangs are a pretty heavy commitment. More commitment than a spray tan, a nail polish color or a new mascara. But less commitment than a full hair color change, or a new wardrobe. It takes months to grow them out, and in those months your in the "awkward" stage, where for the majority of their lives, your bangs will reside in a bobby pin or hidden behind a headband.
So I sit down in the chair and ask for my typical trim and blond highlights...at the last minute I decide to change it up..."Throw some really dark low lights around the bottom." Wooow Danielle....so brave! As she is trimming my hair..."I say...what about bangs?" STUPID! She said,"Wanna do it?" Was that a devilish grin on her face? I couldn't tell.
AND this is the exact moment I got in trouble..."Sure, why not," I said.
Sure why not?
SURE. WHY. NOT.?!
So she begins to pull them forward, and snip away....hooooollllyyyyyy crap. What did I just agree to? All I can think is..."Pat is gonna kill me...Pat is gonna kill me...." She finishes, gives me a much needed blow out, and there I am. Me and my bangs.
I got banged!
She loves it, everyone there loves it. But me....I need more convincing. I look in the mirror, and see nothing but bangs. I tilt my head to the side, I think..."hey, I can pull this off, I look hip, I look sophisticated....I look...I look......
I LOOK LIKE MY MOTHER!!
There she is, staring back at me...my mother! I have heard it a million times throughout my life, how much I look like her...but at this very moment in that swivel chair at the salon....I truly looked like my mom. Shit.
I pay for the cut and color, run out to my car and quickly begin to have a self photo session with my cell phone. I take pics smiling, not smiling, at an angle, in the light, in the dark but with every picture, she won't go away. Her eyes are gleaming at me, her smile is whispering..."I told you, you looked like me!" "AGGGGGH!" I screamed, and threw my phone down. Enough. It is what it is. There was no turning back now.
It has been almost 8 weeks of living with these bangs, and I have to say they are not all bad. Pat got used to them. My co-workers love them. My mom keeps telling me to poof them up more. I have grown to enjoy them. But I have gotten them out of my system. I can at least say I did it, so in the future I can always reference back to those moments with bangs to prevent impromptu decisions like that from ever being made again.
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
Tuesday, December 28, 2010
Hasta La Vista 2010
2010 was a great year for the Dube household.
Murphy (aka Smurphy, Smurph, Murph, Boogie Man, Little Boy, Ding Ding Do Do Head, Ding Ding, Baby Ding Ding, Smurphy Smurph and the Smurphs) got a little bigger, and got a little older.
Patrick's hair got longer, got shorter, and is now creeping its way to his shoulders again.
We pulled off yet another surprise party. We successfully spent almost every summer weekend at Leech Lake. We painted the deck. Patrick finally finished our bathroom. We bought a big screen tv. We finally got a new vehicle. We spent a lot of time with family. I got a new job. We celebrated our one year anniversary by eating Chinese food and watching movies all day. I have became heavily addicted to coffee., while Patrick has stayed tried and true to his beloved Diet Coke.
I learned what its like to have a real friend. The kind that will grab your hand and go over the edge of a cliff with you. The type of friend who absolutely loves you even with all your faults, and flaws and weird little quirks, if fact, they love your more because they can see right through them.
I learned that when all else fails, you will always have your family. They are there to tell you to get back up and keep going, and to share in all your joys and sadness. They are the dependent variable in your science experiment other wise known as life. From my immediate to my extended, from the boring ones to the "crazy" ones...I live and die for them.
Do we have plans for 2011, sure who doesn't? But they are pretty simple. We want to tile our kitchen, maybe redo our basement. Put in some landscaping. Maybe get a new puppy? (that's me anyway....yes I am a crazy dog lady and am not ashamed to admit it). Take a week of vacation in July and spend it at Leech Lake where we do nothing but stay up all night and lay on the boat all day.
Our simple little dreams for our simple little life.
2010 was a good year. A great year. I wouldn't take back a single moment, a single memory.
Murphy (aka Smurphy, Smurph, Murph, Boogie Man, Little Boy, Ding Ding Do Do Head, Ding Ding, Baby Ding Ding, Smurphy Smurph and the Smurphs) got a little bigger, and got a little older.
Patrick's hair got longer, got shorter, and is now creeping its way to his shoulders again.
We pulled off yet another surprise party. We successfully spent almost every summer weekend at Leech Lake. We painted the deck. Patrick finally finished our bathroom. We bought a big screen tv. We finally got a new vehicle. We spent a lot of time with family. I got a new job. We celebrated our one year anniversary by eating Chinese food and watching movies all day. I have became heavily addicted to coffee., while Patrick has stayed tried and true to his beloved Diet Coke.
I learned what its like to have a real friend. The kind that will grab your hand and go over the edge of a cliff with you. The type of friend who absolutely loves you even with all your faults, and flaws and weird little quirks, if fact, they love your more because they can see right through them.
I learned that when all else fails, you will always have your family. They are there to tell you to get back up and keep going, and to share in all your joys and sadness. They are the dependent variable in your science experiment other wise known as life. From my immediate to my extended, from the boring ones to the "crazy" ones...I live and die for them.
My family... "we are thick as thieves."
Do we have plans for 2011, sure who doesn't? But they are pretty simple. We want to tile our kitchen, maybe redo our basement. Put in some landscaping. Maybe get a new puppy? (that's me anyway....yes I am a crazy dog lady and am not ashamed to admit it). Take a week of vacation in July and spend it at Leech Lake where we do nothing but stay up all night and lay on the boat all day.
Our simple little dreams for our simple little life.
2010 was a good year. A great year. I wouldn't take back a single moment, a single memory.
Thursday, November 11, 2010
She's country
Wow...why didn't someone tell me it has almost been a month since my last blog? You clearly do not miss the random thoughts that pour out of this big ol' brain of mine.
Did anyone watch the CMA's last night? Well I did, and yes I am going to talk about them, so hold on to your belt buckles.
A cute little southern friend of mine and I were texting back and forth about the CMA's, and going back and reading them this morning I realized its a pretty accurate recap of what happened. So I am going to sum it up for you.
1. Although I love Sugarland, she creeped me out last night. Her hair was too short, their performance was to "cutesy" and the white leggings were a bad choice. It made me feel awkward.
2. All I wanted was Jason Aldeen to come out in some extremely tight jeans and put on a rock and roll type show with lights, smoke, guitars and lots of sweating. What did he do? Snuggled up to Kelly Clarkson and her booty...dammmn girl, where did that booty come from?! It was a let down.
3. Miranda...killed it! She jumped around like a maniac in 6 inch heels during her performance, and won almost every thing. And she is engaged to Blake Shelton. She is a winner all around in my book.
4. Kid Rock was my guilty pleasure of the night. He definitely raided Bo Cephus's closet for his get-up. But Hank is a legend so it worked.
5. I loved Brad Paisley's performance. He is an amazing guitarist. I am so happy he won Entertainer of the Year...he cried! Kind of looked like a tool but a cute tool.
6. I wish I had a reason to wear Cinderella gowns like Carrie Underwood.
7. I had a solo dance party when Dierks sang "Up on the Ridge." That song is so underplayed, and that's a bold statement in this day and age.
So after a country music filled night, I have decided I would love to move to Nashville. And here is my life plan...
Patrick will become an underground sensation at all of the local country bars. He will sing with bands all over Nashville and I will spend all my nights dancing by the light of the neon moon. (Music Trivia: Who sings that song?) My days will be filled with working at a horse ranch just outside of Nashville, cleaning stalls, riding and washing down horses. I will only wear plaid shirts, and giant white cowboy hats, and black cowboy boots. Oh, and jeans, because although it would be hot to only wear a shirt, hat and boots, it might get uncomfortable while riding.
After a long day of working on the farm, Pat and I will go drive into town to go to MJP's concert. We of course get ushered right back stage and while Pat goes to sound check to sing as a back up singer, I go find the dancer, and change into their costume. Oh did I forget to mention? MJP is a multi million dollar country music star and Pat sings back up for her when she is in town, and I am a backup dancer. George Strait, Jason Aldeen, and Blake and Miranda would know Patrick and I as "the Dube's" and we would invite them over to our garage to play beer pong every Friday night....
It could happen. I want Nashville. I want the southern twaaaang.
Did anyone watch the CMA's last night? Well I did, and yes I am going to talk about them, so hold on to your belt buckles.
A cute little southern friend of mine and I were texting back and forth about the CMA's, and going back and reading them this morning I realized its a pretty accurate recap of what happened. So I am going to sum it up for you.
1. Although I love Sugarland, she creeped me out last night. Her hair was too short, their performance was to "cutesy" and the white leggings were a bad choice. It made me feel awkward.
2. All I wanted was Jason Aldeen to come out in some extremely tight jeans and put on a rock and roll type show with lights, smoke, guitars and lots of sweating. What did he do? Snuggled up to Kelly Clarkson and her booty...dammmn girl, where did that booty come from?! It was a let down.
3. Miranda...killed it! She jumped around like a maniac in 6 inch heels during her performance, and won almost every thing. And she is engaged to Blake Shelton. She is a winner all around in my book.
4. Kid Rock was my guilty pleasure of the night. He definitely raided Bo Cephus's closet for his get-up. But Hank is a legend so it worked.
5. I loved Brad Paisley's performance. He is an amazing guitarist. I am so happy he won Entertainer of the Year...he cried! Kind of looked like a tool but a cute tool.
6. I wish I had a reason to wear Cinderella gowns like Carrie Underwood.
7. I had a solo dance party when Dierks sang "Up on the Ridge." That song is so underplayed, and that's a bold statement in this day and age.
So after a country music filled night, I have decided I would love to move to Nashville. And here is my life plan...
Patrick will become an underground sensation at all of the local country bars. He will sing with bands all over Nashville and I will spend all my nights dancing by the light of the neon moon. (Music Trivia: Who sings that song?) My days will be filled with working at a horse ranch just outside of Nashville, cleaning stalls, riding and washing down horses. I will only wear plaid shirts, and giant white cowboy hats, and black cowboy boots. Oh, and jeans, because although it would be hot to only wear a shirt, hat and boots, it might get uncomfortable while riding.
After a long day of working on the farm, Pat and I will go drive into town to go to MJP's concert. We of course get ushered right back stage and while Pat goes to sound check to sing as a back up singer, I go find the dancer, and change into their costume. Oh did I forget to mention? MJP is a multi million dollar country music star and Pat sings back up for her when she is in town, and I am a backup dancer. George Strait, Jason Aldeen, and Blake and Miranda would know Patrick and I as "the Dube's" and we would invite them over to our garage to play beer pong every Friday night....
It could happen. I want Nashville. I want the southern twaaaang.
Tuesday, October 12, 2010
and the times they are a changginnn....
Ok, this is it. I am putting it out there for all of you to read (or just for myself to read because lets be honest, who reads this anyway) I am making a change. There I said it. Now that my proclamation of change has been announced in the virtual world, I have to do it. Right?
Change is a good thing, its hard, I never quite seem to understand it, but change is what makes life move. So I am told anyways. I think you can chalk that last sentence up to be something that "they" would say.
I WILL make a change.
I am sure by now you are dying to know what this "change" is. Join the club pally. I don't even know what it is, I just know that some sort of change needs to happen in my life.
Don't you ever get to a point in your life where you crave change? It can be the simplest thing from switching from 2% milk to 1%, walking the stairs instead of taking the elevator, a new hair color, a new style, changing your attitude about something or someone, brushing your teeth before you get in the shower instead of after...I don't know, something....anything.
Changing something doesn't mean your unhappy with it, it simply means you are ready for something new or different. I feel like when you start to get the itch that a change is needed, its your mind telling you, "go ahead little one...jump."
Jump into something you have never done before. Jump into something you have always wanted to do. Jump into something you HATE doing. Jump higher, jump faster, jump longer, jump like you never have before and see how it feels. Jump into it, whatever it may be, with no regrets, no holding back, no caution.
So here I go, eyes closed, nose plugged, I am jumping.
Change is a good thing, its hard, I never quite seem to understand it, but change is what makes life move. So I am told anyways. I think you can chalk that last sentence up to be something that "they" would say.
I WILL make a change.
I am sure by now you are dying to know what this "change" is. Join the club pally. I don't even know what it is, I just know that some sort of change needs to happen in my life.
Don't you ever get to a point in your life where you crave change? It can be the simplest thing from switching from 2% milk to 1%, walking the stairs instead of taking the elevator, a new hair color, a new style, changing your attitude about something or someone, brushing your teeth before you get in the shower instead of after...I don't know, something....anything.
Changing something doesn't mean your unhappy with it, it simply means you are ready for something new or different. I feel like when you start to get the itch that a change is needed, its your mind telling you, "go ahead little one...jump."
Jump into something you have never done before. Jump into something you have always wanted to do. Jump into something you HATE doing. Jump higher, jump faster, jump longer, jump like you never have before and see how it feels. Jump into it, whatever it may be, with no regrets, no holding back, no caution.
So here I go, eyes closed, nose plugged, I am jumping.
Thursday, September 30, 2010
"Its a little hot in these Rhinoooos...."
It is that awkward time of year again in Minnesota that everyone commonly refers to as fall. I hate it. It's hot, it's cold, it's rainy, it's sunny and that more than likely is all in the same day. I can't stand it! Pick a temp and go with it already!!
So I sweat it out, waiting for the temps to drop, and I sweat, and I sweat and I sweat some more...after trying with every ounce of my being to ignore the perspiration building up on my forward and making a nice home underneath my armpits...I GIVE UP! I turn the air on. I bath in all of its cool cool glory. So you think my problem has been solved do you? WRONG...just as the stains underneath my oh so sweaty pits are finally beginning to recede, the temp DROPS. IT DROPS! For goddsakes give me a damn break.
And typically this is the time that someone would walk into the office and ask, "why is the air on, its freezing outside,"...
Yeah buddy, tell me about it.
So I sweat it out, waiting for the temps to drop, and I sweat, and I sweat and I sweat some more...after trying with every ounce of my being to ignore the perspiration building up on my forward and making a nice home underneath my armpits...I GIVE UP! I turn the air on. I bath in all of its cool cool glory. So you think my problem has been solved do you? WRONG...just as the stains underneath my oh so sweaty pits are finally beginning to recede, the temp DROPS. IT DROPS! For goddsakes give me a damn break.
And typically this is the time that someone would walk into the office and ask, "why is the air on, its freezing outside,"...
Yeah buddy, tell me about it.
Friday, September 10, 2010
Too much drama in the STMA...its so hard being Double D-Monaaay
Aggressive is the word of the day ladies and gentlemen!!
The Vikings lost, I woke up late, I spilled coffee all over my desk, I hate what I am wearing, and I feel like a troll. And that typically isn't the way you want to start off a Friday.
I have a perma-frown on today...meaning my brow is permanently furrowed. The wrinkle that is forming between my eyebrows from years of furrowing will become forever embedded on my face. I also feel like I am snarling at people when I look at them, like everything I say is through gritted teeth and a curled lip. After today, botox will be required to erase the damage that today shall bring.
Sometimes, every once in awhile, its good to just be down right nasty, to have a little edge on every word that comes out of your mouth. To give a look that would make the ice queen shiver, to spit fire with every breath.
My mother would say this would the "Hunt" side of my brain taking over. She would tell me to stand up, spin around three times, and shake it out of me. Not today. It won't work, I have already tried it. I am 100% Hunt today, not an inch of Kappes will be able to creep its way out.
So, if I run into you today...I gave you a fair warning :)
Later Days,
DMD
The Vikings lost, I woke up late, I spilled coffee all over my desk, I hate what I am wearing, and I feel like a troll. And that typically isn't the way you want to start off a Friday.
I have a perma-frown on today...meaning my brow is permanently furrowed. The wrinkle that is forming between my eyebrows from years of furrowing will become forever embedded on my face. I also feel like I am snarling at people when I look at them, like everything I say is through gritted teeth and a curled lip. After today, botox will be required to erase the damage that today shall bring.
Sometimes, every once in awhile, its good to just be down right nasty, to have a little edge on every word that comes out of your mouth. To give a look that would make the ice queen shiver, to spit fire with every breath.
My mother would say this would the "Hunt" side of my brain taking over. She would tell me to stand up, spin around three times, and shake it out of me. Not today. It won't work, I have already tried it. I am 100% Hunt today, not an inch of Kappes will be able to creep its way out.
So, if I run into you today...I gave you a fair warning :)
Later Days,
DMD
Tuesday, August 31, 2010
Slackin Dube
I have been at work for almost 4 hours...and have done nothing.
I mean I have done a little, browsed through some emails, answered some deleted others, but for the most part...little could possibly be an understatement.
I couldn't tell you why I am so unproductive today...lack of motivation more than likely plays a huge part in it.
What can I say some days I am 'on' and some days I am 'off'...
I am turning 25 on Sunday...could this be the beginning of a quarter life crisis?! Before you know it, I will be sleeping with the pool boy and have a red Mazda Miata parked in my driveway.
Lord help us all.
I mean I have done a little, browsed through some emails, answered some deleted others, but for the most part...little could possibly be an understatement.
I couldn't tell you why I am so unproductive today...lack of motivation more than likely plays a huge part in it.
What can I say some days I am 'on' and some days I am 'off'...
I am turning 25 on Sunday...could this be the beginning of a quarter life crisis?! Before you know it, I will be sleeping with the pool boy and have a red Mazda Miata parked in my driveway.
Lord help us all.
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