I mentioned last month that I was disappointed and bored with my hair. I believe the exact word I used was unhappy. The colour turned out all wrong - it's just too dark, and makes me look old and tired - so, last night I decided to do something about it, and picked up a bottle of Herbal Essences Highlights in Rich Copper. But, as always, I went a bit nuts with the highlighting wand. Now I have really bright coppery bits, and some darker patches. I also didn't manage to get the colour all the way to the roots, so it looks like I have really dark roots now! Gah! It looks okay when my hair is pulled back, but completely retarded when it's down. Normally this isn't a problem, since I wear my hair up for work most of the time, but I have recently discovered the spunky joyous fun of wearing piggie-tales during the weekends, and this new 'do will show off my poor highlighting skills in a very embarrassing fashion.
(Then again, what to I care? It's the weekend! I never give a crap what I look like on the weekend! I dress in my comfy, grungy clothes, and don't bother putting on make up. So why do I give a crap if it looks like my bright coppery orange hair is growing out to show off my dark brown roots? The point is: I shouldn't!)
My mom said it looked fine, but I'm not so sure. I suspect she's just being nice. I think I might just do an all-over colour tonight to tone it down a bit.
Speaking of my mother, the poor bird is freaking out about possibly getting Alzheimer's. When she brings it up, my usual reaction is to sigh, roll my eyes (as unobvious as possible), and tell her not to worry about it. But, she does. This morning we were arguing about stem-cell research for Alzheimer's, and she said that we have it in the family.
"What?" I said. "When did this happen? Who? Who's got Alzheimer's in our family?"
"Well, on my dad's side, my grandmother had it," she said, counting on her fingers. "And, on my mom's side, my aunt . . ."
"Which aunt?" I demanded. I know many of my grandmother's sisters, and had no idea any of them had Alzheimer's.
"Uhhh . . ."
" ? "
"See!" She said, pointing her counting finger at me. "See! I"m getting it already! I can't remember!"
*Sigh*
"Dorothy!" She exclaimed, finally remembering. "Dorothy had it, and Ruth, she might have it, too, but we don't know where she is right now."
I was seriously flummoxed. I told her I honestly didn't know anyone in our family actually had Alzheimer's, and she responded, "You probably just don't want to know!"
You know, she may be right about that. I do tend to block out the conversation when the topic of Sick Family Members comes up. I don't actually stick my fingers in my ears and go "lalalalala", but I do my best to ignore it. Now that I think about it, though, I guess I did know Aunt Dorothy had Alzheimer's.
Damn! What a freakin' crap shoot my family's medical history is! Despite her high cholesterol and blood pressure, my grandmother is probably the healthiest person in her family (still living, that is, we learned that Aunt Esther died recently. I think my grandma and Ruth are all that's left on that side. On my grandpa's side, it's just him and a brother, who is apparently not doing very well.): Dorothy had Alzheimer's, and Ruth might, too, Bunny was obese and had diabetes and Esther had MS. Crickey! I can't win! I've always known about the diabetes in my family, but when I last had my blood checked, it came back fine, despite my being overweight. (Okay, obese. Whatever!) I figure I must've gotten some good genes from my dad's side, although they weren't all that healthy, either: I think there were some heart issues, one of my aunts had a female cancer (ovaries or uterus, I can't remember), and my dad died from angio sarcoma.
With all this sickness and death, I guess I should feel damn lucky to have made it as far as I have! I have always feared the MS - until recently, I was healthy enough for diabetes to not be an issue - but I think I'm past that now.
God. I need to get this weight off! I need to stop eating so much junk, and start treating my body better, and get healthy! There are an awful lot of strikes - preventable strikes - against me, and I really need to get my ass in gear! It's not a matter of fitting into size 8 pants anymore (although that would be nice!), it's about living to 40 and beyond!
(Then again, what to I care? It's the weekend! I never give a crap what I look like on the weekend! I dress in my comfy, grungy clothes, and don't bother putting on make up. So why do I give a crap if it looks like my bright coppery orange hair is growing out to show off my dark brown roots? The point is: I shouldn't!)
My mom said it looked fine, but I'm not so sure. I suspect she's just being nice. I think I might just do an all-over colour tonight to tone it down a bit.
Speaking of my mother, the poor bird is freaking out about possibly getting Alzheimer's. When she brings it up, my usual reaction is to sigh, roll my eyes (as unobvious as possible), and tell her not to worry about it. But, she does. This morning we were arguing about stem-cell research for Alzheimer's, and she said that we have it in the family.
"What?" I said. "When did this happen? Who? Who's got Alzheimer's in our family?"
"Well, on my dad's side, my grandmother had it," she said, counting on her fingers. "And, on my mom's side, my aunt . . ."
"Which aunt?" I demanded. I know many of my grandmother's sisters, and had no idea any of them had Alzheimer's.
"Uhhh . . ."
" ? "
"See!" She said, pointing her counting finger at me. "See! I"m getting it already! I can't remember!"
*Sigh*
"Dorothy!" She exclaimed, finally remembering. "Dorothy had it, and Ruth, she might have it, too, but we don't know where she is right now."
I was seriously flummoxed. I told her I honestly didn't know anyone in our family actually had Alzheimer's, and she responded, "You probably just don't want to know!"
You know, she may be right about that. I do tend to block out the conversation when the topic of Sick Family Members comes up. I don't actually stick my fingers in my ears and go "lalalalala", but I do my best to ignore it. Now that I think about it, though, I guess I did know Aunt Dorothy had Alzheimer's.
Damn! What a freakin' crap shoot my family's medical history is! Despite her high cholesterol and blood pressure, my grandmother is probably the healthiest person in her family (still living, that is, we learned that Aunt Esther died recently. I think my grandma and Ruth are all that's left on that side. On my grandpa's side, it's just him and a brother, who is apparently not doing very well.): Dorothy had Alzheimer's, and Ruth might, too, Bunny was obese and had diabetes and Esther had MS. Crickey! I can't win! I've always known about the diabetes in my family, but when I last had my blood checked, it came back fine, despite my being overweight. (Okay, obese. Whatever!) I figure I must've gotten some good genes from my dad's side, although they weren't all that healthy, either: I think there were some heart issues, one of my aunts had a female cancer (ovaries or uterus, I can't remember), and my dad died from angio sarcoma.
With all this sickness and death, I guess I should feel damn lucky to have made it as far as I have! I have always feared the MS - until recently, I was healthy enough for diabetes to not be an issue - but I think I'm past that now.
God. I need to get this weight off! I need to stop eating so much junk, and start treating my body better, and get healthy! There are an awful lot of strikes - preventable strikes - against me, and I really need to get my ass in gear! It's not a matter of fitting into size 8 pants anymore (although that would be nice!), it's about living to 40 and beyond!
