Life is Sweet

Bad hair

I remember an old co-worker/friend commenting that she had inherited her “bad hair” from her Mom. I didn’t think she had bad hair. As a matter of fact, she and I had very similar hair. Fast forward five years, I’m starting to get it. I have bad hair. I don’t know that I inherited it, but well, it’s just bad. It doesn’t do what I want it to. No matter how much product I use on it, it still gets all fly-away and won’t stay down. It’s limp. It has almost no body of its own. I kind of hate my hair.

So why a post about my hair? I know, and I don’t even include pictures. It’s stupid. But I just feel like bitching about it right now. I’m seeing my hair therapist tonight. I hope she can do some good. But frankly, she’s no miracle worker. She can only do so much. I want to get it chopped off. But then last night, my husband, who never says a word about my hair, started in about how he loves the length and don’t get it cut off. What? I had finally made up my mind. I was thinking Jodie Foster in “The Brave One.” Pretty damned short. Now, Mr. Silent on the Subject pipes up? I’m so confused now. I don’t know what to do.

Normally I would say, you know, don’t let anyone tell you what to do with your hair. But I tell him what to do with his hair all the time. Mostly it goes like this, “Jesus Christ, Rob! Go get your hair cut!” And he says, “Never!” And it goes on and on like that, until one day I come home and his hair is gone. Like a true defiant one, he never gets his hair trimmed, he gets it gone. He hates the process so much that he figures he might as well as lose as much of it as possible in one shot and not have to return to the chair for six months to a year.

Now why can’t I take that approach?

Ramsay is back

Chef Ramsay is back with Kitchen Nightmares. The show seems less dramatic; the only character you get to know is Ramsay. Since he moves to a different restaurant each week, you don’t get to know the people he is “helping.”

Nevertheless, like a bad train wreck, I can’t seem to look away. Last week’s episode, where he transformed “Dillons” in New York, made me wonder if I could ever eat in a restaurant that so recently was infested with cockroaches and rats. It made me sick to watch people eat at Dillons, even after the steam bath cleaning and new cutie-pie chef.

It is fun to see the restaurant staff’s reactions to Gordon. Almost makes me want to open a restaurant, run it into the ground, and beg for his help.