sheer blonde, sheer joy

I was born the year of the dog, and apparently that has something to do with pessimism :) Well yesterday I was bitter about the crap conditioner I'm stuck with for a week or more until it runs out... but along with the bad, comes some good. Since I can barely brush through it after conditioning with the can't-be-gone-soon-enough Samy conditioner, usually I have to augment with a leave in conditioner. Seems wasteful I know. So here's the deal, the leave in spray isn't technically a "conditioner" I guess. It's a "leave-in nourishing spray". Call it whatever you want, just don't let me lose it...

I'm actually so impressed with this product I'm afraid to look more into it. You see, it has a sticker on it from Big Lots.

If you don't know much about Big Lots, it's basically an overstock place, that often times offers good deals because the food has pressing expiration dates, or in the case of toileteries, the brands have discontinued the product... You see my dilemma... There's a good chance the rest of the blondes in the world didn't get a stab at trying this one out and so it didn't sell very well, therefore forcing John Frieda to pull it from shelves. I pray this is not the case... Maybe I should start making a case for a comeback next June... you know how Dr. Pepper and Coke made throwback cans, heck even Mello Yellow is back!!!

I guess we'll see... I may not have anymore of that great blonde conditioner, but maybe this will buy me a few more weeks in the rankings with my blonde friend Bethany :)

do's and don'ts

So yesterday I made the ingenious (thank you mom) move to cut open the conditioner bottle and not let those last few drops get thrown away... but I'm new at this, and it's obvious.

Words of wisdom... if you're going to cut open the conditioner bottle to salvage the last of your product... DON'T leave it in a place where the shower will fill it with water.

I'm an idiot. Seriously. I go to use the conditioner and the darn thing is filled to the brim with water.

There goes all my gold.... Is it ironic that the shampoo is for blondes... and I'm a blonde... it's apparent today now isn't it.

To top it off, the built in soap tray on the side of the wall... basically gets pounded with water every time someone takes a shower. That means the water is constantly washing away the soap.

I have since moved the bar of soap and made a rule that it must live in it's new place, away from the flood... geez. This year could get a lot worse if I don't start using my head. uugggh.

it ain't over... till it's over.

Moms love to be helpful :) I think once you leave home... they feel the need to be even more helpful. My mom is uber helpful. She's made curtains for my kitchen... I didn't even know I "needed". She took all the screens out of my windows and scrubbed them in the tub (frustrated because they didn't look any different afterwards) and unbeknownst to me, and TSA, she even surprised me with a bottle of bleach and a package of razor blades... in my carry-on... to help with that stubborn grime. I'll let you imagine how that conversation went.

Despite all that wonderful helpfulness she has bestowed on me, it hasn't stopped there. Luckily for me, she calls me almost on a daily basis with more insight. Sometimes I heed her advice. Other times, like when we were on the phone and she told me not to get a dog... I just smile and nod on the other end, snuggling his little face into mine. Today, I listened.

When I went to squeeze out the last few drops of conditioner... I just got that noise... and air. It's one of my new favorite kinds, and my friend Bethany's favorite too... and that feeling of sadness swept over me.  I was sad to see it end, but I was even sadder to imagine how much better her hair was going to look for 9 months longer than mine... until I remembered my mothers advice.

 I jumped out of the shower, grabbed a pair of scissors and cut that thing apart.

 Inside... was gold. (it really is yellow actually) 

There are at least 4-5 more applications. No Joke.

I just "bought" myself at least another week :) That means only 8 months 3 weeks of watching Bethany's blonde hair glimmer in the sun while mine... well, let's just not talk about it.