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Guess who received all the stuff above for free today? ME! Yup, if there is one thing I love about my job, it's the amount of free goods we get. Even if I don't always get to use it.

I'm not sure how any of it is gonna work out just yet. I know we've received a LOT of good reviews about the Rusk shampoo and conditioner. The rest I will put to the test in the next couple of weeks.











As for right now, maybe writing this post wasn't the greatest idea ever. There are two thing that are BEGGING for more attention. Can you guess what they are?

Not feeling it.

The dry ends that is! I broke down and made an appointment with one of the stylists here in town. There goes a couple months of hair growth. But with it, so goes (most of) my split ends.
As we all know, my obsession has turned into growing my hair out. I've heard, read and watched almost EVERY tip on growing it out. But, recently I began following http://checkinthemirror.blogspot.com, and I stumbled across another tip: Hair fertilizer. Why didn't I try it before? Well, I don't know. I guess I expected it to happen with a combination of Nioxin supplements, and my hair care routine.
I'm honestly surprised at my own ability to refrain from coloring my hair. NEVER in the past five, maybe six, years has my hair been free from ammonia for so long. What else am I doing? Here's what's inside my shower...





Yes, those ARE big bottles of shampoo and conditioner. The Resurrection I bought the Moroccanoil was won a few months ago as part of a contest at work. Hence the "Not for Resale" statement at the bottom. Don't know that I'd have the nerve, or money, to pay for it.




The Revitaluxe treatment I put in towards the end of my daily shower and rinse out a few minutes later. I call it the "K-Pak on steroids" people laugh at it, and me, all the time, but they buy it. Some have even returned for it. It honestly takes the reconstructive elements from the Deep-Penetrating Reconstructor, plus the hydration from the Hydrating Treatment and the Protection from the Serum all at once. They say in order for it to work properly, it must be applied DAILY for seven days straight. It works from the inside out but you can feel the silkiness instantly.












Anyways, as a way of tracking my progress, I decided to take pictures from time to time. I'm usually behind the camera, so excuse the weird angles and expressions.




Taken yesterday with my little monster Joselyne.

Ummm.

So. It's been a VERY VERY long time. I think I've said it once, twice, maybe a million times. My job is like sending a recovering drug addict to work in a marijuana field: bound to relapse. I swore to myself, and others, that LAST year, I would leave my hair alone and let it grow out. Coming back to my place of venting, I see not much has changed in over a year.

In early May 2011, my hair was finally past my shoulders, growing out evenly, strong enough to quit the Resurrection and go for a regular daily shampoo (Not that I wash my hair everyday) and could take color again. I was going to be a bridesmaid in a friends wedding so I decided to go with a professional I had become friends with at work. This "professional" stylist had been in the business for about fifteen years. Yup, I sure did put that word in quotations. Why? Well, I ended up like THIS just two weeks before my friends wedding.



YEAH!!!! Right back to square one for me. *sigh* These were taken AFTER a cut to try to even it out. NOT done by the same person. Forced to cover it up with an almost black color and cut a HUGE chunk of it off. Rocked the A-line for a while but it got old quick. Last time my hair and a pair of shears met was in October. As for permanent color, December 5th 2011. As I type, a Demi-permanent color is processing. We'll see how I do this year.

NEW products!

Only I would get so excited about putting even MORE junk on my hair. Still not growing by the way. :( Not happy about that at all. I've been using this stuff:



So far I LOVE it. A customer of mine suggested I try the Pravanna Leave-in treatment. Not sure how I feel about it yet. I misplaced it and even when I know where it is, sometimes I just forget to use it, so I really can't give an honest opinion on it. To that add the Nioxin vitamins, I am seriously hoping for a difference in 30 days which is what Nioxin promises. Miracle in a bottle, so I bought into it.
But today, I got this stuff:

YUP, One of the VERY few people in Kings County to score some of the new Paul Mitchell Awapuhi line. Kinda anxious to try it, wish it was the Keratriplex treatment but these will have to do for now. The samples are tiny, but if the stuff works this size is enough to tell. I'm not a fan of the smell but like the Urban Antidote conditioner, if it works it's a small sacrifice in the name of great hair. The styling oil has some big shoes to fill. In my opinion, Super Skinny is one of, if not THE single best product made by Paul Mitchell.
The Marrakesh High Tide is on a test run as I type. Nozzle so far is on my bad side. It's a spray, according to the description, not so much. I pumped a few times which of course has to be done with all new products but nothing, when something did come out, it was creamy. I had to "spray" it into my hands and massage into my hair. I'm not much of a gel person so I have to wait till I find someone to give me an honest opinion on it.
So these I bought last Thursday: The lighting in my room is HORRIBLE but they are the glitters from the OPI Burlesque collection. SO pretty. I got ALL of them and some of the shimmers but when I saw the bad lighting in my pictures I decided to just put up the better one of them.

Better Pics to follow. :) Good hair days and best wishes to all.

FINALLY!

I had some issues logging in, and although I had quite a bit to share in the past few weeks, right now I can't remember what I had to say. At least I finally reset my password and can now log in at will. :) YAY! So I have made it a goal to log in at least once a week, or as often as I can remember to anyway. I think I'm gonna start using this blog more often. One day I'll have trouble remembering my young adult life.

OMG! I am so frustrated. I am tired of hearing my daughter coughing and wheezing every time she takes a breath. Yesterday it took three breaths just say the word "cold" to me, not tell me that she was cold, that's too many words. I HATE seeing her like that, more like I hate hearing it. Now, don't get me wrong, I LOVE both of my daughters very much. What I hate and get irritated by is the fact that I took her to the doctors office to get her checked out and they did absolutely NOTHING! Nothing at all. From the MA to the PA, they all got on my bad side, actually, in that include the PT at Wal-Mart. The MA seemed new, I hadn't seen him there before, so he had no idea how to take her weight or height. An MA with more experience came in to show him how it was done. Then there was the PA, who kept us waiting, heard her crying and pretty much called it a consultation because he "wasn't gonna be able to hear her lungs with all her loud cries." WTF?! Really? Then why did I just spend almost two hours in the waiting room if he wasn't gonna tell me anything? Gave me a prescription for cough syrup, if she's not any better by Friday, go back. Yeah, cause I shit money and can afford to go back that often. Why not just take a good look at her?
UGH Ugh ugh. I need to get the fuck outta the Valley. If it's not something in the air it's the fat that we have some crappy ass doctors. Maybe a combination of both. YUP, I think it's definitely a combination. Whatever it is, my daughters heart and breathing conditions might improve if I manage to get them outta the Central Valley. I'd miss California if I did leave but watching my daughters grow up healthy would so be worth losing all my childhood memories.

Day 8

The temptation to color is very high right now. Why couldn't this last color just stay in? My hair is plotting against me for all the torture I've put it through in the last three years. Awww. So I get a message on myspace from an OLD friend (Not really "old" but we've been friends for a while, we're only 25) yesterday with her number and the words "find a sitter for a couple hours tomorrow." I text her, results: Get together in Hanford today at 5.

I have to show up to see my high school friends with my hair looking like this:

WTF am I supposed to do with it. Most of them are moms now too so they should understand right, WRONG! None of them have let themselves go like I have. They remained the fashionistas they were way back when. I never was stylish in high school, but after eight years you'd think I'd grow up and get some sense in me right? We'll let them be the judges tonight, and I KNOW they will judge, it was in our nature back then and will probably always be a part of a females life. Someday my hair will regain some of its strength. Someday I WILL have normal looking hair, maybe even attractive. Someday I will be able to do this with it: Chances are by the time that happens, this trend will be long gone and the new "IT" do will be fried and over processed. Until then, I must go soak it in a mask of egg, mayonnaise, avocado and olive oil to help it (I hope) out a little on it's recovery.