Friday, May 8, 2009

Sure my hair would look great but would I stink?

1.) My hair has lost it's bounceability and I'm contemplating going old school (like 1900 old school) and rinsing my hair with vinegar because I hear it's a miracle worker on non-bouncy hair. But I need to first hear from people who have done this to find out a.) if it actually works and b.) will my hair smell like a pickling plant all day. Would someone else like to try this out first? I'll bake you cookies.

2.) I just read this article heralding the death of voice mail and I have to say hurrah for that. Because if there is one thing I am incredibly bad at, it is leaving voice messages. It stems from my fear of talking to people on the phone, although I prefer to leave a voice mail than to get the actual person on the line. Which should give you a pretty good idea of how bad I am on the phone. Gosh, I'm awkward. I jumble my words and I self-edit, which is great on a blog, but painful on a recording, and about 99% of the time I hang up and say, "Well, that was really dumb and embarrassing and now they won't want to be my friend anymore because I'm a moron who can't complete a sentence and I'm going to have to live in a Home for the Tragic and Friendless." The sooner it is dumped the better.*

3.) Last night Heather and I were down in the parking lot practicing our nunchuck skills and my home teacher drove by with the missionaries. Naturally, they had to get out and watch. And then one thing led to another and both the elders had the nunchucks and were beating on each other. It was the most enlightening/hilarious/horrifying thing I have seen because even though missionaries are servants of God, they are still 20 year old guys. And 20 year old guys will take any opportunity to beat each other up that comes their way. They will especially do it if given something as cool as nunchucks. This is one of the biggest differences between men and women. The girls and I just stand there and practice our moves. We would never dream of hitting each other because we know, from painful experience, that they really hurt. But the very first thing the elders did was start swinging at each other. And then they would take turns hitting each other really hard to see exactly how much it hurt. And they asked questions like, "Do you ever get to spar with each other?" (not yet but soon) and, "Have you learned how to kill a man?" (I think that's next month).

*Although it would also mean that I won't get anymore voice messages from Liz, who leaves THE BEST VOICE MESSAGES EVER. Seriously. You will laugh until you cry when you listen to them.

8 comments:

ennbee said...

ok, one thousand and seventeen things to say about this post, but mainly this: i am intrigued by LDS missionaries. not being LDS myself but having a daughter and son-in-law who are, i know about 1/10 of what there is to know about the Mormon religion. including the missionaries, which, aside from always being absolutely adorable and clean-scrubbed, i know nothing.

are they REALLY as sweet as they seem?

Andrea said...

Not sure about the vinegar thing but my grandma used to wash her hair with beer every once in a while. Oh and I agree about Liz and her voice mails. In fact I haven't had one in a while. Liz, would you call me and leave a voice mail?

Rach said...

I can always rely on your blog for a good laugh. When Tim looked over and I was laughing out loud while staring at the computer he knew immediately that I was reading your blog. In response to 1) No, I haven't washed my hair in vinegar, and as much as I love cookies, no I will NOT wash my hair in vinegar. Love you, though. 2) I also have phone phobia and am always relieved to get someone's voice mail, because then the ball's in their court and I don't have to worry about calling them. 3) Oh man, I love missionaries, not only for all the good they do, but because they are so easy to entertain. We had some over for dinner once when Jacob was still using bibs, and they found the "Baby's First Christmas" bib and spent half an hour taking turns wearing it and taking pictures. I can only imagine how thrilled they were to discover the nunchucks.

the freshmaker *ting said...

i recently have also been wondering about this vinegar trick. my mom recently recommended that i try it. she said it also will help the scalp and bring back the shine in your hair, but much like you i have not done it for the fear of the smell...let me know how it goes.

Maija-Liisa said...

When you call someone, you can call their voice mail directly and avoid talking to them altogether. (I, too, hate making phone calls and leave the dumbest messages ever). The instructions to do so are listed somewhere in your phone manual. For those of us who are lazy (c'est moi) and don't want to take the time to locate-let alone read through- their phone manual, you can call a free service called Sly Dial. The number is 1(267) 759-3425 (not so free if using a land line). I love it. You just follow the directions and listen to fifteen second ad.

Gina said...

The best part about Liz's phone messages are at the end, when she admits that her message was "terrible long, somewhat jumbled and now I'm so embarrassed." I laugh just thinking about it.

Wendy said...

Too bad I didn't read this post before I saw you, because then I could have collected my cookies. I have tried using vinegar on my hair after reading about its wonderful hair/scalp rejuvenating qualities through many on-line testimonials. For me, the results to the hair and scalp were positive. There most certainly was a discernible vinegar smell to my head that did not fade as the day went on. Still, if anyone mentioned it you can just say, "Oh yes. Fish and chips for lunch!" or "I can't ever seem to pour vinaigrette without a little splash!". Easily explained cloud of vinegar aroma encircling your head.

Liz W. said...

Hallelujah! My days of horrifying voicemail embarrassment are soon coming to an end!!!

I don’t know what happens to me. Really I don’t. But I lose complete sense of voicemail decorum and decide that my best course of action is to give a detailed account of my daily activities, followed by possible events that may occur, instead of just saying “See you at 7!”

Oh, the shame of it all…