Friday, February 15, 2008
Well our Valentine's Day turned out to be interesting with the praying mantis episode and all. The kids were thrilled with their heart cookies. They said that their teachers loved the chocolate gifts but other than that, no Valentine's Day fun in Greece. Iza went into a rant about how much fun she had last year exchanging Valentine's cards with her classmates and that it would be fun to do here as well. I agreed with her but explained that we're in a new country and that they have different cultural beliefs and don't recognize all of the holidays that we do. I told her that no matter what, we'll always have a special Valentine treat at home.
As for the adults, we didn't run out and do anything silly for one another. Before the kids we used to try and go out for dinner or buy some special treats but that was it. Maybe that's because our wedding anniversary is on the 17th and we really make that day special...if we can. All I want is a nice quiet dinner, that's it. But, this weekend we're going to do something different...(drum roll please) -we're going away for the weekend! I know, we haven't done anything like that since before Iza was born. This is big for me. MIL and SIL will watch the kids and Gigi for the weekend so we can get away. It's really hard for me to leave the kids, I think that I have issues in that department because I have friends and family that go away on weekend excursions regularly without their kids and they seem fine. Who knows, maybe I'll relax and love it and schedule another get away right afterward.
Where are we going? Well, we were going to go to Paris but that was way too expensive! I figure I'll save that kind of money for my trip home to see my family & friends. So that being said, we're staying in Greece. I mean, we are in Greece right? There's plenty of great places that we haven't been to so we figured that we'd drive wherever we're going. So, I won't be blogging for a few days. I can't wait to tell you about our weekend.
Last night I got the worst haircut of my life. I couldn't believe it. I haven't been to a salon since October so I really needed a clean up. I was going to call the girl that did my hair then because I really liked her and she made my hair look fabulous. The only thing that bothered me (again) was that she smoked about a half pack of cigarettes while she worked on my hair.
So, Kosta has been to a different salon where they don't allow smoking(surprise!) and he said that I should try it. I really didn't want to because I have seen it and it really looked like an overrated barbershop. Well, he convinced me to go to his guy and he made the appointment. (Why do I listen to him? Why?) I knew that something like this would happen.
So, I walk in to the salon/barbershop last night and was greeted by the owner. He was really, really nice. Next, his wife comes over and says "take off your coat and have a seat"...kind of cold. It turns out that they run this place together and lucky me, I got the crabby wife to take care of me. Next, we pick out the hair color that I wanted. She colors my hair. Let's just say that she wasn't very gentle. The hair color processes and then it's time to rinse it out. "Come to the sink for a massage," she says. Massage, my ass! (sorry everyone) She was so rough with me the back of my neck is sore from being knocked against the sink. She didn't use any conditioner so when it was time to comb my hair she was torturing me. I kept telling her that she was hurting me but I really think that she was pretending that my Greek wasn't good enough for her to understand.
Ok, now that most of my hair has been ripped out of my head with a comb it's time for the "trim". Trim my ass! It was like-snip snip snip....chop....snip snip snip....chop....chop....HACK...chop! I told her that she was cutting it too short and she looked at me like "And?" Ugh! I had asked her to give me a long bang and there was a big CHOP with her scissors and now I look ridiculous. To top it off, she styled it really curly, using the hairbrush method. I've rarely been to a salon here where they actually use a curling iron. They usually use hairbrushes with the blow dryer to curl your hair. -Too bad I didn't want my hair curled- After she finished I just paid her and left. It wasn't her fault really, it was mine for going there. I had to go to the grocery store on the way home and I wish that I would've had a hat. I was so upset and embarrassed. I didn't want anyone to think that this is what I looked like.
When I got home and walked in the door everyone just looked at me with their mouths wide open. Kosta was trying to be nice but I could see right through it. Is it me or shouldn't a "salon" experience be positive? Shouldn't I have been floating around feeling beautiful with my new haircut? Anyway, it happened and I need to let my hideous hair grow. I went in with long hair and now I have medium hair that's kind of a cross between a shag and a mop. I can't wait to wash it and try to make myself look like well, myself again.
I'll be back in a few days. Have a great weekend everyone!