Fro Me To You Carnival 6.12.08

I love how certain decades define a generation. I call this the "Urban Cowboy Facial Hair Era".


Everytime I see this picture of my father in law I can't help but sing a Micky Gilly song. Mike is too handsome for facial hair, or a cowboy hat, or a furry animal. I am sure the ladies loved it though.

Fro Me To You Carnival 6.12.08

I love how certain decades define a generation. I call this the "Urban Cowboy Facial Hair Era".


Everytime I see this picture of my father in law I can't help but sing a Micky Gilly song. Mike is too handsome for facial hair, or a cowboy hat, or a furry animal. I am sure the ladies loved it though.

Fro Me To You Carnival 6.5.08

You know what I miss? Camaro Hair. It's not a mullet but a close cousin. You know; the kind of hair that guys with Camaros, Firebirds, and I-Roc Zs wore. These are the guys that listened to Boston, Skynard, and Floyd. They wore cute offs and high tops. Hubs had camaro hair back in high school, and the IRoc. His whole track and field team had it I think. Hubs rocked the camaro hair.

Fro Me To You Carnival 6.5.08

You know what I miss? Camaro Hair. It's not a mullet but a close cousin. You know; the kind of hair that guys with Camaros, Firebirds, and I-Roc Zs wore. These are the guys that listened to Boston, Skynard, and Floyd. They wore cute offs and high tops. Hubs had camaro hair back in high school, and the IRoc. His whole track and field team had it I think. Hubs rocked the camaro hair.

Fro Me To You Carnival 5.29.08

This week's Fro installment refers to weddings,weekends and weather. Hubs and I had a wild weekend planned in St Louis for my cousin's wedding. We were invited to come without the boys (thank you for the mini vacation) so we took the opportunity to make the most of our time in the city.

Friday night we attended a pre-wedding cookout at my aunt's house. We then headed to a craw fish boil and then back out with my brother. As you can see, I started my weekend with straight hair. This is really just my lazy way of not having to wash my hair everyday. My straight hair was a surprise to my old friend A Bun's Life. T hasn't seen me in over a year and in the last eighteen years we have known each other I think she has seen me with straight hair once; Friday.

Thanks for the image T.

Saturday Hubs and I hung out around the house recovering from what we considered a late night. We don't get out much anymore; midnight is late. Party on Rock Stars!

Saturday night found us heading to a rehearsal dinner. My brother and I decided we would shake things up a bit. I washed and went curly and he decided to tame the mane. You see, I have a lot of hair but brother has A. LOT. of hair. He is in the process of growing his hair long and is having trouble with frizz. That is what happens to us, our hair doesn't grow down, it grows out. He humored me and allowed me to use some product and play dress up. He was such a good sport.

Sunday you would find us sleeping in due to the fact that we finally rolled in around 2am. What is wrong with me? Do I think I am 21? Oh wait, my step-mom was outlasting me so age can not be my excuse. I am out of practice, they have a martini bar walking distance from their house!

The wedding was scheduled Sunday at 6pm. How many weddings have you heard of that start on time? I now know of one! Since I have seen the same group of people everyday since arriving I had to do something a little different with the fro. The humidity was not helping so I decided to go with the conservative "bun". Not sure how well I pulled it off...

Sleepy and too much wine...

I needed more bobbie pins at this point. Damn layers.

Want to see the rest of the weekend? Click here.

Fro Me To You Carnival 5.29.08

This week's Fro installment refers to weddings,weekends and weather. Hubs and I had a wild weekend planned in St Louis for my cousin's wedding. We were invited to come without the boys (thank you for the mini vacation) so we took the opportunity to make the most of our time in the city.

Friday night we attended a pre-wedding cookout at my aunt's house. We then headed to a craw fish boil and then back out with my brother. As you can see, I started my weekend with straight hair. This is really just my lazy way of not having to wash my hair everyday. My straight hair was a surprise to my old friend A Bun's Life. T hasn't seen me in over a year and in the last eighteen years we have known each other I think she has seen me with straight hair once; Friday.

Thanks for the image T.

Saturday Hubs and I hung out around the house recovering from what we considered a late night. We don't get out much anymore; midnight is late. Party on Rock Stars!

Saturday night found us heading to a rehearsal dinner. My brother and I decided we would shake things up a bit. I washed and went curly and he decided to tame the mane. You see, I have a lot of hair but brother has A. LOT. of hair. He is in the process of growing his hair long and is having trouble with frizz. That is what happens to us, our hair doesn't grow down, it grows out. He humored me and allowed me to use some product and play dress up. He was such a good sport.

Sunday you would find us sleeping in due to the fact that we finally rolled in around 2am. What is wrong with me? Do I think I am 21? Oh wait, my step-mom was outlasting me so age can not be my excuse. I am out of practice, they have a martini bar walking distance from their house!

The wedding was scheduled Sunday at 6pm. How many weddings have you heard of that start on time? I now know of one! Since I have seen the same group of people everyday since arriving I had to do something a little different with the fro. The humidity was not helping so I decided to go with the conservative "bun". Not sure how well I pulled it off...

Sleepy and too much wine...

I needed more bobbie pins at this point. Damn layers.

Want to see the rest of the weekend? Click here.

Fro Me To You Carnival 5.22.08

Graduation is an important time in a student's life. I have been thinking about graduation lately. Partly because it is that time of year, the fact that I think I may never finish my MBA at the rate I am going, and that one of my favorite bloggers recently finished her degree.

As I mentioned in my Fro post last week, my senior year of high school was unusual to say the least. Lack of regular parental supervision left me to my own devices most of the time. Although many parties were held in my honor at my home, it was always clean and the fridge was always full (thanks to working at the local Hy-Vee). If you have been a reader of mine for some time now you know I have moved around A. LOT. My carefree gypsy spirit provided me the opportunity to live in many exciting and beautiful places bu did not do much for my transcripts. I remember telling hubs in 1999, "we will not move from North Carolina until I finish my degree". Five years later in Florida I found myself saying "we will not leave this state until I am done with this BS". I walked in 2006 and moved back to Missouri the same spring.

These thoughts of graduating made me turn to my photo site to reminisce. The photo of my high school graduation is of me and my sister's boyfriend of a few years, Steve. He was a great guy and like a brother to me. As you can see, I was pretty happy that day. You might also notice I am wearing the little hat the "proper" way. I hated to see all my girlfriends with the little hat propped on the back of their heads with bobby pins everywhere. Too much stress for me; who wants to worry about keeping that thing on when I was worried enough about tripping.












The photo of my college graduation is of me and hubs. Oh, you thought that was Billy Idol? Ha! I did too. You see, while I was practicing and waiting in the grand stand of the TECO Arena, hubs was hanging out with friends. One of these friends is a hair stylist. They got bored. They bleached hub's hair. During the ceremony hubs sent me a text that he had surprise for me. This was not the jewelry I was expecting. Especially since we had family pictures scheduled for two days later. I may be happy to be graduating, not so happy about the hair. Leave a man with a hairstylist and bad things can happen.

Fro Me To You Carnival 5.22.08

Graduation is an important time in a student's life. I have been thinking about graduation lately. Partly because it is that time of year, the fact that I think I may never finish my MBA at the rate I am going, and that one of my favorite bloggers recently finished her degree.

As I mentioned in my Fro post last week, my senior year of high school was unusual to say the least. Lack of regular parental supervision left me to my own devices most of the time. Although many parties were held in my honor at my home, it was always clean and the fridge was always full (thanks to working at the local Hy-Vee). If you have been a reader of mine for some time now you know I have moved around A. LOT. My carefree gypsy spirit provided me the opportunity to live in many exciting and beautiful places bu did not do much for my transcripts. I remember telling hubs in 1999, "we will not move from North Carolina until I finish my degree". Five years later in Florida I found myself saying "we will not leave this state until I am done with this BS". I walked in 2006 and moved back to Missouri the same spring.

These thoughts of graduating made me turn to my photo site to reminisce. The photo of my high school graduation is of me and my sister's boyfriend of a few years, Steve. He was a great guy and like a brother to me. As you can see, I was pretty happy that day. You might also notice I am wearing the little hat the "proper" way. I hated to see all my girlfriends with the little hat propped on the back of their heads with bobby pins everywhere. Too much stress for me; who wants to worry about keeping that thing on when I was worried enough about tripping.












The photo of my college graduation is of me and hubs. Oh, you thought that was Billy Idol? Ha! I did too. You see, while I was practicing and waiting in the grand stand of the TECO Arena, hubs was hanging out with friends. One of these friends is a hair stylist. They got bored. They bleached hub's hair. During the ceremony hubs sent me a text that he had surprise for me. This was not the jewelry I was expecting. Especially since we had family pictures scheduled for two days later. I may be happy to be graduating, not so happy about the hair. Leave a man with a hairstylist and bad things can happen.

Fro Me To You Carnival

Kristen from We Are That Family had this great idea that is so easy for me. You see, I have A LOT of hair. Back in high school though, I did not think it was big enough. curls, layers, hairspray, and a pick was all I needed. My neighbor was an older retired man that would "tease" me (as if I needed more) that I had to drive a four door car to make room for me hair. Case in point:

My sister took this photo of me while we were in Dallas on Spring Break during my senior year. We had a blast. We spent the days shopping and going to a baseball game and at night we hit the town. I remember feeling so out of place when we would go out. My sister, being four years older, was 22 at the time. She seemed very confident and comfortable with bar hopping. I remember feeling like a third wheel when a guy would be hitting on her; I would not know what to do with myself but also did not want to cramp her style. She, however, was very gracious and made sure to include me in conversations and such.

My sis and I were pretty close my senior year. My mother and step dad moved to Springfield Missouri that year due to a job transfer. I was allowed to stay in KC to finish out my senior year with my sister as my "guardian". With sis being about four years older than me so we struggled with the parent/friend relationship at times but it worked out in the end.

For those of you wondering, I did graduate, but barely. I had great grades and worked three jobs.; what got me was the amount of days I was absent. I guess they only let you miss a set amount of days; I was a couple of days over. I am still not sure if they send warning letters but if they did I did not get them.

One of my teachers asked if I had anymore siblings that would be attending after me. They seemed relieved when I answered no.

We've come a long way, me and my hair.

Fro Me To You Carnival

Kristen from We Are That Family had this great idea that is so easy for me. You see, I have A LOT of hair. Back in high school though, I did not think it was big enough. curls, layers, hairspray, and a pick was all I needed. My neighbor was an older retired man that would "tease" me (as if I needed more) that I had to drive a four door car to make room for me hair. Case in point:

My sister took this photo of me while we were in Dallas on Spring Break during my senior year. We had a blast. We spent the days shopping and going to a baseball game and at night we hit the town. I remember feeling so out of place when we would go out. My sister, being four years older, was 22 at the time. She seemed very confident and comfortable with bar hopping. I remember feeling like a third wheel when a guy would be hitting on her; I would not know what to do with myself but also did not want to cramp her style. She, however, was very gracious and made sure to include me in conversations and such.

My sis and I were pretty close my senior year. My mother and step dad moved to Springfield Missouri that year due to a job transfer. I was allowed to stay in KC to finish out my senior year with my sister as my "guardian". With sis being about four years older than me so we struggled with the parent/friend relationship at times but it worked out in the end.

For those of you wondering, I did graduate, but barely. I had great grades and worked three jobs.; what got me was the amount of days I was absent. I guess they only let you miss a set amount of days; I was a couple of days over. I am still not sure if they send warning letters but if they did I did not get them.

One of my teachers asked if I had anymore siblings that would be attending after me. They seemed relieved when I answered no.

We've come a long way, me and my hair.