On my mother’s side, most have very course and dry hair or short and kinky curly hair. On my father’s side, the hair is very straight and thin. As a result, my hair is very confused. It appears straight but is on the dry side and has spots that want to curve and curl in weird directions. It takes a bit to smooth it down and never really looks all that great. Mostly, I don’t care because I have never been a person to care that much about hair and makeup. I was a huge tomboy when growing up and could usually be found with my older brother and his friends. Instead of playing dolls and house, I would be playing army or sword fighting. I climbed trees and did sports. But, I am getting way off subject.
I usually just had mid length hair and no bangs. Once I started getting older, I was talked into bangs. Well, my hair loves them. It gives them opportunity to play tricks on me and I swear I hear them laughing at me! They refuse to lie flat, but instead will swirl and curl and point out like horns. It is a daily struggle to get them to look decent! I attempted to draw a picture to show you how they look. Sorry for the poor art work. My father was a fantastic artist, and both of my brothers got his talent. But, sadly, I can only attempt to draw stick people, and even they are embarrassed to be seen in public.
Our days have been starting very early, and I just don’t have the time and/or patience to spend much time on hair. Lately, I have found myself cussing it out. A morning conversation with my hair might go something like this:
Me: Please cooperate today, I am running late!
Bangs: Ummmm, no
Me: Bangs! You need to cover my forehead. That is your job!
Bangs: Says you. I prefer to stick out this way, and that way, and maybe three ways.
Me: Okay, you asked for it. I am getting the curlers!
(A short time later)
Me: How did you do that?! I curled you in the direction I wanted you, how did you stick out that way?
Me: *#%@&((#&@^ you stinking *^&#^))#!
Bangs: Now, now! Just potty language for a child care provider! **giggles**
Of course, usually when I have plenty of time to get ready for the day, my bangs will take the opportunity to cooperate perfectly. I swear they have a mind of their own! Today is Saturday, so I don’t have to worry about the battle. I don’t have anyplace to go and my bangs can do whatever they please and I will ignore them! I get to have the last word today! HA! Take that!