It’s Just Hair… Or Is It?

It’s Just Hair… Or Is It?

I remember a very specific trip with my mom to our stylist.

This particular trip, my mom had her hair in a low ponytail, just like it had been for months (or years). It was long and boring and starting to gray around the edges. We went in to see Glen, our trusty stylist, and she said she was ready.

So he took her ponytail, lowered the elastic a little bit, grabbed his sharp scissors, and cut. I remember the sound. I remember seeing my mom without her ponytail. It was strange. I remember feeling like my mom was “old” then, like those old ladies who get their hair washed and set every Friday.

In hindsight, she was probably only about my age. Maybe a little older.

I realized a few weeks ago I wanted a change. I’m tired of waking up in the morning, throwing my hair in a ponytail or bun or worse, a ponytail that ends up in a bun on top of my head by 10am. I’m tired of feeling frumpy (not that long hair is frumpy) and complacent with my beauty (ha) routine.

So today, with the help of my friend Tracy (an instructor at the Paul Mitchell School here in ATL), THIS HAPPENED:


After a straightening treatment to take the curl (mostly) out of my hair, the most amazing shampooing I’ve every experienced, Tracy put my hair in a ponytail and cut. There was a good 6″ of hair in a 1″ thick ponytail when she was finished.

And then in an Edward Scissorhands-like fashion, she turned this (left) into this (right).



I’m at that point where I’m not sure whether to laugh or cry… I’ll let you know after I’ve had to fix it by myself, I guess!

And if I hate it, it’s just hair, right?

Halfy New Year!

Y’all… the year is HALF OVER! I’m not sure whether to jump up and down or cry.

I’ve been thinking about this for a long time. Since last year, actually.

Having never been much of a New Year’s Resolution kind of girl, I’m going to make Halfy New Year’s Resolutions. Or at least refresh things I thought I might do at the beginning of the year.

Now that it’s July 1st, or Halfy New Year’s Day, I’m going to do just that.

Here goes:

  1. Perform one random act of kindness a week.
  2. Write two posts per week here. In addition to Stream of Consciousness Sunday. This space has been really neglected.
  3. Run 10 miles or more per week. I have to prepare for the Wine & Dine Half and then the Princess Half/Glass Slipper Challenge.
  4. Schedule a date night once a month with Henry.
  5. Do the same with Jason.

What are some things you want to do for the second half of 2013?


Serious question…

Here’s a very serious question:

Which of these scenarios would you rather see?

1. Neil Patrick Harris playing Barney Stinson playing Justin Timberlake in a JT biopic.

2. Justin Timberlake playing Neil Patrick Harris playing Barney Stinson in a NPH biopic.

3. Neil Patrick Harris and Justin Timberlake just standing around together in suits and ties looking hot.

4. Neil Patrick Harris and Justin Timberlake on SNL singing Mirrors with more cowbell.

Other options?

Emergency on the Race Course

It was about mile 6 when I really had to go. The thought of stopping my clock and going into a port-a-potty on the side of Highland Avenue wasn’t my idea of a good time, but you know what they say?

When you gotta go, you gotta go.

And really, I HAD TO GO!

Easy enough, huh?

I walked right in, there was no line like at miles 2 and 4. Did my thing. Used the hand sanitizer.

Opened the door.

Opened the door.

Opened the…







So I was able to push the door open just enough to see out.

I could see a cop directing traffic at the intersection. Only he was a good 50 yards away.

This is when I realized that apparently port-a-potties are freaking soundproof because I was yelling and screaming for somebody to LET ME OUT I’M STUCK IN A PORT-A-POTTY WITH OTHER PEOPLE’S SHIT FLOATING AROUND IN BLUE WATER.

Breathe, Jana.

Time’s ticking. My time was getting longer and longer each second.

I pushed the door open again, about 1/2 an inch.

Somebody’s coming.







She looked towards the port-a-potty like there was somebody freaking out inside and for a split second I thought she wouldn’t let me out.

But she did.

I was freeeeeeeeee.

Fresh air. Breathe. I took a second to realize that I, in fact, was going to live.

My death certificate will not say (at least this time) “Death by asphyxiation in a port-a-potty.”

And then I went and finished running 9.3 miles.


Elapsed time of freakout: Approximately 22 seconds, but felt like an eternity.

Green Stuff, Pickles, and Whale Music: Things Not Found at The Four Seasons Spa

Green Stuff, Pickles, and Whale Music: Things Not Found at The Four Seasons Spa

Jason told me last week that he had a “surprise” for me. If you know me at all, you know I HATE surprises. Hate. LOATHE. I do not like to be surprised at all.

So yeah. This drove me crazy for a week. I wouldn’t even get to find out until the day AFTER Christmas. ::sigh::

I had so many questions. What will I wear? Do I need a special outfit? Should I shave my legs? Will my hair need to be fixed up? Will it be hot or cold or inside or outside? Paper or plastic? GAH!

Christmas was wonderful. But there was a wonderfully twitchy anxiety underneath it. WHAT WAS THE SURPRISE?

Wednesday morning, Jason leaned close in to my face and asked if I wanted to know… uh, of course I did!

I was going to the Four Seasons Spa for a 2 hour Calm treatment. It would include a 50 minute massage and a 50 minute facial. This was going to be amazing.

And it was.

As Jason drove me down to Midtown, Henry had questions. Of course! Once he realized what a spa was, he put it all together… “Mom, they’re going to give you a massage, put green stuff on your face and put pickles on your eyes.”

Uh, I hope not, kid!

I ventured into the spa, anxious and ready to relax.

After sitting with a warm neck wrap for about 15 minutes, I was called back for my first treatment.

My first treatment was a 50 minute aromatherapy massage. I’m not sure if the highlight of the massage was that she never said “OHMYGAWD you need to relax” or that the music was hymns being played on a piano. I don’t normally like massages, but this one? This one really was amazing.

Between the massage and facial, I had some time to sit in the relaxation lounge. I made a cup of mandarin spice tea, enjoyed a little tray of mixed nuts, and just sat. I just “was.” And it was just lovely.

My facial was such a treat. Especially since there were no pickles on my eyes. That really would hurt, y’all. There was green stuff (that was actually clear) and scrubbing and citrus oils and really just 50 minutes of fabulousness.

I can honestly say that at the end of the facial, I felt calmer. The whole afternoon, from Jason planning it out to the decadent services to the lovely setting, was perfect.

Jason picked me up and of course, Henry wanted to know ALL THE DETAILS! I told Jason about the piano hymns because I was totally taken by that little detail and Henry was flabbergasted that they didn’t play “whale music.”

It took me a few minutes, but then once he performed (god-awful) whale music, I realized he was speaking of New Age music (and it totally does sound like whale music!).

The day was perfect. It was topped off with a traditional post-Christmas dinner at Dante’s. I’m not sure I could ask for much more.

I do know this… For somebody who doesn’t like surprises, I’m secretly hoping for a little one again soon!



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