Those of you who have known me, know I am always changing my hair. When I was fishing around for a topic tonight, Big D suggested to post pictures of a few of my “do’s.” She asked for it, and personally I think we should have a contest for the coolest hair I wear. Here goes nothing. HA!

This is as far back as I have. If I could hang out at my Mom’s house, I could go further back, and find a sweet mullet picture. Being that she lives 400 miles away, I don’t see that happening. I wore this “do” in 7th and 8th grade. I hated Jr. High School, so it wasn’t going to make me a rats ass difference if I had cool hair or not. So, I was a little bit behind the trend, but I made it!

This is my 18th birthday. I wore the wave all through High School. It was B I G. It was sticky. It was a pain in the butt to rat it big enough. Paul Mitchell hairspray….we bought by the gallon!

Everyone remembers the Glamor Shots. I was a huge rage in the early 90’s. My two sisters and I, actually loaded up in a blizzard to travel from Roosevelt, Ut to Provo, Ut to get these done. It was crazy, and today I am so glad we did it. I like to think that one day we will be the three sisters from Hocus Pocus. Don’t ask. HAHA.

This is what the wave looks like calmed down a bit. I would like to think I wore this look for awhile. However, less than a year later, I became pregnant. My pregnancy hormones were bad juju x 1,000,000. Judge for yourself.

This is what happens when you become pregnant, and are one sick dog. Not only did I cut it short, I permed it to add height. I guess this is kinda a mullet. Business up front, party in the back. Oh gosh, this picture makes me cringe. Hang on, I think it gets better.

This is what The Darth Vader looks like grown out a year or two. Notice the wave is trying to make a comeback. Not gonna let it!!

Finally! The Darth grown out! I think Meagan is about 5 years old in this picture. Her cute big sister, Jos, poked her eyes out with a thumb tack on the picture when she was mad at her. Hence the creeper eye.

Why do you call this the Bird Turd? Let me tell you. It looks like a bird was flying over head, and it took a big turn on the top of my hair. Blonde up top, dark on the bottom. This was fun for a few years, but nothing lasts very long.

I’m so, so sorry. I have no words. (That’s kind of a bid deal for me.)

Does this face make my hair look fat, or the other way around? This one is lighter on top and dark on the bottom, but nothing like the Bird Turd. I must be growing out…..just to cut it again. Let’s see…..

This is in the top three of my favorite hair styles. If you look behind me, there are illegal knock off purses we had purchased that day in the NYC subway. We should have died that day, but we didn’t. FYI

I can tell how sick I was during pregnancy by the look on my face. In this picture I was pregnant with Chloe. I can tell by the fake smile, I was sick. I’m telling you…male….naked….hairless….mole rat is where it’s at! Blah!

This is my second favorite cut and color. If you are in the SLC area, I know just the person for you. She is awesome! Denise…you rock!

This was fun for about 6 weeks, then it took about 15 weeks to get the red out. Never again! Red hair is the devil!

This one is pretty self explanatory. It was fun. I came, I saw, I conquered.

This is Thanksgiving 2013 in San Antonio, Texas. It was at this exact moment I realized Elle is missing the first third of her left eyebrow. I asked her what happened, and she told me she dropped the razor when she was shaving her legs. When I asked her how she dropped a razor up, she had no words. BUSTED! Trying to shave the ol’ eyebrows!

I told Meagan when she signed up for the Army, that I would not cut my hair until she came home. Luckily for me, she came home early. What did I do? Yep! Time for a change!

Ok. Call me crazy, but this is my favorite. New Grandma, Mid-Life Crisis…I got this! Bring it!
I so wish I had more pictures. This really is just the frosting on the cake. There are pictures out there, and I will find them!Did you go through the awkward Jr. High phase? Are you “attached” to your hair or no? Short or long? Ready…..tell me in the comments below!