the pursuit of happiness. . .grrrrr

so my husband and i have very different tastes in movies. this is mainly becuase i only like very light, funny movies. what about bob, when harry met sally, the burbs, bull durham, these are great movies. . .groundhog day! yayyyy! (i know, its very narrow of me but i figure i can see sad things and events everyday easily enough. so paying to watch them be acted out seems counterproductive to me)

for a while now there has been friendly contention over his desire to see the pursuit of happiness. now there are many reasons i cringe at the very idea of this movie. at the top of my list is the fact that i know the main character in the movie ends up homeless and penniless while trying to work at just surviving. now i realize this is all a part of his story which is to many people inspiring and hopeful. at the end of the day though, i am just not one of these people. . .i find it depressing, i know it's horrible of me but hey, all i am looking for in a movie is fun and entertainment. i don't desire to be sitting on the edge of my seat. i don't want to cry or have my heart strings pulled. . .i would much prefer to laugh and laugh loudly!

so last night it's on television. i have no good excuse as to why i can't watch it. . .it's FREE. it's ON and there is just no reasonable explanation for my complete and utter aversion to watching it. and so I succomb. afterall, how bad can it be, right? i mean everyone i know who has seen it says, "you have to see this movie, it's so amazing. . ."

5 minutes into the movie i am thinking yikes, this was a mistake. 25 minutes in i am trying to covertly check my facebook account. 45 minutes in and will smith and his son are sleeping in a subway station. at one point i started drinking water just so i could take a bathroom break. i kid you not, i was getting claustraphobic watching this movie. . .

and the whole time i am thinking----- this is soooooo depressing.

when the end finally came (as an aside, if you have not seen this movie and you plan to do so, stop reading now!) and he secures the job at the firm i was completely underwhelmed. . .

and so i have come to the conclusion that when it comes to movies i am just not at all versatile. if it makes me laugh, great! otherwise, i will be honest and say i just don't care for it. . .

on the bright side though, my husband liked it and so that was good:) and hopefully i earned some wife points for the next time i say "hey can we watch sex in the city again. . ."

easy breezy beautiful. . .covergirl?

my hair has been growing. . .as hair tends to do, obviously. and yesterday i finally called a local salon and made an appointment.

as an aside, i tend to dream big as to the outcome of these occasions. i picture hair perfection - a simple style that is classic yet sexy. . .able to be fixed in less than 10 minutes. . .easy, breezy perfection every morning without fail. . .that's not unrealistic, right?

so i go into the salon, meet with my stylist for 10 minutes or so before the shampooing commences and dare to dream. she nods her head throughout and smiles enigmatically. . .a smile that communicates the intended fulfillment of all my hair dreams. . .

an hour later i am amazed. she has done the impossible. she has DELIVERED! i hardly recongnized my unruly locks. what had been heavy, long, red, wavy hair was now light and layered with side-swept bangs. i could run my fingers through it and it swung silkily with the movement of my head. perfection.

Fast forward to this morning about 10 minutes after I begin trying to blow it out myself. The layers that just yesterday had been falling gently on the sides of my face are now bushily protruding from my skull. . .my bangs have curled up and are hanging limply and as i gaze brokenly into the mirror it occurs to me that i have discovered something new. . .hair heartbreak.

There is nothing to do but try again tomorrow. . .and perhaps things will go my way. . .easy breezy? At this point i would happily settle for simply adequate:)