One final post about hair. I promise.

I'm talking about hair - again - but I'll be quick so stick with me.

At the beginning of summer, I got my hair cut and was slowly, very slowly, beginning to work my way up to an inverted bob, much like the one Posh Spice sports .

But I had decided I was going to do it slowly so that I could make sure I liked the cut and if I decided I didn't, it wouldn't be too hard to go back to a classic bob.

Last week, I got a little more cut off in the back so that it is a little more angled. You can't really tell a difference from the front but the back is shorter.

I didn't post any pictures of this latest cut, because I figured that continually boring you with pictures of a hair cut that is imperceptibly different from the one before it would get old.

Several months ago, many of you told me I should just Go For It! Go for it and get the reverse angled Posh Spice bob.

But today, I want to defend my reason for not getting braver and bolder in my attempt to emulate the Posh Spice reverse angled bob or the POB as it is now called. (Yes. The hair world has dubbed her cut the POB!)

You see, I knew it was only a matter of time before Posh got tired of all of middle America having her hairstyle AND more importantly, it's not easy to grow out a POB.

Which left Posh with only one option:

That's right.

Two years ago, Posh Spice, aka Victoria Beckham, got a really cute, innovative bob and made all of America (and me!) want to get our hair cut just like her and then she goes PIXIE on us.

Hmmmph!

When I finally decided to jump on the bandwagon, the director decided to change the tune.

And this time, it's a tune that I just don't have the cheek bones to play!

Hair she goes again!

If you don't want to hear me ramble on and on again about my hair then I'm giving you fair warning. You can click away now.

But if you do, then here goes.

I've written at length about my hair and getting it sort of cut and getting it sort of cut again. And some of you are probably wondering if I'm just getting my hair cut to have something to blog about.

But I can assure you, if I needed something to blog about, I would go to Wal-Mart and just let nature take it's course.

In my endless quest to have a cute and sassy hair style, I went back to my hair stylist again this morning. And I know deep in my heart of hearts, I want an inverted bob.

I don't want one quite as extreme as Posh Spice's. To pull off a bob as inverted as hers you have to be 80 pounds soaking wet. And apparently, you aren't allowed to smile either.

Because, really, what's she got to smile about anyway?

So, I want an inverted bob. But I'm also a big, big chicken.

So my sweet hair stylist is helping me get to where I want to be by holding my hand and taking me there very slowly.

And after today's visit, this is where we are now...

I like to call this bob, the "barely,sort-of, almost inverted bob". Or the "inverted bob for big chickens".

And this picture is making me wonder when my nose became so protrusive. Does this happen in old age or is this just a product of my new, barely-sort-of inverted-just-for-big-chickens bob?

Hmmm...and it looks like both sides aren't cut quiet the same. Oh, well. Any adjustments will have to wait until my next visit in six weeks.

So, there you have it. My new sort-of do.

And at the rate I'm going, in roughly two years, I will have the inverted bob I have always dreamed of, right about the time that inverted bobs have become so 2007.

And with that, I leave you with one last image because my son found my college mortarboard and thought I should be photographed wearing it and because my arms look so freakishly thin...

Eat your hearts out, Posh Spice and David Beckham!

Meet Bob.

My good friend Tracy wanted to see a picture of my new do - the one that I style with my trusty curling iron.

So here it is....

I got it cut about a month ago and didn't bother to post about it because basically it's just a simple bob. And to be quite honest, I'm not that thrilled with it.

I've had bobs before and well, they're just bobs. They aren't trendy or stylish or anything special.

But bobs are classic, elegant and timeless. Three adjectives I frequently use to describe myself.

Oh, I kid.

I guess I'm just not sure what to do with my hair.

I guess I keep thinking that a new hairstyle will suddenly make me look 10 pounds thinner, will suddenly make my house cleaner and more organized, will suddenly make my kids better behaved and will suddenly put a little bounce in my step.

Clearly a new hairdo isn't going to do any of that.

So, I might as well come to terms with the bob. It's just hair. And that's all.

Nothing more. Nothing less.

But for some reason, I keep looking.

So if you see someone with a timeless bob flipping through all of those over-priced hair magazines in the supermarket letting out a big long sigh, that will be me.

I'll be looking for the perfect hairstyle that not only suits my face shape and my hair type, but one that also promises weight loss, a clean house and sweet kids.

Wish me luck...

Another new Sarah hair-do.

This is how Sarah wanted to wear her hair a couple of days ago...

Looks normal right? Like a hair-do any other 4 year old would be sporting this summer, right?

Wrong!

This is another Sarah mandated hair-do. I wasn't exactly sure what she wanted but she yelled at me until I got it right. And boy, did she love this hair style. She beamed from ear to ear after I put the brush down.

And yes, we went out in public like this.

And yes, we got a few strange looks.

And no, she didn't care. She thought she looked like a million bucks.

And after I set aside my preconceived notions of how my little girl should look, I realized that she did look like a million bucks.

I have a lot to learn from my kids.

Well, here it is...

Let me first start out by saying that I did not intend to get my haircut like the Marcia picture at the very end of the last post. I had my tongue planted firmly in my cheek when I was posting that. I hesitated to even post the picture because I actually thought it was a very cute cut.

My intention was to post a picture of Marcia Brady circa 1981 when she starred in the very lovely, The Brady Girls Get Married. Or perhaps circa 1988 when she starred in the equally charming, A Very Brady Christmas.

However, this morning when I was doing an image search, the images of Marcia with the hair I wanted to post were all linked to porn sites.

I kid you not.

Apparently there are a lot of sick people out there who like to think of Marcia and Jan as more than sisters. And I didn't want to go to their websites, much less download something from their dirty ole computers to my relatively clean one. Although, the cleanliness of my computer could be debated.

But back to my hair, which I am assuming is why you are all here on a Friday night in the first place. Shouldn't you be grilling out or playing with the kids or watching something on your DVR? Like Top Chef...which is what I will be watching this evening with my husband.

I love to watch a bunch of chefs scurry around and cook things I can't pronounce that would be featured on menus in restaurants I can't afford. Not sure why I find it so thrilling. But I do.

I guess the reason that I keep getting off track is that I'm not that excited to show you my new hair do. I wish I had gone shorter. But I guess it's better to wish I had gone shorter than to wish I hadn't chopped all of my hair off. I have already made another appointment for the beginning of July and I plan on going shorter and sassier then.

But in the meantime, here is my official before shot. (Why is it that my hair always looks really good right before a haircut causing me to question the 204 other times previously that it looked horrible? )

And here is the after:

I know. I know. It's not much of an after picture because it really doesn't look like I got much done to it. It looks very similar to the picture from the magazine I showed the stylist but not exactly like it.

I wish I had just gone for the inverted bob (or "the Christie" as my friend Christie likes to call it!) But there's always next time.

On the plus side though, this stylist was already there when I arrived at 8:30. I love the color job she did and we got along great! And, she charges almost $17 less than the old stylist.

So check back with me on July 1st when I plan to show you the real after picture...hopefully one with me sporting a sassy inverted bob.

And I'm not sure why, but every time I look at myself in the mirror today, I feel like I should be watching the Fonz at a demolition derby or hanging out with my sister Pinky.

Marcia, Marcia, Marcia

So today is the big day! I get my hair cut bright and early this morning.

I must admit, I'm a little nervous. The last time I had a short do, I was pregnant with Sarah.

She will be 4 in two weeks.

Hmmm....I'm not good with math but I think that would mean it's been over 4 years since I've had more than just a trim.

My mom doesn't want me to get my hair cut. And yesterday, when I told Sarah that I was getting my hair cut, she started to cry.

Real tears. I think my mom paid her.

Please don't get me wrong. I love my long hair.

I love the fact that even though I'm 38, with my long "color enhanced" hair, I can still turn a head or two. Heck...I can even get a wolf whistle here and there.

My only problem with my hair is that while it looks great right after I blow dry it and for roughly two hours after that, by lunch time (or depending on the level of humidity, even sooner) it falls completely flat.

It begins to stick to my head and then I start to feel like Marcia Brady.

And just in case some of my faithful readers don't know who Marcia Brady is, I've included this lovely photo from the Marcia Brady Fan Club website.

Yes. Marcia Brady has a fan club.

And a website.

Maureen McCormick also has a fan club and a website but I bet the Marcia Brady site gets more hits.

But back to my hair, which is really why we are all here today. Here are some lovely before shots:

(This is the worst one of all but I'm all about keeping it real.)

So, I'm off to the salon this morning. I want to get an inverted bob (suggestion from my friend Christie) but I don't want any tears upon my return so I think I will ease everyone into a shorter style with something more at the shoulders.

I was thinking maybe something like this...

Marcia, Marcia, Marcia...

I need hair help!

I did it! I finally screwed up the courage and I did it!

I have officially fired my hair stylist.

Well, if you consider calling the shop when you know she's not going to be there and leaving a message that she may or may not get telling her that you are cancelling your next appointment, firing. Well, then, she has been fired!

So technically that's probably not a firing so much as a wimpy way to cancel an appointment. But I knew if I tried to cancel when she was working she was just going to convince me to reschedule and then I was just going to have to call and cancel when she wasn't there anyway so I figure I saved us all a step.

And I'm not too worried. I'm pretty sure she will get the message. And if she doesn't and ends up sitting there waiting on me, well then, I figure that's what she gets for all those times she made me sit there and wait for her to finally arrive without so much as an apology. Hmmph.

So "firing" or whatever it is you want to call what I did to my hair stylist was step one.

Step two was the next big hurdle. Finding a new hair stylist is always complicated.

I don't want to use someone that a good friend or family member uses because what if I don't like the work they do and then this person questions why I'm not going back to their stylist.

I don't want them wondering why their stylist is good enough for them but not good enough for me. What makes her so special that she can't use my stylist? You know, things I'm sure they would be thinking . Things that even if they weren't thinking, I would be thinking they were thinking. And then every time we were together I would be wondering if they were wondering why I wasn't using their stylist.

I don't need a strained relationship over a hair stylist.

But I am thinking that maybe I need a hobby because it seems like I've got lots of spare time on my hands to sit around thinking about what other people may or may not be thinking about.

Where was I?

So I had been contemplating my next move for several weeks when the mothers of one of the kids on the t-ball team came to practice one evening with a really cute short hair cut. This was perfect! I had known this woman briefly prior to the t-ball season and am friendly with her, so I didn't feel like a weirdo asking her where she got her hair done.

There is this one mom with the absolute cutest hair do I have seen in a long time and I had tried and failed on several occasions to start a conversation with her so I could casually ask her about her stylist. I had to stop myself a couple of times from running up to her and gushing about her cute hair and asking who did it and were those highlights natural?

Because y'all, everyone knows it's not polite to ask a complete stranger where she gets her hair done and certainly not to ask if her highlights are natural.

And I really don't want to become known as the annoying t-ball hair stalker mom. I annoy enough people on a regular basis without adding annoying t-ball hair stalker mom to the list.

So I got the information from the other mom and made the call. The new stylist was friendly on the phone, she works very flexible hours and she is priced the same as my evil other stylist.

I am scheduled for highlights and a new cut on Friday morning at 8:30.

So now step three is trying to decide what kind of cut I want. Normally "cut" for me means a trim off the ends of my Marcia Brady hair. But I think after keeping my hair long for over 3 years I am ready for a cut - a style even!

My hair lends itself to a bob and not much else. I have been told by many stylists that I have a lot of hair but that it's fine. And I don't mean fine the way a guy may come up to you in a bar and say, "Oh mama, you are looking fine tonight!". I mean fine as in thin, limp, stringy. So it normally doesn't do much on my head except hang there.

In the past when I have been ready for a new style, I go to the grocery store and buy a few of those over priced hairstyle magazines, flip through them and wish that I looked like Jennifer Aniston or Kate Hudson or one of the other stars wearing the latest hair trends. And then I take the magazine to the stylist and get a hair cut and oddly I don't ever even remotely resemble Jennifer or Kate or Gweneth or Reese....

So I was wondering, where do you guys look for new hairstyles? Should I hurry in to the grocery store before my cut on Friday or is there some better place to look?

I need hair help! Where do I turn? What should I do?