Ok, Let's talk about Southern Hairstyles. Since it IS my profession, it lies close to my heart. And I see it done so gracefully all the time. Just look:

Oh wait....that isn't graceful. Damn you Billy Ray Cyrus! Well, that was in the past and we haven't all had the luxury of perfect hair. Let's catch up a few years and see where Mr. Cyrus is today:

Ewwww....Nevermind. I'm pretty sure I have had this haircut AND color before! Apparently me and Mr. Cyrus have the same style. Mine was inspired by Catherine Bell. I'm not sure what his excuse is.
I absolutely HATE mullets. There is no reason for that hairstyle to ever have been created! Unless a stylist was interrupted and not able to finish the back. One time, when I first started doing hair and was working in the mall, there was a bomb threat. I had to stop cutting a ladies hair and we all had to evacuate the building. It took several hours before we could reenter the building. Needless to say, she was starting a new trend by walking around with a half haircut. But yeah, I hate mullets.
Interestingly enough, I can easily transition to my next topic of Nascar. Seriously, I googled Nascar Fan and this is one of the images:

Gross. However, I will say that I do not love but do not hate Nascar. I do like looking at some of the drivers. There are some cuties!



Yep. I can sit watch Nascar without complaining. ;) Now, I won tickets on the radio once (I know, I know, bug surprise) to the Busch Race in Lebanon. That was one of the funniest experienced I have ever had. I took my girlfriend Chrissy. I had never been to a race before so I dressed pretty cute. We were like 10 rows up from the track. So by the time we left we were covered in tar. I would wipe my face and it would smear tar everywhere. I wasn't expecting that. Another thing I wasn't expecting was when and older, shirtless gentleman who appeared to be a little sauced came up to us and was hitting on us. It was funny and flattering until he made a comment about me being Chrissy's mom. Keep in mind that I was 21 or so, and Chrissy was actually a year older than me. Yikes! I could have picked his scrawny butt up and heaved him over that fence. My fun day was over. But there were definitely some sights to be seen that day. I will never forget it.
Well, that's all for today. Until next time....
LOVE Y'ALL