Well, cross that one off my bucket list.

So, I don't know if you guys knew this or not.

I'm kind of a big deal.

I'm a model.

I do my little turn on the catwalk. And, I am way too sexy for Milan, New York and Japan.
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A couple weeks ago, my friend sent me text encouraging me to be a hair model for a hair show that was coming to our area--they needed models that were over 5'8".

So, my over 5'8" self showed up on Sunday, throwing caution to the wind. I decided I'd go along with whatever they might want to do with my hair. Except for a mohawk. No mohawks for me.

You see, while I play the suburban stay-at-home mama in real life, there's something down deep inside me that longs to be a bit of a rebel. I want to express my weirdness on the outside. I really want to get my nose pierced. I kinda want a tattoo on the inside of my wrist too. But---since I'm pretty sure Brad would consider leaving me if I got a tattoo, I figured I'd settle on a fun, new hair cut.

Until Sunday, the only rebellious looking thing on me was the small silver hoop I have in the piercing on the top of my left ear, and maybe my toe ring. Are those even cool anymore? I don't care---love my toe ring. I've had it for years.

Anyway, as I was sitting at this model call the short, eccentric Italian man, who seemed to be in charge, announced that he needed a virgin with a good neck. At this, I was whisked out of my seat and into his chair.

What's a virgin with a good neck? Someone who has never colored her hair, and has a nice neck.

There is in his chair, this virgin became a bit of a whore, in a strictly hair-dye sense.

So, here are the facts:

*I did strut my stuff on a stage, but I left the camera at home, so Brad could take pictures of the girls in my absence---way more important!

*The eyeliner they use may never come off--I've tried, twice, to wash it off.

*Being a model is actually very humbling work, I found out. It is not about the model AT ALL--it's about presenting a product. So, while I got to get all dolled up for a bit---it wasn't about making me feel pretty, it was about showing off their art work on the canvas that was my hair.

*The short, eccentric Italian guy made two girls cry, because he cut their hair shorter than they expected. He shaved one girl's head. I was really glad he didn't want to shave my head. I guess there's where my rebelliousness comes to a grinding halt. That and mohawks.

*I really, really love, love, love, love my hair in all its red, purple, pink, orangeness!

*I've been to New York. I had a layover in Milan once. I've never been to Japan, but I'm pretty sure, for a moment, I was too sexy for all three of them.

*I have terrible, laughable "model" face.

*You're welcome for putting the lyrical genius of Right Said Fred in your head this morning.