Friday, November 6, 2009

Mahogany MOJO

When my son was barely 16 years old, with long blonde hair, he thought he was pretty hot with all the girls.  Truth is, they thought so too.  I begin to quit memorizing names of the girls he talked about or introduced me to, because I was calling Brandy - Brittany, Caitlen - Cally, you get the drift.

Anywho, this pretty blonde headed boy who still is the center of my heart and life was never and I mean NEVER afraid to try anything on his head!  NO hairstyle was too bizarre for him!  He always said, "It's just hair!  I can shave it and start over!  If it's a bad hair cut, wait two weeks and it will be okay. 

God bless his sweet lil blonde headed heart!  He didn't realize his next experiment was about to cost him almost 3 months of a complete identity change!  IT WAS TOTALLY HILARIOUS!

Jody, my son, was the kid in school who made friends from every group.  He didn't belong to certain "clicks" or clubs or "hoods", etc.  Jody was loved by all and loved everyone who wanted to be included.  Every party we threw for him, (at least 2 per year) would fill our home with football players, cheerleaders, bandcamp kids, skaters, hoodies, jocks, nerds, etc. . . you name or label them. . . . they were there.

One of his favorite things to do, besides dating and play soccer was to skateboard.  He had skill.  He was agile.  He could do the latest tricks, skin his shins, get road burns, you know how it is!  (too bad he and 20 other boys in his class, barely 21 all think they already need knee replacements).  Anywho, I digress.

One evening, the boys (who were very willing to live on the edge as long as it was legal) decided it was time to take the boards to the big parks.  They went to a warehouse building and decided it was time to learn to jump four-foot ledges, flip the boards down flights of stairs, skim across hand rails and anything else that I NEVER wanted to know about!

While venturing toward a dumpster, where one of the boy's Mom's had dumped an entire case of hair color.  She was a hair stylist and decided she had ordered the wrong color.  Since she shared the dumpster from her shop close by, she dropped the color there.

The boys were very excited to find a great big box labeled "MAXIM".  Now if you consider yourself to be a conservative christian AND. . . AND do not have teenage boys (or if you do and they get out of your sight and your head is stuck in the sand) you won't have a clue about Maxim.  However, it is a racey magazine with provocative pictures of sexy girls. . . .almost playboy not quite kind of stuff. 

Well, those boys got so excited when they ripped into that MAXIM case and found hair color.  The name of the hair color:  MAHOGANY MOJO!  So, as they often did, one stepped up and dared the others to all take a bottle and each color his hair. 

So, taking the pledge of honorable young men, not wanting to be labeled a "chicken" all the boys took a bottle.  This is where I need to tell you that every single boy there, except Jody had either dark brown or black hair.  Jody's well, you see in the picture. . . and even to this day. . . it is truly blonde.

When they came home to crash at our house for the night, I never noticed a difference in a single head until Jody waltzed through the door. . . .strutting like a "Stud-muffin".  I don't even have to explain the rest.  Look at the pictures!

He kept that color for the entire summer and the first month of school.  We called him "That 70's Boy" and  he loved it because, with his Aviator Sunglasses, he looked like he belonged on "That 70's Show". 
He didn't care!  He had fun with it!  He took the ribbings he got from the other guys and had fun all summer long. 

THAT 70'S BOY!

Jody's motto continues to be:  I hope you like me.  But if you don't, I can't help it.  You've missed out on a good friend and great times.  I'm not going to lose sleep over it.  However, if you need a friend, I'm here.
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17 comments:

Smart Mouth Broad said...

It's really a beautiful shade of red. I wish I had some Maxim when I tried going red a few years ago. I think the title of my box was BOZO. AIGH!!!

darsden said...

the one and only time I ever did my own hair it turned doritos orange no joke.. I looked like a hugh bag of doritos!!!
He is a cutie with what ever hair color he is rocking...

Joanna Jenkins said...

That is hysterical. I still don't have the nerve to color my hair. Maybe I should have started when I was Jody's age :-)

Great post. Have a wonderful weekend.

xo

Madison said...

Looks good to me. I wonder why the woman threw that color out.

gaelikaa said...

He's got a mind of his own for sure!

Mimi said...

I like that colour, and his hair looks really sleek and healthy.
He sounds like a fine boy, you've done a good job there.

Sandi McBride said...

Any hair color would suit this kid! He's that kind of kid...a man for all seasons...I think you have a keeper here, Sharon!
Sandi

otin said...

I thought it looked ok! LOL!

Brian Miller said...

ha. nice dye job! my motto with hair has always been the same...if we screw it up i will just shave it all off...which scares T every time I grab the clippers...i like his style!

Joanie M said...

I bleached my son's hair one summer. We called him Tim Shady!

Actually I like your son as a redhead!

Stacy (the Random Cool Chick) said...

Your son sports that color well! Was he the only one that took on the dare? Love how he has a great sense of himself - you've done a great job, Mom! :)

rxBambi said...

He sounds like a truly awesome kid! I love that he's so sure of himself, and I love that he can be friends with all kinds of other kids, and not worry about being in the "cool group". Kudos to you :)

♥ Braja said...

Well, why am I not surprised? With a mother like you, he's bound to be of such sturdy and light and loving character.

Hilarious post....well done Sharon :)

blognut said...

Awesome. I like Jody.

Tiffany Norris said...

I may just have to try some Mahogany Mojo myself!

TechnoBabe said...

I colored my hair so many colors by the time I started having kids and I encouraged them to try different styles and colors. They are all blond like I was growing up. My oldest, a daughter, was not interested in any hair changes. My son who was next, tried different lengths but not color changes. The youngest, another daughter, made up for their trepidation. She wanted to try everything, every color and every hair cut. She had fun with it just as you describe your son. I know the fun you had as a mother watching your son's sense of adventure.

Rob-bear said...

The lad knows how to have serious fun. This is a good thing.

And I like his attitude.