Everyone says when you meet “The One,” you’ll just know.  And as cliché as it sounds, I did. I knew the way the highlights and lowlights danced through my hair, and the way my layers laid just so, that I had indeed met my perfect hairstylist.

My relationship with Arnie began about six years ago. I was going through a painful break up with another stylist after an ill-advised phase featuring bright copper low lights. From the moment I sat in his chair, Arnie and I just clicked. He quickly learned that a partnership with me had special challenges.

Me: “So the back of my hair is wavy and hard to blow dry, but since no one can really see it, I don’t bother.”
Arnie: “Actually you’re the only one who can’t see it, so that’s a problem.”

And together we worked through my poor styling skills. He gracefully reshaped what can best be described as a “Rachel” circa 1995 haircut (But this was 2007. Don’t ask). He introduced me to one of my true loves, dry shampoo. And when I set my hair on fire ONE WEEK BEFORE MY WEDDING, he expertly removed the charred tresses and blended the damage perfectly.

This is the part where you’re probably thinking I’m exaggerating about the fire. Nope. There were actual Michael Jackson Pepsi Commercial style flames shooting from the left side of my head. Details are irrelevant at this point, but let’s just say alcohol-based products and 350-degree curling irons don’t mix.

So after all of that, you may be wondering why I did it...

I cheated on my hairstylist.

It started out innocently enough, as these things often do, casual chitchat here, a text message there. And then the words that no salon-loving woman could refuse: “I’d be happy to come over and blow out your hair.”

I wanted to say no, but I couldn’t.  And soon, in my very own bathroom, someone else’s brushes and blow dryer were working on my hair.  And I liked it. A lot. So much so that I tweeted about it.

And I knew the moment I hit “send” on that tweet, I had to confess.  I texted Arnie.

Me:  “I just tweeted a picture you may see and it’s going to make your eyes bleed.”
Arnie: "?"
Me: “I let someone else blow out my hair. But that's as far as it will go.”
Arnie: “I love you.”

A less secure stylist would have asked questions. So by his simple response, he confirmed that he is indeed The One. But I’m thinking another blow dry or two on the side never hurt anyone.


Thanks for stopping by my new blog.  When my managers asked what it would be about, I kind of stole a line from Seinfeld and said “everything and nothing.”  One thing I’ve loved so much about social media is that viewer interaction has become much more of a two-way conversation, so this is just one more way to keep that conversation going.

In just a few months, I will mark 12 years in the Orlando market.  Having lived here for more than a decade, I’ve had some semblance of this conversation dozens of times.

Viewer: “You go on air at 5?  I can’t imagine being at work at 5 in the morning.”

Me:  “That’s just what time the show starts.  I go in around 3:30.”

Viewer:  “Why?  Don’t you have someone to do everything for you?”

Why, yes, I do have someone to do everything for me and that person is me.  So often people ask what we do that takes us a few hours to get ready to go on air.  I actually have my weekend morning routine planned to the minute, starting with my alarm going off at 2:45.  Do I get up at 2:45?  Rarely, but it’s a nice goal.

My first order of business when I arrive at work is to let producer Kevin know I made it safely (hey, driving around in the middle of the night can be dangerous!) then I crank my “making my forecast" music.  The studio crew can always tell if I’m in the weather office by the sweet sounds of Britney, Rihanna and Beyonce flowing into the studio.

I typically take about 30-40 minutes creating my forecast by looking through model data, satellite/radar imagery, surface maps and current conditions.  After that, I build my graphics and stack them in my show.

My goal is to always be in the makeup room 45 minutes before the show.  It doesn’t actually take 45 minutes to transform in “Camera Ready Julie,” but when you build in chat time with my co-anchor, Kala Rama, things can take a little longer.  That’s also the time when we discuss different segments in the show and catch up a bit before going on air.

We often leave a path of destruction that looks a lot like this:

green room
On days I’m not doing the weather, you’ll find me in field reporting on everything from weather trends, gardening, monster trucks and cat fashion.  Yes, I said cat fashion.

I’d love to hear your thoughts on what you’d like to see hear.  After all, everything and nothing is a lot to cover!