I need to stop watching The Bachelor...I think I always did know I'd be angry watching it, which is why I never really did. I'd watch snippets here and there, and a couple times I watched to see who got picked. I just keep seeing flaws in this show. First of all I feel like the speed of things is ridiculous and I feel it's too much of a fairy tale world and not real world. I think anyone would *feel* in love going on all these exotic trips, shopping sprees, etc. It's so unrealistic and I don't know...phony? Pointless? Whatever it is, I'm hooked this season and I have such a bad feeling "my girl" is not getting picked. However, I think she's too good for brad anyway so I guess it would be a blessing, really :)
NOW, on to my rave, after my rant...I went to Trader Joe's earlier...I needed produce and some dinner ideas. I'm in a bit of a rut and knew their awesome veggies and unusual sauces, fresh organic meat, etc would inspire me...and it did. I got 10 dinners, 2 weeks of lunch items for Aaron...healthy AND delicious, treats, etc...a CART full...for $170. Milk is cheaper here, they had little vegan slider buns, and fresh lamb, fabulous, pretty stew meat, organic chicken is 4 bucks cheaper than my grocery store and SEVEN dollars cheaper than Whole Foods. I just feel good having quick snack/lunch options that are healthy...also had to pick up frozen mango and some wasabi peas...best things ever :) OH and it's only place I can find the best spicy black bean salsa with NO salt!
OK - now my crazy list making self has to go and plan my day tomorrow, I'm doing bills and errands for my parents AND my brother and it's overwhelming and a little confusing :) LOVED the 4 day weekend though and so excited for Aaron's month off starting Friday!
Adios y'all.
Monday, February 21, 2011
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
It Seemed Like A Good Idea At The Time...
OK ladies, (and maybe some gentlemen) by show of hands...how many of you have gotten bored with your hair, bored in general or felt inspired and picked up scissors? How many of you almost instantly regretted it? I'd be willing to bet a good chunk of money that the number of "doing" and "regretting" is exactly even. We have ALL done it. Some of us even feel brave and go the color route. I have a story about going blonde and actually ending up with polka-dots on one part but we're discussing cuts so that story has to wait.
Monday night...Valentine's Day, I was laying on the couch, skimming emails when I remembered I needed to schedule a haircut. I also remembered the last chick who cut my hair and refused me bangs when I requested them. "OH no! I never cut bangs on clients who aren't already sporting them. You just don't know if it looks good until it's too late." I told her I've had bangs tons of times and I really just wanted long ones to give more styling options. Still, I was denied. That very rarely sits well with me. I remembered this exchange as I laid on the couch and decided, I will cut myself my OWN bangs. Oh yes, I would so show her. I consulted YouTube for tutorials and learned not to do it wet, snip in small sections vertically. Also saw something about "don't do it at home"...blah blah.
Feeling empowered I went into my bathroom with the haircutting shears and had a flashback of cutting my little sister's bangs when we were about 12 and seven, not to dwell in the past I'll just briefly say she had to spike her bangs for weeks. I parted, clipped, checked and double checked the section for evenness, etc. Then I took a deep breath, and grabbed a large section and clipped it about an inch above my chin. I immediately remembered I hated bangs. With some cleaning up, measuring, checking length and so on, I realized how hard it is to cut bangs with hair in your eyes. I went way too close to my ear on the right side and froze. I refuse to really look too closely at it because I'm pretty sure it looks like the beginnings of a fabulous mullet.
I had an appointment to have it fixed this morning but, her daughter is sick so I'm first appointment on Wednesday morning. I swear I heard her roll her eyes when I confessed my indiscretion.
I am damn sure not posting a before but, y'all will get the "after."
I'm sharing this story per request of my sweet friend Paula. Moral of this story is...we didn't go to Beauty School for a reason.
Monday night...Valentine's Day, I was laying on the couch, skimming emails when I remembered I needed to schedule a haircut. I also remembered the last chick who cut my hair and refused me bangs when I requested them. "OH no! I never cut bangs on clients who aren't already sporting them. You just don't know if it looks good until it's too late." I told her I've had bangs tons of times and I really just wanted long ones to give more styling options. Still, I was denied. That very rarely sits well with me. I remembered this exchange as I laid on the couch and decided, I will cut myself my OWN bangs. Oh yes, I would so show her. I consulted YouTube for tutorials and learned not to do it wet, snip in small sections vertically. Also saw something about "don't do it at home"...blah blah.
Feeling empowered I went into my bathroom with the haircutting shears and had a flashback of cutting my little sister's bangs when we were about 12 and seven, not to dwell in the past I'll just briefly say she had to spike her bangs for weeks. I parted, clipped, checked and double checked the section for evenness, etc. Then I took a deep breath, and grabbed a large section and clipped it about an inch above my chin. I immediately remembered I hated bangs. With some cleaning up, measuring, checking length and so on, I realized how hard it is to cut bangs with hair in your eyes. I went way too close to my ear on the right side and froze. I refuse to really look too closely at it because I'm pretty sure it looks like the beginnings of a fabulous mullet.
I had an appointment to have it fixed this morning but, her daughter is sick so I'm first appointment on Wednesday morning. I swear I heard her roll her eyes when I confessed my indiscretion.
I am damn sure not posting a before but, y'all will get the "after."
I'm sharing this story per request of my sweet friend Paula. Moral of this story is...we didn't go to Beauty School for a reason.
Tuesday, February 8, 2011
National Heather Day
National Heather Day is what I call my birthday...I think it's cute, funny and shows that our birthday should be a big deal and we SHOULD be celebrated. It actually annoys some people that I call it that, and THAT amuses me to no end. They must not have awesome birthdays and are bitter :P
Today started with chocolate chip pancakes for the boys and Red Velvet Cupcakes for the Birthday Girl :) Yesterday we went to Squeeze In for my bday breakfast, Nick and Aaron gave me their cards and presents this AM as well ( Candles, Starbucks and AMC giftcards, etc) Aaron's card came w/ a "#1 Mom" button..cute. Also received today were Borders, Amazon.com and Barnes & Noble giftcards, SUPER pretty flowers from my boy BFF in Georgia, Chris. My sister sent me an A-mazing gift box from http://www.lushusa.com/shop/ . I'm obsessed and already bought refills and a few extra things ;) Also got a free birthday gift from Sephora...Philosphy's birthday body wash. See why I love birthdays?!
Since Nick was off tonight I asked him to make his world-famous ribs for dinner...YUM. Better than ANY restaurant, no joke.
Mainly I just love the family time and new photo ops :)
Between Aaron, my Mom, Nick and I we have 4 birthdays in 6 weeks :) (December 25-Feb 8).
And I don't just love MY National Day...I love y'all's too:)
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