break up's are never easy

I called today to make my appointment to chop off my hair. Earlier JW told me our hair place closed down or something and the hair stylists went to a new place. Well apparently they split up and went to different places. So I call the place where my gal, Becki, works and made an appointment. Last minute I asked how much a haircut costs there and it was $34!!!!!!!! Are you kidding me. No way in hells bells am I paying $34 for a haircut. Guess who will be cancelling that appointment. ME. Guess who is out a hairstylist. ME. Guess who is super bummed about losing Becki since she is awesome and gets my hair right every time. ME. Who got broke up with their stylist by some lady who answers the phone and called me hun and sweetie every other word. ME. Guess who has a husband who is incredibly happy that I don't have a stylist now. ME. Guess who just wants their hair chopped off. ME ME ME.

cut throat

I got to thinking about all the people on my Facebook people that I have as "friends". Just way too many people. They can all get into my account and look at my business and I don't even know who the devil they are. So I just spent a much wasted hour deleting people. 220 people to be exact. I could have been doing something much more productive but this was one of those things on the list... the very bottom of the list. Once I got started, I couldn't finish. So yay! That is done. Check!

And if you can still access my account, you made it :) If not... sorry about that.

makeover

I think I've given Max enough time with this long hair business. I much prefer it short and therefore am going to chop it off in the next month or so once I get my highlights done(much to Max's dismay). I'm thinking of this haircut. Nice and simple. Easy to maintain with Mr. Dexter dictating my "get ready" time. Do we think I could pull this off?

Syttende Mai

Syttende Mai is the "big thing" in our little town, or I should say my old little town. Saturday we took Dexter down to see his first parade! Of course it was freaking freezing but we rarely miss it as adults so we wouldn't miss it the first year we have a child.

Here is Max carrying Dex down to Main Street where we had set the chairs up earlier.

Me and my bundle of joy freezing our arses off waiting for the parade to start.

Dexter really liked the parade but he REALLY liked the little Zor cars that the old men drive around in circles. He flapped his arms and was making all sorts of noises when they came around. He here is mesmerized by them :) Lol, SO CUTE!

My little family :)

Isn’t it funny how songs can transport you somewhere? I’ll hear something and it will totally bring me back somewhere else. The reason I think of this was I had a song in my head this morning.

Coldplay’s early albums bring me back to when I was living in Hudson in the apartments on Aspen. I was always cleaning the apartment with the screen door open with the music turned up so loud.

Ben Lee’s album reminds me completely of Jake and Jummy’s wedding when I was driving around all over the place getting stuff for the girls and waiting for the bridal party to arrive at the reception.

3 Days Grace makes me so mad when I listen to it. It reminds me of when Max was being a douche when we broke up. Same with that Stained song. Can’t remember the name of it now.

Michelle Branch’s “Everywhere to Me” reminds me of driving down to the Eau Galle beach the summer the McDonald’s gang did everything and I mean EVERYTHING together.

I just thought I’d throw this out there. Does anyone else have songs/albums that do this for them as well? My personal time machine music is…

dreams and the subconscious

I don’t think that you can control what is in your dreams. I really don’t. Some people do but that is not me. That being said, I had one heck of a dream last night. I’m not going to go explaining it because this one hit a close to home but I can’t shake the mood its left me in today. The dream itself was normal in that it was very unrealistic (at one point the car had run out of room for people to sit so another random and I popped the hood and held on for dear life. Don’t worry, the driver said he wouldn’t go over 60) but the emotional part of this dream, that is what has my mood all wacky. It brought up stuff I haven’t thought about in a long time. And I can’t stop thinking about it. All day so far. I was hoping that it would wear off but it hasn’t.

The subconscious is a weird and mysterious thing.

Bringing Sexy Back

Yesterday, as I was getting myself ready to go to a wedding reception I realized that I hadn't washed my hair in 2 1/2 days, hadn't shaved my legs in a week, I was wearing really unflattering comfy clothes, I was out of underwear so I was wearing my big huge "I'm 9 months pregnant" underwear that sags down to my knees and (Max's personal favorite), I hadn't shaved my armpits in 3 days.

Victoria's Secret called yesterday looking for their new angel. Right here baby, right here. On that front page with Adrina Lima and GISELLE (whom I really just don't like) is me, with my saggy pregnant underwear that all men are obviously attracted to. Bringing sexy back.