Style and trends and not my forte. Not by a long shot; I’ve always been a t-shirt and jeans kinda gal. Can’t help it, I wasn’t raised by fashion conscious people, I lived in the sticks and now? I just suck.
There. I said it. I suck.
I will never be Stacey London. (Stacey. I love you. CALL ME! I could desperately use your advice. Yes, you can bring Clinton along…)
I’ve been trying, slowly to become a little more daring with my hairstyle (I figured I’d start there) since I typically wear my hair up in a messy bun. (Typically? Read: ALWAYS) and threw in some highlights, then lowlights, then chunky lights. I cut off seven inches and now? Now I am thinking a medium length angled bob with…
*deep breath*
…
*exhale*
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BANGS.
I haven’t had bangs since I was eight years old. I remember how painful it was growing them out then, but hell, I was EIGHT. What the hell did I know about cute clips, headbands and whatever.
(Ya, still don’t know. But I can learn!)
I’ve slowly been working towards this. I went from all one length, to fringe, then side swept bangs… now I figure it’s time to go all out.
Bangs.
Wow.
My last cut I went for this Jessica Simpson-like shoulder length cut (removing seven inches of hair!!!)
I really liked it, but it just wasn’t styled like this (ever) and looked cute, but child-like cute.
I’m thinking maybe the same blunt cut at the bottom, but Reese-like bangs??
My natural colour is an ash blonde, which is not so favourable since it just looks greasy and washed out. (which it’s not really because I do occasionally shower.) It’s not the bright, white/ash blonde it was as a child. Seriously, I wish I had photos… it was like this:
(I was cuter though, sorry kid. It’s true)
Now? Not so much…. so I’m going darker - about a shade darker than my natural colour and with chunky blonde highlights randomly throughout.
I can invision it, I just pray it works. I know, it’s just hair and it’ll grow back (but! Not before Friday when I leave for the BlogHer ReachOut Tour in Boston. *wOOt*)
(But more to come on that later.)
My appointment’s on Monday morning and I’m still unsettled on whether or not I go with bangs.
*sigh*
Then? After? Shop.
(Maybe something coordinating for baby and me?)
I desperately need pants since the only jeans that fit at maternity and I’m nearly FIVE FUCKIN’ MONTHS postpartum. I have no idea where to start because, like I said: I HAVE NO FASHION SENSE.
Are flares still in?
Do I have to succumb to the ’skinny jeans’?
What about boot cuts? Does that mean I need some heels?
Mah brainz r swirling with the ideaz.
Maybe I’ll just wear my pink crocs.
Sitting at the dinner table sometimes I forget that my child is there. How could I forget you’re wondering, well… I guess I don’t. My mouth does.
Mike: *some derogatory comment.*
Me: Suck it.
Carter: Suck what mommy?
Me: Oh nothing Carter.
Mike: Tell Mommy to Suck it.
Carter: Suck It mommy.
Me: You tell Daddy to Suck it.
Me: Hey Carter? Suck it.
Mike: Carter tell Mommy to blow a goat.
Carter: Mommy, Daddy said blow a goat.
Me: Carter, you blow a goat.
Carter: No, I blow goat when I get bigger
:::
Mike: Carter, go get naked. It’s time for a bath.
Carter: NO!
Mike: I said get undressed.
Carter: Daddy, Suck It!
Carter: Mommy, I told Daddy to Suck It!
Oh, you want us to babysit? Sure. No problem.
I hate my smile.
As long as I can remember it’s been somewhat of an embarrassment and source of awkard uncomfortableness for me. Though I dislike its gummy appearance I don’t let it hold me back from smiling and being myself, but I do always thinks about it when I smile or laugh. No one really understands how much it bothers me. I’m always told that it’s not a big deal, hardly noticeable, or fine.
I am truly not a vain person; I mean, I don’t think I am. I would like to look good and be satisfied with my appearance. I would put out money if it meant that it would help alleviate some of my self conciousness. I say help because self concisousness cannot be reclaimed by surgery or cosmetic procedures, I know that. I know that it will / would / could be one thing after another that I make me unhappy about my appearance. Trust me. this is not the only thing that I would change.
Is that vain? Sounds vain.
Regardless, a smile is something that I find very important, it’s kinda like a window into one’s personality. I want mine to reflect more me. I’ve had a lot of money put into my mouth over the years -with braces and my wisdom teeth removed - and yet I still feel that it hasn’t quite gotten to the point where I am comfortable.
I went to see a periodontist today about gum recontouring. I’ve been thinking and talking about it for a long time. It’s expensive; not like here’s-my-baby expensive, but enough that I have to consult insurance (and my husband) before setting the appointment.
[Side note: something I found out today - braces can prevent your teeth from fully growing in length. Weird! But that's the case with mine. There is still 2mm of tooth above my gum line which he would expose.]
Now I’m wishing that I had investigated it sooner and I could have done it while I was working (since we had more income then). I’m impatient like that - I want it now!
I’ve made up my mind now that I’ve met with the doctor and discussed the advantages and disadvantages of the procedure. I’ve come to the realization that it’s something that I need to do, for me.
So, now I scrimp and save for that eleventy million dollar smile.
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Being a Rookie (Mom) Challenge for this week has been extended for another week. I realize it’s new and maybe a little complicated, but I’m working with some talented girls to make it into something really awesome - and EASY! to participate! Bear with me, okay?
- (I totally suck at this LOLcat speak. Tell me. What is the secret?)
- This week has been a whirl wind of work combined with stepping outside my proverbial box which has left me completely exhausted: both mentally and physically.
- There’s another weekly Rookie Mom challenge going on with a PRIZE - AND! You don’t have to be a rookie or a mom to play along! (Please play along! I’ve got loads of free shit to giveaway, plus I don’t want the Rookie Moms to think I’m a looser.
Oh hai! Can U Haz Code?
Better?
- Stepping outside my proverbial box? I took the boys out Tuesday AND Thursday. The significance of Tuesday and Thursday? Carter is home from daycare all day. So we went a better part of both days out.
- We drove around a strange town, forgot to bring money which required many stops and trying to find a bank. We got in and out of our car without incident and no one got hurt - or even cried!
- Thursday we spent the day with my brother and might-as-well-be-my-sister-in-law, taking Carter swimming at their complex. Great day with only minor break downs.
- Finally feel like I’m getting my shit together. It’s funny how a shitty week can really make one second guess their abilities as a parent. Or is that just me?
- I’m thinking about joining them and getting a gym membership or joining The Running Room (or both?). I need to get rid of this damn baby weight (yes, that’s what I call it. F-off.)
- And! The winner of the Summer Lovin’ giveaway where you get an HP photo printer? CONGRATULATIONS C.F.!! Send me your info and I’ll get your printer off to you!
And now, for the grande (I have been transformed to a Starbucks lover - I’ll tell you about that another day) finale - gratuitous kiddie photos (SOOC: straight out of camera)
