Showing posts with label hair. Show all posts
Showing posts with label hair. Show all posts

Wednesday, August 29, 2012

Lately...


1. My blondies seem to be getting bigger and cuter at an alarmingly fast rate.
They also seem to look more alike every passing day. 2 Peas in a pod.


  2. Husband has started working standing up. I remember getting my first
job as a cashier and how hard it was to get used to standing all day
so I'm impressed he's done so well with it. 
Not so crazy about the creative desk set up (an old door screwed to the wall.) But oh well.


3. I visited a chiropractor for the first time ever. It was scary.


4. But it wasn't that bad. (As bad as the popping and cracking sounds, it doesn't hurt! Yay!)
I also got to meet my skull and neck bones for the first time. (Hi bones.)
Turns out they're pretty wonky and are the reason I've been having so much upper back/neck pain.
So I'm going to be seeing the chiropractor quite a bit in the next month.
(Good thing he's super nice.)


5. Poor Django had to get a ton of shots this week, because due to a lot traveling
scheduled next month, he's going to be spending most of September at (a VERY nice) kennel.
He was very brave at the vet.
(He's kind of in love with all the nurses at the office.)
Olive thought he deserved a sticker, but Django was ok with just getting boring dog treats.


7. I am still mourning the stupid loss of my hair and have yet 
to find a way to love the new look.
Anyone have any suggestions for prettifying a boring, ugly bob cut?
:(



Sunday, August 26, 2012

Oh You Know, It's Just the End of the World...


I am so impulsive with my hair, and this impulsiveness inevitably leads to a lot of tears and heartbreak.

I've been having major, horrible post-partum hair loss and it had really started to worry me, so I decided to go get it trimmed up so the thinning wasn't as noticeable.

And I walked out of the salon missing about 5" of hair that had taken literally forever to grow out.

Today I pretty much loathe my impulsive self and am ashamed to be so closely acquainted with her. She is such an idiot, that impulsive self. I want to give her a swirlie and pin a "kick me" sign on her behind to teach her a lesson.

Sigh.

So now, I just need to figure out a way to rock this heinous new 'do in such a way that those around me think I actually like my hair this way.

And also make my husband swear an oath to never allow me to go to a hair salon again. No matter how baldy and split-endy and whiny I be.