No, that’s not a rat.
The other day on the question post (which I am slowly working on answers to), my friend Jodie asked “ In a post on a message board you and I are both on, you mentioned wanting to knit something and having your hair cut like the person in the picture…Why? You have such pretty hair.
Oh and being a donut fan, curious what is your favorite donut?”
Don’t you all wish YOU knew Jodie? She’s one of the local women who I’ve really come to think of as friends, and not only because she is generous with compliments (and donuts). The picture she is referring to is this one, and while the final haircut is a bit different, I think if I could stand in shoes that rocking, I would be allllmost as cute. Which isn’t something I’ve felt in a while.
I don’t like to complain about my body, because I know it is ridiculous - Oh noes, poor me, no longer in the single digit pants sizes, I’s sooo fat. I kind of want to smack myself for being so obsessed about my body lately, so I’ve tried to spare you all the whining, and the inevitable compulsion to smack me too. I’m just.. not happy with my body. My flub, my skin, my smell (for reals), my teeth. My hair. This is the longest my hair had been since before I was in high school, and while it was not horrid when I had time to put some effort into it, more often than not I would just put it up in a lazy bun and forget about it until it fell out, or Alice ripped it out. There was just so much of it that straightening it took 30+ minutes and wearing it curly meant a full shower and 65 different hair products. It was just too.much.work.
So? Bye bye hair.
And I love it. I feel lighter, which I technically am. My pants still don’t fit, but hey, I weigh less! Heh. I’m sure in a week I will be looking for the next ‘quick change’ (maybe fix this toast hair color) but for now, I feel pretty, for the first time in a while.
Oh, and maple bars. And scones. And bear claws. And glazed with sprinkles. And cinnamon twists. Mmmmmmmm.
Spontaneous purchase of the week:
New glasses. Okay, just new frames, since my prescription changes to much when I am pregnant, but come January I’m rockin’ the new glasses.
Tom had to stop and pick up some new contacts, and I never pass up an opportunity to look in mirrors, so I went in with him. Within two minutes I had picked these out and asked if we could buy them. Lucky me they were already discounted (discontinued style) AND the shop was having a 50% off frames sale, so they were ridiculously cheap (for glasses frames).
And since I also never pass up an opportunity to take stupid pictures of myself and post them on the internet:
A short (and incomplete) history of my glasses.
First, it cracks me up that this picture has been viewed on Flickr 4X as often as the ones uploaded at the same time. I can only imagine the “WTF is that?” expression on your faces when you clicked on it. So yes, that is my family circa 1996ish, in Bartlesville Oklahoma. I am the only one you can snark here, since it IS my glasses we are supposed to be laughing at, people, not our awesome western themed shirts. Besides, my mom is freaking beautiful and I am angry I did not get her chin.
Annyways, check out these glasses.
Gah, it is hard to look at pictures of yourself as a preteen. I am 12 or 13 here, and finally convinced my dad that not being able to see the TV from 3 feet away IS a problem. No one in my family had glasses until they were old, so my dad assumed I was just lazy and was not opening my eyes wide enough or something. So these were the first glasses, which I wore for much too long, and then just gave up wearing them at all when they stopped working. Imagine our surprise that you had to go get new glasses every few years. Stupid eyes.
More after the jump…
