Hair today, Gone tomorrow!

It has taken me a long time to grow my balls for this, but I am cutting my hair off tomorrow! And I am not showing you any pictures of what I want because I don’t need you to tell me not to do it.  I just need you to tell me it looks good when it’s done; even if it doesn’t, Jillian. 

Jillian asked me on our way in to work after another awesome carpool session, “If I don’t like your hair when you cut it, do you want me to tell you?”  Oh you mean after I hack off inches and inches from my head should you tell me it looks horrible? What am I supposed to do if you don’t like it?  Goodness gracious…lie to me, baby!

Every time I get ready to make a big hair change I get so nervous and really start loving my current style.  Suddenly it lies just right and the color is perfect and I have so many options for styles.  All of a sudden I am in love with what I already have.  But isn’t that the way it goes with a lot of things?  When you know you are about to lose something you start really appreciating it, scared to let go, sad to say goodbye. 

One Day

They say “don’t judge a book by its cover” but we all do, right?  And I would actually kind of like to think, as somewhat of a designer, that the book cover really, really matters.  When I was on the subway in New York I spotted a girl reading the book One Day by David Nicholls.  I was staring at the book wondering what it was about, swore I would make a mental note to look it up on Amazon later, got off at my stop and immediately forgot the name of the book.

My Weekend: Pals and Pedicures

I had such a lovely weekend.  Saturday I took my Grandma to visit Micah Man, my adorable giant nephew.  He is crawling now!  And he is playing more and reacting and giggling, it is so much fun.  I absolutely love being an aunt; I suggest everyone try it out sometime.  My sister Kristen made a delicious lunch for us, we chatted and gossiped, and I spent many silent minutes in the car with my grandma who braced herself every time I made a lane switch. 

Nothing is Wasted

My mom recently passed a book on to me that a coworker gave her during a big transition in her career, it is called What I Wish For You: Simple Wisdom For a Happy Life by Patti Digh.  Originally seeking advice for her daughter upon high school graduation, Patti turned to readers of her blog asking them to send in anything that would help.  What she received was a vast collection of warming and inspiring stories, short notes, and art with advice for people going through, well…life.   This book is much more than guidance for a teenager entering the real world; in fact it is probably better appreciated by adults who know these lessons to be true. 

This is one of the entries that I read this weekend and enjoyed so much I wanted to share… 

Top 5 Blogs I Love

A good chunk of my day is dedicated to checking in to some of my favorite blogs.  I would like to share those blogs with you so when you are sitting at your desk at work trying to look busy you have something interesting to look at (:

If I Can Make It Here I Can Make It Anywhere.

I realize that it may be tempting to take this announcement with a grain of salt, completely my fault since my future plans have been a bit reminiscent of The Boy Who Cried Wolf, but I am moving to New York!

Really. Seriously.  I am.

Blurbles! 7-29

1.Dads are funny.  Especially when they are in a healthcare setting with their child.  Especially when you ask them their child’s date of birth.  I love asking that, and I love seeing them get uncomfortable when they can’t remember.  It’s causes secret giggles inside.  Dads can be so awkward and clueless. Thank God for women and moms. 

Blurbles! 7-27

BLURBLES are some of my random thoughts.  Not thought out enough to really write about, but nonetheless worthy of a mention. 

1. I used to really love JLO…Jenny from the Block, Bennifer.  I was all over that.  Then she disappeared for a while which was fine, had her little babies, and then tried to put out an album that no one cared about.  Then BAM! American Idol comes along and everyone loves her again.  This annoys me.  Probably because American Idol really annoys me and I think it’s pathetic that it made her relevant again.  But regardless of my feelings about the show it is undeniable that it completely brought her back into the spotlight.  Now all of a sudden her album, which no one would invest in before, is released and becomes a hit. This did not make me love her again.  I cannot listen to that piece of shit song and I prefer Jennifer Lopez’s Ass on the movie screen not in music videos. But her divorcing Mark Anthony?  That did it.  I love her again.  JLo is back y’all!  That guy is such a creepy little skeezball, always has been.  I don’t know what she saw in him in the first place, but who am I to talk?  I’ve had my fair share of skeezballs.  It’s just great to see her confident and happy.  Sometimes I can’t wait to be older, to be in my 30’s and have my shit together and have that confidence.  Look at her confidence, look how beautiful it makes her.  I want that.  Except she is actually 42 and I don’t want that.

Jealousy Schmealousy

Jealousy.  Boo.  We all hate it, yeah?  No one likes to feel jealous and no one likes to have a jealous significant other.  Regrettably, I have been given the jealousy gene.  I believe that too.  I believe it is just in some people, like a mean little twin that never developed and is now only a bump in your back with teeth and everything.  Of course, jealousy is a byproduct of insecurity, but I think it can also be caused by a crazy vivid imagination, not unlike my own.  I have a real talent for imagining the worst possible scenarios.  I should probably write horror movies or really sad, depressing indie films. I have always had this dark imagination gnawing at me, and not just with boys, with everything.  That is how I managed to stay out of trouble as a kid and teen.  I would think of the worst possible consequences and was sure that they would happen to me if I tested it. 

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