I've decided that the blog needs some vamping. And more specifically a new name. Since I love you all so much, I made a poll in the right hand column. Yes, it's pretty cool. If you'd like to help me in this endeavor, please cast your vote, cause there are only 24 more days of polling.
And, plus, I'll love you forever! :)
Monday, September 26, 2011
After a long day of school and work, I'm now trying to regurgitate a two page essay for my marriage and family class. Yeah....right. This is the first time I've had free time all day and all I want is to chill out and listen to some good ole she & him, so here we are folks!
Isn't the Female psyche a strange thing?
Friday, September 16, 2011
I've had my share of bad bang experiences: The mullet bang, micro mini bang, the 80s bang, you name it, I've had it.
Sometimes I just want my bangs to not attack my eyeballs.
Is that too hard to ask for?
On Tuesday I got frustrated debating whether I should wait for my next trip down to Centerville to have them cut or get them cut now. Unfortunately, on Tuesday, I wanted instant gratification-so I marched myself-okay drove myself down to great clips.
Mistake # 1
I asked if I could get a bang trim and the lady grudgingly escorted me to the hair dresser. I highly doubt that she was qualified to be given that title, but, whatever. The point is that she had a dome head the size of Texas.
|She just looks like she's up to no good.|
Anyways, so I cautiously sat in the chair and explained to her ever so carefully what I wanted. Exhibit A:
|I wish I was her.|
She started snipping away and away and away. I tearfully told her to stop. They were micro mini bangs now. Like a micro mini skirt with an uneven hem, but bangs. So short and so sad. I left that institution feeling remorse.
|I look like I have a lazy eye.|
My friend Josh even made fun of them.
I think i'll be resorting to headbands for a few weeks. Needless to say, I've learned my lesson.
Thursday, September 15, 2011
So, I'm starting something new on here to maybe give this sad little blog a little more structure.
I often find myself wishing my life was more exciting, or that I had this or that, but today I want to change the way I've been thinking for the past few months. In an effort to do complete this task; I'm going to start a gratitude journal. Hopefully, it won't be too boring for y'all.
Not gonna lie, today I wasn't in the happiest place.
This morning I woke up to my alarm screaming at me that it was 6:30.
6:30 always comes too soon.
My first thought was to shut my eyes and push the snooze, but instead I pulled my legs out of my bed and knelt down to say a prayer. I asked for my legs to work, and my lungs to not collapse when the time came for me to take on Old Main. Among other things.
Ladies and Gentlemen: God answered my prayer.
I'm truly grateful for the power of prayer and for the comfort it brings me when my heart is troubled, or when I'm down and lonely.
We aren't alone. Ever.
Today I felt my Savior's love for me. And for that, I am deeply grateful.
Tuesday, September 6, 2011
I'm currently watching this in the library as we speak.
and I think the people walking past might think I'm crazy, but I don't care.
They can't hear the beautiful sounds coming out of my headphones.
Monday, September 5, 2011
Sometimes Sam gets in four wheeling accidents,
and sometimes I come home unexpectedly.
Sometimes we party in the hospital room with root beer,
and sometimes I miss my besties.
Okay, forget sometimes...always.
Happy Labor Day to you all.