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What a dramatic title, but I love that Blink 182 song “I Miss You” (oh, why did you go away and get so poppy?).  But it’s true.  I really do miss T.  We see each other everyday, but we hardly interact.  He comes home from work late and is exhausted from working a 12-hour day, then he either works some more or stays up to study.  This means I am banished to the living room or upstairs so I don’t distract him.  😦

It’s so hard to be around someone that you can’t interact with.  Right now he’s working about 10 minutes from my office, and I want us to go meet up for lunch since he doesn’t have time to hang out at night.  But he never can because he’s so busy.  He’s basically in charge of the audits of 2 separate clients (I’ll spare you the boring background), and he has to juggle the work of both of them.  And it sucks.  I feel like he’s on the verge of a nervous breakdown between studying and working.  The sad thing is, there’s nothing I can do to help him. 

I miss the days of us lounging around and watching TV or just snuggling.  Now, we never go to bed at the same time (I have to get around 8 hours to function the next day and he can work off 4) because he’s always working on something (there goes your sex life).  I get bored just hanging around the house, so I go out with friends.  Then I feel guilty for having fun while he’s going stir-crazy working.

It’s just sad that work takes up so much of our lives, keeping us from the people we love so dearly.  I wish America would adopt the European outlook on working and be more laid back.  Here I feel like all we (companies mainly) strive to do is work, work, work.  Few companies give a lot of time off because they feel this need to constantly earn money.  Newsflash:  The world doesn’t stop for giving us 1 more vacation day.  I just hate this feeling that I am forced to spend 40 hours of every week working like a maniac (poor T does so much more).  And for what?  To be able to live (ok) and one day retire and do all the things I couldn’t afford/didn’t have time for in my 20s.  Oh joy!

At least this job is better than my last.  One of these days I tell you all about that.  It was so crazy you’re going to think I’m making it up!  I wish!  I guess I better get back to the grind…


I know money can’t buy happiness, but it would sure as hell help! 

As January is coming to an end, I’m starting to realize the insane amount of money that I am about to spend in 2008.  To start things off with a bang, I am getting my wisdom teeth out on February 29th (why in the hell do we have teeth that we don’t need that eventually get ripped out??).  Of course my dental insurance doesn’t cover the extraction of impacted wisdom teeth, so I have to bill it through my medical insurance.  Thank God that my medical has a clause for extraction of impacted teeth because I would have to drop close to $2,000 out of pocket to get those suckers out.  But (there’s always a but) since my company is pretty small, we don’t have the most awesome benefits.  In order to get the teeth removal covered, I have to pay my $1,000 deductible out of pocket before the insurance will get the rest.  Why don’t you wait until after you are married and switch to T’s insurance, you ask?  Well, one of those fuckers is already trying to work its way out, and I don’t want it ruining my teeth before the wedding.  So yeah, that really sucks.  There goes a big chunk out of my savings that I would much rather use for our honeymoon or wedding rings, or hell to fix my leaking bathroom (you’ll learn more about that in a second).

The other morning I was downstairs getting my jeans out of the laundry room (who am I kidding, it’s a closet) and heard this strange sound.  I thought it was my fat cat Zoey eating or drinking water, so I looked down.  Nope, not the cat.  I heard it again and looked up.  Water was dripping out of the ceiling in the laundry room.  I grabbed a cup and told T to stop the shower (thank God it was a really short one).  We’d been having this little water spot that was slowly spreading on the ceiling, so my dad had come out and re-caulked parts of the tub thinking it would fix it.  Guess not.  He came by on Sunday and replaced the faucet and everything seemed to be better.  But on Monday I noticed that there was more water in the cup.  So, maybe it’s not working.  This means my dad will probably have to come and rip out the ceiling and/or parts of the bathroom, forcing us to renovate the bathroom before the wedding (I bought this condo in 2006, and we fixed up everything but the bathrooms because we wanted to save up some more money before we started the next major project).  Fucking glorious.  Cha-ching $$$$$.

We also have the problem of paying for (affording) the honeymoon.  My parents are putting down a big chunk of the change for the wedding, and T’s parents are also helping with some parts of it.  That leaves paying for the rings and honeymoon up to me and T, which I have no problem with.  But we want to go to Greece for our honeymoon so afterwards we can jet to Germany for my Opa’s (grandfather in German) 80th birthday celebration, party with our German families since most of them won’t come to the wedding, and Oktoberfest (we promised everyone we’d come back again this year).  With the dollar being craptacular, this means the trip will probably cost at least $4,000-5,000 – oh joy!

Unfortunately being in the journalism/PR field, you don’t often make a ton of money (which completely sucks).  I love my job and don’t want to do anything else, but sometimes I imagine that I could make a lot more if I was in the business world.  I think out of all of my friends (most of whom are in the business field) I make the least.  Keep your fingers crossed – I’m hoping I will be up for a raise soon since I’ve been here almost a year. 

All I have to say is Yay for T being an accountant.  Their hours suck, but they make bank.  Sigh….       

I think my biggest problem in life is that I’m lazy.  LAZY.  I have every intention of doing stuff after work, but then I get home and hit the couch and it’s over.  I try to be more motivated.  I give myself pep-talks (come on Bing, cleaning your room isn’t that bad).  And still, the task does not get accomplished.  Every once in a while I’ll get a wild hare up my ass (what a weird saying) and dive head-first into the task I’ve put off, but that doesn’t happen too often.

Case in point 1:  My Bedroom (eeeek)

I have been talking about really cleaning mine and T’s room for months.  It’s gotten to the point that it’s ridiculous.  Clothes piles are everywhere along with suitcases that haven’t been used in months (you’d be surprised by how many suitcases we have), shoes are laying in front of the closet and not in it, T’s clothes are neatly folded into stacks in front of the closet while mine hang from the closet door frame.  What can I say??  We seriously suck at maintaining the upstairs.  The downstairs frequently gets straightened up, dusted and vacuumed, and our bedroom looks like a freaking tornado just blew in and threw up our crap everywhere.  I had planned to clean out my closet before the end of 2007 and donate old clothes to the Goodwill that’s 2 minutes from my house.  Do you want to know what I did?  I pulled some clothes out that I never wear and threw them into a pile that is still on the floor (what’s the rush now since I have till this December to get them to Goodwill?).

I keep trying to rationalize why I haven’t cleaned – I was too hungover, I had other more important plans, there is no cable upstairs and I can’t watch any good TV (I think this is the real reason).  So, now I’m going to try to change.  Since all of our favorite TV shows’ writers are striking and we are stuck with re-runs or some strange reality shows (even though I really want to see that Moment of Truth Show), I will  drag my lazy sloth-like self upstairs and clean while I watch mindless reality TV.  Wish me luck!

Case in point 2:  The Gym (gag)

I really am not a huge fan of going to the gym.  It smells, it’s always way too crowded, the big creepy muscle heads always stare you down, and people that weigh 98 pounds are working out like maniacs (seriously, go eat a hamburger and give the machines to the people who actually need to get in shape for their weddings-me).  I always want to go to a class, but I want someone to go with me.  It’s more fun with a friend (plus I like having someone there that might screw up as much as me so we can laugh about it), and it’s less intimidating to join a new class with someone you know.  Plus I’ve watched some of the classes at my gym, and they would totally kick my ass!  I’d be passed out on the floor, I’m sure. 

My new goal is to try and get up and go in the morning.  I really suck at going after work.  I get off at 6:00, then have to drive to the gym, change, and wait in line for a machine (hatred).  By the time I get home it’s after 8:00, and I still have to make dinner (yuck).  So I am going to try to be in bed by 10:30 at the latest so I can get up in the morning and go.  This morning, T had the alarm set for 6:00 a.m., and I didn’t even hear it.  I went to bed around 11:45 and totally slept through the gym alarm (yeah, I suck).  Now I HAVE to go after work because wedding body does not come from sitting on the couch (wouldn’t that be amazing if it did though?).   


     Don’t judge me because I’m lazy!  🙂

The weekend has come and gone (boo) and left in it’s wake a tired Bing.  It’s not that I did anything really crazy, but still I feel like I need a weekend to recover from my weekend. 

Friday night I went to my parents’ house for dinner and drinks with some friends.  One of their neighbors is working with a girl from Germany that is going to be here for 18 months, and she doesn’t really know too many people since she’s only been here 3 weeks.  So I went down to meet her.  She was really nice, and I’m sure we’ll be hanging out again soon.  She wants to improve her English, and I’m hoping I can practice my German when we hang out (it’s always fun to be able to talk about people when they can’t understand you).

Saturday I finally made it to the salon – woot!  I’m now freshly colored and trimmed (only the bangs since I’m trying to grow it out for the wedding – did you know your hair only grows about half an inch a month?)  I wasn’t able to use my regular stylist since I re-scheduled because of the snowy weather the weekend before (I trust myself driving in the snow but not the ATL wackos who can’t even drive in rain) so his wife did my hair.  This actually worked well since I was able to discuss wedding hair and make-up with her.  Check.  Another thing off my wedding “to do” list.  I’m pretty proud of how much I’m accomplishing, and we’ve only been engaged for 3 months.

After I was newly coiffed, I went to JD’s house and we watched season 2 of Friends since T was CPAing it at home.  It’s so funny how different they all look in the early years (especially Rachel’s boobs – they were a lot smaller in the beginning).  Later on, we went to another friend’s birthday party at The Mansion (a few years ago my friend responded to an add on Craig’s List for a house-sitter and is still living there rent-free, lucky chica), then we hit up the bars.  We ended up going to this dive called Park Bench (I am really not too found of that place.  It’s really quite a shit hole, and it’s super fratty (Southern fratty is a lot different than Northern fratty).  I was annoyed, but it was her birthday.  While we were there, we ran into another group of friends I knew from high school and that was cool.  By the end of the night I’d had a fair share of Bacardi and diets, so I was feeling no pain. 

I think we made it home around 3:00.  T had the right idea and made a snack then went to sleep, while JD and I thought it would be a good idea to continue drinking.  We bundled up and headed outside for 3 more hours of drinking, smoking and gossiping.  All of a sudden we realized it was 6:00 – woops.  We were scheduled to meet up with the rest of the bridesmaids around 1:00 on Sunday to go buy the dresses.  Let me tell you, being hungover in a bridal store with a million crazy brides and BMs is not fun.  But we finally made it through the experience and got the dresses, yay!  They are claret (deep red, it looks really pink in this picture) and black. 🙂   


Check.  More things of my list.  I think I only have a few large things left to worry about – flowers, cake (we’re thinking about doing cupcakes), booking the DJ, deciding on a honeymoon locale, actually picking items for the registry, and getting a marriage license.  Yay for me for being so organized and on the ball!   


What can I say, I love food.  Sometimes I feel my life revolves around what I will eat next.  When I  wake up in the morning, I’m thinking about breakfast.  As I eat my first meal of the day, I am already dreaming about lunch and dinner (I think I get that from my mom’s father who’s obsessed with eating and has to eat breakfast at 9, lunch at 12, coffee at 3, and dinner at 6. If he doesn’t eat at his set time, he starts to freak out). 

When I was younger, I used to have the metabolism of a maniac.  I could eat all day, every day and still be super skinny (imagine – 5’10 and 115 pounds).  It probably helped that I was a lot more active back then.  Who knew college and all that late night drinking and eating, then sitting at a desk for 8+ hours after graduation would catch up one day (sigh)?  

Even though I weigh more now than I ever have before, I’m not too upset about it.  For the most part I think I have a pretty good body, with the exception of my stomach area.  Being European, that’s where I carry my weight, so no matter how tiny I get, I probably will never have a super flat stomach (sucks, I know).  I do have a pretty big chest though, so I think that tends to take the focus off of my other imperfections (Thank Gold!).  I definitely want to get into better shape, tone up in general and work on my overall strength.  That would make me happy.

Since I am trying to lose a little weight and be healthier in general, I am trying to cook a lot more often.  For the most part, I cook at least 3 times during the week, but for a while I was slacking off.  It’s so stupid because I love to cook.  I know some of the stuff I make may not be super healthy, but hell it tastes amazing so I can live with that. 

Last week I made fish tacos, and they were awesome!  I found the recipe on, but I doctored it up.  It tells you to make a marinade that you soak the fish in for 8 hours, and seriously who has time for that in the morning.  I can’t even drag my ass out of bed to make it to work on time, so there is no way in hell I could make a fish marinade before I bounced out the door.  So I just took tilapia filets and seasoned them with the spices that were listed, rubbed on some Tabasco, and squeezed a little lime on them, broiled them for 10 minutes, and voila, fish that tastes awesome.  The sauce for the tacos is also really good.  I used light sour cream (one time I did a mix of sour cream and Miracle Whip, and that was tasty too), and wrapped the whole thing in a lo-cal tortilla, topped it with shredded cabbage and cheese.  It was so yummy and probably fairly healthy too.  🙂   

Another one of my favorite creations is my turkey burger.  I stole the ingredients from T’s dad’s hamburger recipe and changed it up a bit.  I use ground turkey breast (because the darker ground turkey is almost as fatty as beef) and mix in garlic paste, horseradish, Worcester sauce, onion powder, parsley, salt and pepper.  Then grill them (I made them in a pan last time, and they weren’t as good as they are off the grill) and top them with Havarti cheese.  So awesome!  If I eat bread with it, I put it on a deli style roll.  Top it off with deli mustard and ketchup, and you’re on your way to burger heaven!    

What are some of your favorite healthier recipes? 

Here’s a helpful weight loss tip:  If you are a sucker for fast food hamburgers (you know after a night of drinking you might cave and eat a Big Mac.  You can admit it; I won’t judge.) watch the movie Fast Food Nation.  It gives you a glimpse into the world of meat packing companies, and it’s not pretty but it might make you think twice about that Big Mac.  **sidenote:  if you plan to eat during the movie, don’t wait till the end to do it.**

Happy Weekend!  


Since T has been working until all hours of the night, I decided to hang out with my friend JD last night.  I met up with her after work, and we spent 20 minutes trying to think of something new to do.  Our favorite bar (that’s right between our neighborhoods) is closed for renovations so it makes it harder to meet for a random Wednesday night drink.  We finally decided on this sort of snazzy bar in Buckhead.  We got there, and it was dead.  We drank our beers and went across the street to this collegy-type place that was also dead.  JD asked me, where are all the people in their 20s-30s?  Do they not go out anymore?  Who the hell knows because they were no where to be found. 

In our boredom at the dead second bar, we came up with a brilliant idea (and let me tell you, we are full of them!).  We decided to start having Wednesday Night Bar Crawls.  Since we were only having a drink at each bar, it was perfect.  It would give us a chance to try out new places and JD a chance to meet some guys.  We finished our beers and headed to the third place, which was packed because of trivia.  We were having fun and broke our “only one drink per place rule” and stayed there for three.  Oops!! We ended up getting home much later than expected (11:30, we were shooting for 9:30) and poor JD was a little concerned because she had to be up at 6 today because she’s a teacher – eek!  I slept in till 8.   

Anyway, that was a bit of a tangent.  While we were out, we were discussing her trials and tribulations in the dating world.  I used to feel a little left out since T and I have been dating since we were 17 (we split up once for about 6 months, and I did not feel like dating at that time – I wanted to be single and have fun).  I’ve never experienced the awkward first dates and blind dates that the rest of my friends have.  But now that I’ve heard their stories and bad experiences, I’m so glad that I’ll never have to go through that!

I don’t understand why it’s so hard for them to find a decent guy to date.  My single friends are all attractive, smart, funny and intelligent women, and I feel like men should be beating down their doors for a date.  But that’s not really happening.  The ones they do end up going out with turn out to be duds or there is just no chemistry there.  I’m sure it doesn’t help that Atlanta’s girl to guy ratio is 6:1 (Hey hot guys, hear that?  Move here and date my awesome friends!)

I also wonder if their intelligence and the fact that they know what they want tends to scare guys away.  They are assertive and out-spoken, and I feel like a lot of Southern guys might not be able to handle that.  They are used to the sweet, sometimes ditzy, girls that don’t often speak up (that’s what really bothers me about living here sometimes) and don’t want someone who they feel will threaten their intelligence.  Whatever it is, it really sucks.  And I feel bad for saying this, but it makes me so happy that I’ve snagged T and don’t have to deal with that crap anymore.  🙂

Do any of you single girls (or your single friends) out there have this same problem? 


I am totally hitting a mid-week slump and don’t feel like doing anything.  I’ve been pretty busy at work and feel a little brain dead now.  So, I am stealing this favorites list from Pie so you can learn a little more about me.

Jeans:  Citizens of Humanity are amazing and worth every super expensive penny!  They are long enough for my ginormous legs and make me look like I have some junk in my trunk.  🙂

Lip gloss:  I’m not a big lip gloss user.  I love Chapstick (it’s a sick obsession), and since my lips are naturally red, I don’t need much gloss.  

Gum: Extra Peppermint is so yummy!

Shoes:  I don’t really have a favorite pair.  In the summer I love my super comfortable flops, and in the winter my knee-high boots.   

Food:  I love food and eating so much that I don’t know if I can pick a favorite one.  I love me some Mexican, German and Italian dishes.  I guess if I had to pick, pizza or anything chocolate would top my list.

Article of clothing:  My jeans.  I am a jeans girls all the way.  Plus, since I’m so tall I don’t get many other pants options that are long enough for me.  

Lotion:  I love love love Oil of Olay Complete moisturizers.  They have sun screen in them (one less thing for me to have to worry about) and keep my face happy.

Childhood memory:  Playing outside with my sister.  When we were kids, we could run around outside for hours in the summer heat and humidity.  We were so happy and carefree – I miss getting to act like that.  

Drink:  La Croix (it’s flavored seltzer water in a can, and it’s amazing!), Bacardi and diet coke with lemons, diet coke, wheat beer.  

Recent memory:  T proposing to me.  It was a total surprise, and I didn’t see it coming.  He cooked me a romantic dinner with candles and wine, then proposed with the most beautiful ring that he picked out all by himself.   

Place to shop:  Umm, don’t really have a favorite store.  I usually stick to places that make clothes that fit my tall ass.   

Way to spend time:  Vegging on the couch with T and watching movies, snuggling with my fur babies, girls’ night out (where an insane amount of wine is usually consumed), and sleeping in my awesome bed. 

City:  Atlanta because it’s the place where I’ve lived the longest, and it’s where I am starting my future with T.  NYC because there are a million and one things to do there, it’s awesome for people-watching, and I always have a great time when I’m there.  Paris because it’s so beautiful and romantic.  Oh Paris, je t’aime!   

Books:  I am sort of obsessed with Jodi Picoult books.  A lot of them are pretty sad but they stick with you forever.  The Pact and My Sister’s Keeper are damn good!  The House of Sand and Fog is awesome too (forgot who it’s by).

TV Shows:  Law & Order SVU, Grey’s Anatomy, Ugly Betty, American Gladiators (laugh all you want, it’s a childhood favorite), anything on FoodNetwork.

So, what are a few of your favorite things?

Isn’t it funny how when you meet someone new and first start dating, they can do nothing wrong?  You hold them on this pedestal, thinking they are perfect, expecting so much.  You tune out the outside world, and it seems like nothing else really matters because you always put them first.  You both are trying to constantly woo each other by going on dates or having special moments alone.  You could be in the worst mood ever and the sight of them brightens your day (that still happens).  Just being near them makes your troubles melt away.  There are no fights or mean remarks, and for the most part everything is perfect.

When T and I first started dating, life was like I described above.  We didn’t have a real fight for like a year and a half into our relationship.  We went on dates on a regular basis.  Flowers or poems written by T were little trinkets I got accustomed to seeing a few times a month. 

After 8 years, the sugary-sweet lining has dissolved into real life.  We both work full-time (he works ridiculous hours from January to April or May), have responsibilities that may not make the other one the top priority anymore, and the stress of everyday life feels like it’s taking a toll on our relationship.  Stress is something we have a lot of.  I’m working 40 hours a week, handling most of the household duties (remember last week’s post?), doing a majority of the wedding planning, trying to get in shape, and still trying to spend time with my girls.  He’s working crazy hours at the office, having to come home and work more, studying for the CPA (the strainer of relationships), and trying to maintain his sanity.

I just feel like it’s gotten so much harder to put time aside for us since we don’t have too much to spare.  Poor T is so stressed all the time and I’m constantly frustrated.  Any time I say something to him, he goes on the defensive or tells me how I don’t understand his situation.  I feel like every little thing starts a stupid argument that snowballs into a fight.  I lose my temper and yell (say horrible things that I really don’t mean), and he gets hurt.  The little time he has free on the weekends, he wants to use to go out and unwind with friends since his days rarely end before midnight.  And I understand.  But I also want our old relationship back.  When life wasn’t so crazy, and we were on the same schedule.  I know it won’t always be this way, but until the damn CPA is passed I don’t see the shiny gold lining coming back onto our lives.

Maybe I’m putting too much pressure on him.  I keep drifting back to the days where he was on the pedestal of perfect, and he could do wrong.  But real life just doesn’t work that way.  Our true selves and attitudes rear their ugly heads after so many years together.  Maybe my temper has gotten too far out of hand.  I know it’s bad, and I want to rein it in but I can’t.  I let emotions take over, flowing like water out of a broken dam, and think about the consequences later.

In the real world happiness is like a new penny.  Shiny and perfect in the beginning that gets a little worn down over the years.  You have to take care of it and polish it to make it be like new again.  You can’t slack off and expect it to happen by itself.  You need to work at it and act the way you did in the beginning, when you felt like you had something to lose and wanted to show the other person that they were your number 1 priority. 

I know that this is just a rocky path that we have to get over, but it sucks and I want the old, happy-go-lucky us back (minus CPA exams and 12-hour work days).  But we’re in it forever, and soon that penny will get its shine back.      

My Monday did not start off as I expected.  Instead of waking up at 7:20 like I normally do, I woke up and noticed how bright it was.  Wondering to myself about what time it was, I slowly rolled over and looked at my alarm clock; 8:40.  8:40, what the hell?!?!?  I’m supposed to be leaving now!  So, I checked the alarm and realized that I had set it for 7:20 p.m. and not a.m.  DUH.  This meant no shower and no leisurely getting ready.  It was basically a mad scramble to throw on clothes and make up, brush my hair, and fly out the door into my car that had icicles on it since it was like 20 degrees out.  All I have to say is, thank God it’s MLK Day and most of Atlanta (except me) was out of work so the traffic was non-existent.    

This stressful start to my day definitely foreshadowed what the rest of my day would be like (read: frustrating).  I got to work only 20 minutes late, which made me happy.   But it’s been downhill ever since.  I was asked to continue to contact (pester) this editor about writing a story about a client.  I’ve already e-mailed her 3 times last week pitching the story and also given her some follow up calls.  I still hadn’t heard back from her this morning, so my boss asked me to call her again, which I really did NOT want to do.  I hate feeling like I’m bothering people, and I’m sure she will write the story.  I just don’t want to bug her to the point of ruining the relationship I’ve built with her.  I left her another message and surprise, still haven’t heard back (I wouldn’t call me back if I were her after getting all those e-mails and calls, but maybe I’m just a bitch).

Later in the day, I was working on the copy for an invite that is supposed to fit into a mock passport.  This basically means I have about 3.75 inches X 2.75 inches to write everything I need to entice people to come to the event.  So frustrating!!!  I seriously spent hours trying to play with the size and text to make it fit.  I think I finally finished it though, so that’s a relief.  

Yesterday I met with a wedding photographer that T and I and my parents liked, and he reserved the date for us on the spot.  All we had to do was finish the paperwork, fax it over, and pay the deposit by today.  Problem was that my dad was supposed to pay through PayPal, and I could NOT get a hold of him all day.  I wanted to make sure he paid first before I faxed the contract back.  I finally got a hold of him, and he paid.  Then right as I got ready to fax the contract, my boss got on a 45-minute call (on the fax machine line), and I couldn’t fax the shit till an hour after I had planned.  I hope the fax went through OK because the lady who it was to was about to head home.  Grrrr.

So, that’s been my day.  I hope yours has been better. 

(Stuff like this makes me realize why I HATE Mondays)


Thank God it’s Friday!  I am so ready for the weekend.  This week at work has been hectic and busy, which is nice because it makes the time fly by but makes your brain tired.  I am ready to go out and have a drink with T and my friends and unwind.  I’m sure T is too!  He’s been busting his ass all week long.  Plus I’m looking forward to getting to interact with him for more than 30 minutes a day. 🙂

I’m sort of giddy today because it’s supposed to snow tonight/tommorrow early morning.  That will be the 2nd time this week.  You’re laughing aren’t you?  Welll…it’s a big deal to me because I live in the hot-as-hell city of Atlanta, and it hasn’t snowed here since 2005.  I used to go up to NY in the winter to visit friends, but I haven’t made it in a couple of years, so I’ve missed that snow too.  Last year I visited a friend in NYC and flew out really early on a Monday – it snowed a ton that afternoon.  That’s just my luck! 

I only hope that the snow doesn’t interfere with my hair appointment tomorrow because that would suck – I’m getting some serious roots here!!  I used to get my hair colored and cut every 4-5 weeks because I had it short, but now I am trying to grow it out for the wedding.  This means the appointments are a little more spaced out.  I’m kinda weirded out by the thought of having long hair again (for me that’s a little past my shoulders, which is probably short for most people).  I have fine, thin, straight hair so it doesn’t always look that great when it’s longer, but it looks awesome when it’s short.  I’m really laid back about my hair too – my hair’s been so many colors.  Dirty blonde, bright blonde, brown, various shades of red, and dark brown with red highlights (my fave and current look).  I basically let my stylist cut and color it how he thinks it’ll look cool.  **Side note:  I hate plain, boring hair so mine is always a cool color and a funky cut.  I hair modeled once.  Check out my skillz, ha ha. **


 I’m not sure if you can really see how cool it was because I took this picture with my phone.  My stupid camera memory card messed up and erased the real ones I took.

Well, yay for Fridays, haircuts, and really random posts.  I hope your day goes by quickly so you can jump right into the weekend. 

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