I'm Taking It All Off...

My hair that is.

I got my hair cut the other day.

It looks something like this...

 

I'm hating it.

 

Don't get me wrong- it's a great cut.

 

It just doesn't look good on me.

 

Something about the front being longer than the back is making my face look too long and my nose look to skinny (and long).

 

Boo.

 

I wish I could pull off long, flowing, wavy locks.

 

Something like this maybe...



 

Ohhhh- or this...

 

 

I'm loving the bangs!!!

 

But no.

It would Never- I mean NEVER work.

 

My nose would look so Looonnnnggg and Skinny and my face would look like it went on for miles and miles...Scary.

 

I've excepted this about myself.

 

But I really thought that the cut I just got would be short enough.

I HAVE to have bangs because I'm a freak about my forehead having coverage- So I thought I'd be safe there too. 

 

But NO.

No.  I wasn't.

It's not okay.

It's a tragedy actually.

Something Must be done.

 

Here's the plan...

 

Love this.

 

and this.

 

 

Pink- "You're my new Hair Hero."

FYI- I'd totally do the blond if I could pull it off- but again- NO.



Oh yes.  I think I will.

 

So what do you think of my choices?

 

I've totally done the short before.  It looks good on me and makes me feel good.  I don't even know why I try to go longer.

 

I guess I just get bored?

Lazy?

Tired of having to get my hair cut every few weeks to keep up with the style?

Tired of looking like I stuck my finger in a light socket while I was sleeping each morning?  Most Definitely.

Tired of forking over the hubster's hard earned cash more often?

 

It's probably a combination of all of the above.

 

The hubster prefers my hair short like these choices actually. Crazy right?.! Most guys are like-

Insert whining voice-..."Keep your hair long! It's sexier that way."

My man just knows whats up.

What can I say?.

 

So- It's on my to-do list for the week.  Get a Haircut.

 

Consider it- did.

On a completely different note-

I'm working on some new projects.
Hence- the fabric explosion taking place in my living room right now...

We live in a 2 bedroom house.

Five of us.
+ the Smelly Beast -aka-our basset hound- see her up there?  She smells.  Like all the time.
It's tight to say the least.

Unfortunately I don't have any pretty pictures of a pretty craft room to show you.
I wish I did- because it can get pretty wild when Mama starts crafting.
So I've been putting it off.

However- the time has come to get it DONE.

They're going to be bags in case you were wondering (and even if you weren't- I told you anyway)...

Loving Little Baby G's fabric for her new bag...

 Once the above is done I'm searching for my next project...

This one is full of some serious gems...

What do you read for inspiration?

I start getting with it- TOMORROW.

I'll take pictures. 

Don't worry.

I'm linking up with Seriously Shawn for Talk To Us Tuesday (even though technically it's Monday) again this week...



Click on the link and go check it out- It's good fun and anything goes!

Well- Until tomorrow- Goodnight!

Link Party- Talk To Us Tuesdays



 

 

So way back in the day when I was still a blogging rookie I made some friends in the blogging world through some link up parties.  One of those friends was Shawn over at Seriously Shawn.  We would hang out every Monday during Friend Makin' Mondays. 

 

I however was a blogging slacker and what started as me being burnt out and slacking turned into me completely leaving the blog world for a while,

 

BUT-

 

I'm back Blog World!!!  (*Insert your Whoops and Cheers here*)

 

and I'm linking up with Shawn again for her Talk to Us Tuesdays.

 

I think I'm allowed to talk about whatever is on my mind...

 

So here it goes-

 

I'm tired.

 

Like can't hardly hold my head up- tired to the bone- tired.

 

This waking up in the middle of the night 2 or 3 times to change and feed a baby while having 2 older kids as well is about to kill me.

 

I think all this talk of a Zombie Apocalypse is really just a bunch of sleep deprived mothers teaming up and wigging out because they are so freaking tired they decide they won't take any ones crap anymore.

 

Because- I'm not going to lie- I've seen a couple of zombie movies- and I'm thinking I could pass for one these days.

 

I'm not even sure if I brushed my hair today (that's a lie- I actually know I didn't).

 

I'm also ashamed to say that I pretty much am living in my sweats and pajama pants right now. 

 

It's really kind of sad.

 

I should be ashamed.

 

I should do better.

 

I should try harder to make myself more presentable.

 

I should at least put on my nice sweats- sheesh!

 

But the harsh reality is:

 

I'm too tired to care.

 

Here's where I'm at:

 



 

Scary right?!.

 

All I know is this:

 

I am tired.

 

But I love my babies.

 

I love their sweet smiles.

 

I love their sweet cuddles.

 

I love their sweet noises.

 

I love being a mom.

 

And tired or not...

 

It's ALL worth it.

 

Every single big bag under each eye is SO worth it.

 

That's what I know.

 

Now I have to go.

 

The babies asleep and I have about 2 hours tops to get some sleep- Wish me luck.