Thursday, May 5, 2011

In Which a Questionable Haircut turns me into an Utter Narcissist

So I tried again this morning:

I think it is better. It may actually look less like the inspiration pictures, but it looks more like me. Good ole stripey shirt never hurt either. I still think it needs work, maybe shorten the shorter side and thin out the longer side. And that thing is happening whenever I give myself bangs, what I like to think of as the Conan O'Brian swoop. But I think that might have something to do with my glasses, and so I can't really change that. All in all, I'm feeling better about it today.

What I'm not feeling better about today is my cold. It feels like a small, furry, stinky animal - a wet ferret maybe?- has cuddled up with my lungs. I get to have cold-medicine dreams all night, like last night when I dreamed that Jennifer and I were chasing our high school crush/obsession around and around Canyon High. I'm pretty sure that dream went on all night.

But hey, even in my drugged state, I managed to sign the girls (even Elsa!) up for swim lessons! I found some through parks and rec that are four days a week for two weeks, and they will happen before we move, so maybe my bleak prophecy that my children are destined to be non-swimmers will not come to fruition. And I finally told the owner of our gym that we are moving at the end of June, so I don't have to stress over what will become of my Zumba class. I was worried about telling her because I thought she would be really irritated that I started up a class knowing that I was going to be moving (we didn't know for sure, but when do we ever?) Anyway I took the chicken way out and wrote her an email, but she didn't seem mad. So that's good. Still don't know how I am going to handle the various trips I need to make to California this summer, but that's a ways off so I'm not too worried. I'm feeling a bit more optimistic today, so here are some pictures of cutie Elsa on her birthday last week:

She wouldn't eat the cupcake so I had to.

May we all get such joy from poking around in the dirt with a stick


  1. I like your haircut today! I think it is very chic punk rock. And if you want my prescription for healing infections (that doesn't involve vicodin) let me know. It is fairly unobtrusive and you will miss the fabulous dreams of me but you might feel better.

  2. Okay I think I'm ready for your prescription. Enough is enough, I need to be able to teach my Zumba class this Sunday!

  3. Well I think the cut makes you look younger. Maybe it's the cut, stripey shirt combo.

    I'm glad you have to make "various trips" to California. We can't wait to see you again. We can Zumba with Jehane if you have time.

    Feel better.

  4. I like the cut, too! Hope you are feeling better soon... maybe with Jennifer's help. :) Thanks for the very cute pics of Elsa! Hugs to all...