how does a person get bored with their own head?!

i hope all of you had a glorious weekend...now that's finally spring, everything around my casa has a hazy yellow dust to it. it's pollen time around these parts...for me, that means nothing cuz i kinda won the genetic lottery on that front and it doesn't bother me at all.

hubs? spent friday at urgent care, found out he has a big-time sinus infection and it was close to getting in his ears. so he's on like...47 pills now. or something.

alright, on to the story at hand.

i am BORED with my hair. BOOOOOORRRREEEEEDDDDD.
this is me, about a week ago at a friend's going away party. my hair is a little past my shoulders...and apparently i have the biggest face on the planet.

i don't hate my hair this length....but this is the first time in several YEARS i haven't been growing my locks out for someone's wedding...first one friend in '07, then another in '08, then mine in '09, and then last fall's one wrapped them all up!

so i've always either had long (for me) hair...or just chopped it off, to grow it back.

here's me on my honeymoon, for long hair reference. i did not really like it. also, ouzo SUCKS.

so, do i chop it back to just above my shoulders, another bob like i've been doing? orrrrr...do i go big?

cuz i'm more than a little obsessed with ginnifer goodwin's hair here. i dig the swoop. plus...she has a roung-ish face like me.

also, LOVE the messiness of jessica stroup's 'do. i probably wouldn't get pieces in the front so short...but i might.

the only thing i worry about is the ends flipping out, i had my hair short when i was in college, and i always wore it sort of flipped because it would do that naturally. but i think it makes me look super young. not in a "ooh, she looks like she's a lovely 23, not almost-28", but like "i think she might be skipping sophomore social studies!".

also...i'm kind of hairstyling challenged. so i'd have to learn to actually do something to it.

so...what do you think? bob it again? chop it off? find a hobby to keep my hands off my hair?

are you cool enough to be a loser?

"Just go ahead and hate on me and run your mouth
So everyone can hear
Hit me with the words you got and knock me down
Baby, I don’t care
Keep it up, I’m tunin’ up to fade you out
You wanna be
A loser like me"

ahhh...have truer words ever been sung to this barely reformed drama geek? i think NOT. cuz even though i definitely do not have the best voice, and i was only in chorus in 8th grade because it meant only having to take PE for half the year....i feel like deep down, GLEE is a show about my life.

about being an outcast. about not feeling like you measure up...even if you were head cheerleader before you got knocked up.

and i can guarantee, any of you who don't watch this show...have probably felt that way before. maybe in high school. maybe in college. maybe last week at some work meeting. maybe with your sibling who always seems to outshine you just a little.

but that's the thing....we're ALL losers. everyone. we've all got different things that make us losers.

and you know what??

IT'S ABOUT FREAKING TIME TO EMBRACE THEM.

see that girl? she's all of 16 i think. and trust me when i say...she was definitely a loser. lucky for her...she went to a liberal arts magnet high school. so even the popular kids were smart kids too...and the jocks were in AP classes. and we didn't have a whole heck of a lot of bullying and such. or i just wasn't a big enough loser to know it.

and now? now that girl is a few months shy of 28...and she's been thinking of all the reasons she's a loser...and all the reasons why she loves it.

*i'm a complete and total klutz. i usually manage in public...but i've almost killed myself going up and down the stairs in my house more times than i can count.

*i'm a fountain of useless knowledge...which usually gets weird looks, NOT admiring stares.

*two words....drama. geek. i lived it...i loved it. i STILL have the t-shirts from thespian conference.

*i cry. a lot. when i'm happy. when i'm sad. when i see someone else crying. when i get really mad and frustrated. waterworks city.

*i didn't get kissed until i was 19. NINETEEN.

*deep down, i still desperately want to be one of the "cool girls".

*i get more than a little freaked out going places far away on my own. what if i do something wrong? what if i say something wrong?

*i've been unemployed for 9 months. and don't really have any job prospects lined up. (also haven't really been looking...which might be another reason i'm sort of a loser).

*i get REALLY excited when i get emails saying i have blog comments...like...loser-ish excited.

so....the real question is...have YOU embraced your inner loser? or have you always been a cool kid?

if so....can we be friends?

i hate doing dishes, BUT

i hate NOT being able to do them more.

i'll be the first to admit...i'm not the best dishwasher. cooking and dirtying up dishes? absofreakinglutely.

but then getting my hands dirty to wash those dishes?? no thanks.

i'm a strictly dish brush kind of girl...don't dig the whole sponge thing, and the hubs has known for the entire 3 and a half years we've live together that i will NOT touch the sink drain strainer thing full of food bits. WILL NOT.

so...when you add all those things together, do you know what you get?

someone who might have a meltdown if her kitchen sink doesn't freaking get its act together and start draining right!!!

i mean...it's a sink. its whole LIFE PURPOSE is to drain away water from my feeble washing attempts, right??

APPARENTLY. NOT.

ugh...right now, literally both sides have water in them, and the hubs dumped a whole thing of draino max gel in the 2 sides (AFTER telling me when had to go to the store to get more...and explaining we had to get the same kind, cuz apparently unlike sweaters and accessories...you CANNOT mix and match drain cleaners. well....you can. but you'll explode your house. and i don't do blowing up, in the literal sense at least).

oh yeah, and they've also got dishes and weird stuff floating on the surface...cuz we intended to do dishes tonight. except the sink robbed us of that.

AND we can't run the dishwasher, because apparently it drains into the sink or something...and again with the explosions.

so, come tomorrow...you might find me doing dishes in my backyard with the hose, or in the tub or something.

PLUMBING GODS, SHOW YOURSELVES!!!

also...might have gotten myself a little treat for all my stress at the store when we bought draino.
also, might have given my husband the i-don't-even-know-who-you-are-and-how-we've-loved-each-other-so-long look when he said to me "what's a cream horn?"

nothing you're getting NOW buddy, since you don't know their deliciousness...you won't miss me hoarding them all for myself.

when trying to be good goes awry

when i looked in my closet and realized there are several shirts and tops and cardis that STILL have the tags on them....i thought MAYYYYBBBEEEE it's time to look for outfit inspiration inside my closet, instead of out.

and then i went to the mall because i got bored.

while i didn't drop any cash yesterday....i will be soon. because i have found the PERFECT accessories for my wardrobe.

seriously...i came home and figured out THREE ensemble options for a party this weekend. on a tuesday!! that's basically unheard of around these parts.

please tell me you don't DIE for this ring. cuz i totally do. it looks like space or something...and the facets make it amazing. and it looks soooo good on my pointer ringer...or my middle one. not that i'd EVER show it to anyone there ;)

and this looks similar to the second...except it's not turquoise, but a similar blue to the first ring. but it's silver and a long oval. and i love it on my ring finger, or the middle one again.

cuz flipping someone off with accessories makes it less offensive, right?

anyhoo...i intend to rock these both on my right hand, with skinnies and boots and a coral top and oatmeal 3/4 sleeve cotton cardigan.

i'm already nerdily excited.

i hope i don't change my mind between now and saturday.

how i ended up NOT getting murdered

i'll be the first to admit...i have a TINGE of paranoia.

perhaps it's the 5 year tour in the news business i did...or the fact that our house got burgled in broad daylight in 2009. but either way....when i'm home alone, i tend to....dramaticize things.

so wednesday i was in the shower, minding my own business and shampooing my hair...when our doorbell rang.

and my heart started hammering.

but i figure, no bigs, they'll go away when no one comes to the door.

THEN whoever it is pounds on the door several times.

and i start freaking out even more.

THEN they ring the doorbell AGAIN, and i am officially freaking out. meanwhile...my 2 dogs, who hate the doorbell and always always ALWAYS flip out when anyone rings it...yeah, they're silent. thanks dudes, mom can handle herself...or NOT.

so i peak out the bathroom window, and see a red truck parked in the yard. i put my robe on, grab my cell phone, go to the door to look through the peephole, and spy on the ground any blunt objects i could use to bludgeon an intruder.

THERE'S NO ONE AT THE DOOR. but the truck is still there.

cue my brain going around and around and around, figuring there's someone crouching down, waiting for me to open to the door, so they cam bum rush me and kill me in my own house. this is also the point i'm thinking i should have put on undies and pants, so my would-be murderer would have to at least work at little when he attacks me...cuz i watch A LOT of law & order SVU.

then the truck drives off...i calm down, and go about my merry way.

cue last night, while i'm getting our ravioli dinner plated...the doorbell rings again.

and it's this nice old man who's apparently in a wood turning club (wtf is that? no clue...are they high-class whittlers??), and he wants to know if he can have pieces of this little president's day endeavor



see...the whole top of this tree was basically gone...and rotted. so we chopped it down. APPARENTLY, sweet gum trees are good for more than just annoying the every-loving hell out of me with their infernal balls over my yard.

APPARENTLY, sweet gum wood makes super awesome fare for whatever the heck the wood turning club does.

oh yeah, and that nice old man?

DRIVES A RED TRUCK.

apparently he wanted my wood...not to give me his.

there are several reasons i should not be left alone

thank goodness the husband comes home tonight! because...i really should not be left to my own devices.

1. i end up eating 2 mini grilled cheese sammies for dinner, since it's the only thing that sounds good. ALSO, dinner is at 9:30.

2. dinner is so late...because i may, or may not have spent about 6 hours watching season 1 of veronica mars on netflix instant streaming.

3. when i get bored watching tv...or really, when i get bored anytime...i tend to craft.

no, i will NOT be wearing these 2 items together.

the ring is the latest in several chunky stone endeavors...the others are dark blue, and kelly green, and a HUMONGOUS yellow one...but none of them have wire wrapping. cuz...a girl's gotta branch out sometimes.

and really...i just randomly think of things sometimes, AFTER i've done a run or 2 another way =)

i wish i could say i wasn't totally and freakishly obsessed with my new gold glittered bangle...BUT I SO AM!!! and it was maybe the easiest thing in the entire world.

AND i might have plans in the world for a skinnier one in black/dark grey....and probably more big chunky ones in different colors.

the best part? together....they cost about $4.

i wanna be her BFF

in our world of constant access to television and internet, and the juggernaut that is reality programming...it's easy to pick and choose heroes and villians, without ever knowing any of these "celebrities" at all.

but sometimes...i see people on tv, and i think to myself...we'd be friends. i do the same with all of you...even if you're just words on my computer screen, i feel like i "know" you, and consider a lot of you my friends.

so, i've been anxiously awaiting the return of one of my television besties.

it's true...i am OBSESSED with bethenny frankel.

i never really watched her season of real housewives, being a die hard atlanta fan and all...but bravo being bravo, i did catch a marathon of "bethenny getting married" one day.

and i have loved her potty-mouthed dramatic self since then. i LOVE her. i think everyone should use the phrase "_____ until your penis falls off" all. the. time.

and during last night's premiere, in between the hilarity of finding poo in the car, and getting her boobs measured...she also visited her husband's hometown.

and got really emotional when his hometown friends mentioned that being with them is about jason staying with his roots. and he said he loved her more in that dive bar than he ever had before.

because she was trying to understand where he came from. even though it's drastically different than her upbringing.

and i had this feeling wash over me, of KNOWING that feeling. of wanting the person you love to understand your life before them, to really get who you were before they came into your life...and why your life is so much better now.

because no matter how good i had it when i was a kid, and how awesome my family is...it's even better getting to share all that awesomeness with someone else.

maybe it's because nate is out of town for a few days, and i feel so...LOST. it sounds dumb, but we literally are together all the time, and have been since we started dating. he's my other half, and he's the person who gets me the most...and without him here, i feel so off.

plus, our house is old, and it totally freaks me out and convinces me there's a killer waiting for me.

luckily...i've my swedish fish stash, and my dogs, and episodes of grey's and one tree hill to tide me over until i pick him up from the airport =)