previous // June 13, 2008
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I did something yesterday that basically broke my boyfriend.
This was taken Memorial Day this year at my parents' house:
This really doesn't do my hair justice, since I seem to blend into the bricks. I was pulled back in a pony tail, or as good a one as I could get with a grown out stack. I've got a real nerd thing going with the doofy expression and glasses and all. Meanwhile, how dashing is my man? ::swoon::
This is me last night. This one doesn't do the cut justice either, since my hand swayed slightly and the very top of my head is blending into the bar behind the couch. But you get the idea.
I had to bring MB a Bag of Questionable Repute to his former job yesterday where he's still consulting. I had just enough time after my hair appointment to grab a yummy flatbread from Dunkin Donuts (the fact that there's one three blocks away tickles me to no end) before heading into Capital City proper. "Ter, bring my the Bag of Questionable Repute during rush hour." Duh. Granted, I was going upstream, as it were, but not on the way home.
But I digress. I park in the lot and call MB to let him know I was there. He appears moments later a gibbering fool. "Ter, where's your hair?" Heee! "Where'd it go?" Ha! I was going to wait in the car while he came out, but I couldn't help myself and was leaning casually against the left rear fender as he came out. Or at least that's how I hope I looked. When he came home around ten last night, he resumed gibbering. MB said it's a big adjustment and he'll get used to it, though it's not one of his favorite cuts for me. Fair enough, I'm not a fan of the fact that he was practically skinned last weekend so I guess we're even.
Not that we're competitive or anything, especially about trivial things ::cough::
I haven't been this short since I got in to grad school, or basically the life of this diary. I had my old cut for two years and I'm the type that gets bored and likes change (yet I resist it otherwise, figure that one out). I had said I wasn't cutting my hair until Junior won a race, but I'm willing to settle for the fact that he's been third in points for the bulk of the season. The big motivating factor in the change is my niece Brittsie Cat's class day is on Monday and I want to look cute for it. I didn't tell anyone anything other than I was getting a haircut, well, just MB and Mom C. No one else knows, so shhhhh! I'm defintiely bringing a camera and I'm dying to see reactions! Monday won't come soon enough!
Speaking of Brittsie Cat, I can't believe my girl's graduating already. I can and I can't. She's by far my favorite niece and I hope she tries to remember her aunt once she's out in the big wide world. I know I'm going to be a blubbering mess, so thank all the deities for waterproof mascara! I can't even look at the card I bought her without dissolving into tears. It's one of those musical ones and when its opened it plays the chorus My Wish by Rascal Flatts. The whole song says everything I feel. Here's the lyrics (chorus from the card in bold):
I hope that the days come easy and the moments pass slow,
And each road leads you where you want to go,
And if you're faced with a choice, and you have to choose,
I hope you choose the one that means the most to you.
And if one door opens to another door closed,
I hope you keep on walkin' till you find the window,
If it's cold outside, show the world the warmth of your smile,
But more than anything, more than anything,
My wish, for you, is that this life becomes all that you want it to,
Your dreams stay big, and your worries stay small,
You never need to carry more than you can hold,
And while you're out there getting where you're getting to,
I hope you know somebody loves you, and wants the same things too,
Yeah, this, is my wish.
I hope you never look back, but ya never forget,
All the ones who love you, in the place you left,
I hope you always forgive, and you never regret,
And you help somebody every chance you get,
Oh, you find God's grace, in every mistake,
And you always give more than you take.
But more than anything, yeah, and more than anything,
(repeat chorus twice)
Now I need to go find Kleenex,
Ter
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