SMH. I told y'all I am terrible at blogging.
I'm the type of person that has to be in the mood to talk and, sometimes, that could be once a month.... if you're lucky. :0D And yes, I mean literally talk, too. I'm just not a chit chatty person. You'll be very lucky if you get me to answer the phone. I think it's a phobia or something. If you need me, tex me, and if I feel like it, I'll respond. LOL. I know that sounds rude, but I just can't help it. No, really. I can't. I mean, if you have a fear of snakes, you're not going to jump into a pit with them, right? Okay, I just pictured myself thrown into a pit of ringing phones that HAVE to be answered. 0.0 This ramble is getting far too lengthy. I'm done. It's causing me anxiety anyway.
And now I don't want to talk anymore...
:0D
1/10/12
1/9/12
I'm behind!
I know I'm behind on Project 366, but this weekend was busier than expected and I've had a terrible headache to boot. As a photographer, it won't take much to get caught up, just gimme a few! :)
While you're reading this, and obviously thinking of me, say a prayer for this headache! I feel like I've had one for 2 weeks. It doesn't help that we have gas heat AND I'm allergic to pine. :0\
I hope all of you have a great week! xoxo
Until next time...
While you're reading this, and obviously thinking of me, say a prayer for this headache! I feel like I've had one for 2 weeks. It doesn't help that we have gas heat AND I'm allergic to pine. :0\
I hope all of you have a great week! xoxo
Until next time...
1/7/12
Project 366 - Day 7
Madelynn
The child with hair paranoia.
(ps. i apologize for her bare chest. okay, not really.)
1/6/12
1/5/12
NO lumps!
As a child, I had a bit of a hair obsession. Okay, I had a major hair obsession.
I COULD NOT go to school with lumps in my hair. If I had a pony tail, it had to be centered perfectly on top of my head, and NO LUMPS!
I used to wear a headband and it had to have the perfect bump. I didn't just push my headband on for a slick finish, I pushed it back and then pulled it forward a little so that I could have a little lift in the front. HEY! Snookie totally stole my hair! I had a cool bump before they became cool. smh.
Anyway, over the past couple of weeks, my youngest daughter (she's 4) has become completely obsessed with her hair. She asks multiple times a day if her hair is sticking up. If I tell her it isn't, but she is still convinced it is, she licks her hands and runs them through her hair. Gross, right? I NEVER did that!
Earlier, while eating dinner, my oldest (she's 6) touched my youngest's hair. My youngest immediately ran over to me and asked if her hair was sticking up. Now, I JUST told her the other night, "stop licking your hands and rubbing it through your hair", and I JUST explained to her, after she was convinced her sister messed up her hair, that her hair was indeed perfectly fine. We locked eyes, and I could see the wheels turning. "Mom said don't put spit in my hair but I've just GOT to do it one.more.time." She gently licked her hands, peeked at me again, and quickly wiped her hair down.
*sigh* I could see the relief on her face.
The next problem? Rubbing her crunchy hair before she goes to sleep tonight. *cringe*
I COULD NOT go to school with lumps in my hair. If I had a pony tail, it had to be centered perfectly on top of my head, and NO LUMPS!
I used to wear a headband and it had to have the perfect bump. I didn't just push my headband on for a slick finish, I pushed it back and then pulled it forward a little so that I could have a little lift in the front. HEY! Snookie totally stole my hair! I had a cool bump before they became cool. smh.
Anyway, over the past couple of weeks, my youngest daughter (she's 4) has become completely obsessed with her hair. She asks multiple times a day if her hair is sticking up. If I tell her it isn't, but she is still convinced it is, she licks her hands and runs them through her hair. Gross, right? I NEVER did that!
Earlier, while eating dinner, my oldest (she's 6) touched my youngest's hair. My youngest immediately ran over to me and asked if her hair was sticking up. Now, I JUST told her the other night, "stop licking your hands and rubbing it through your hair", and I JUST explained to her, after she was convinced her sister messed up her hair, that her hair was indeed perfectly fine. We locked eyes, and I could see the wheels turning. "Mom said don't put spit in my hair but I've just GOT to do it one.more.time." She gently licked her hands, peeked at me again, and quickly wiped her hair down.
*sigh* I could see the relief on her face.
The next problem? Rubbing her crunchy hair before she goes to sleep tonight. *cringe*
30 is a cuss word.
I was born on April 8th, 1982. Know what that means? Yeah...
:0\
I suppose that gives me a good reason to start my blog up again.
You can follow along with me as I grieve the loss of my 20's and TRY to adjust to being in my, well, you know.
UGH!
:0\
I suppose that gives me a good reason to start my blog up again.
You can follow along with me as I grieve the loss of my 20's and TRY to adjust to being in my, well, you know.
UGH!
Project 366 - Day 1.
One of the photos I took with my first digital camera.
Project 366.
I will be catching up on Project 366.
Project 366 is where you post a new photo every day of the year.
I have plenty of those!
If you're wondering why it's 366 days, well, check your calendar. ;0)
Now, if I happen to skip a day or 2, I'll catch up, so don't hold it against me.
Things happens. :)
Day 1 starts in the next post.
Project 366 is where you post a new photo every day of the year.
I have plenty of those!
If you're wondering why it's 366 days, well, check your calendar. ;0)
Now, if I happen to skip a day or 2, I'll catch up, so don't hold it against me.
Things happens. :)
Day 1 starts in the next post.
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