So I don't blog much anymore for those who have noticed. I just am not feeling it. I feel like I am such a negative person lately and who wants to read that? I'm going to do it today anyway. If you don't want to hear me complain, you should just stop reading now. Although I might be able to muster up some fun and positivity once my fingers start tapping away on the keys. You never know...

1. WHAT am I going to do with all this stufffff? The baby's room is coming along nicely, albeit slowly. While I was in Memphis this week my sweet husband, without being nagged asked, did the following:

-painted the nursery
-brought down the crib from the attic, in 30982305838 pieces
-brought down all the newborn clothes/blankets, etc
-washed said items
-notified me that he washed them "in that baby detergent stuff", and when I raised an eyebrow because we don't have any of that "baby laundry detergent stuff", he informed me that he made a special trip out to the store to buy some. This surprised me for so many reasons, but mostly because I didn't even think that he knew such a detergent existed, much less the importance of it.

I was so moved by him doing this stuff without me asking and he laughed and said "Well I think I'm nesting."  lol. So cute.

Mom rant: for the record, I'm not a nutcase about washing all of baby's stuff in ridiculously expensive, specialized baby laundry detergent, however, I think it is vitally important at least in the very beginning to not bombard perfectly pure skin with harsh detergents, dyes and perfumes. That being said, once this first bottle of baby detergent is gone and I'm sure he has been properly exposed to all of those things, I will never buy it again and he can suffer with the Tide like the rest of us.

ANYWAY- back to my original problem of the STUFF. The baby's room was my guest room and goodfreakinglord I had a lot of crap in there....which is now spilled out around the rest of my house, and is subsequently making me want to throw myself in front of a bus. I want to have a yard sale but it's SO much work. Can't I just open up the doors to my house and sell anything and everything anybody wants?

Moving on.
2. Since my child won't eat ANYTHING I have become one of those parents-I-never-thought-I'd-be and stopped and got him a Happy Meal before I had lunch with my girlfriend the other day at a restaurant that didn't have a kids menu. (Note: he didn't eat any of the Happy Meal anyway.)

I was really annoyed when we got to the restaurant and noticed that there wasn't a toy in the Happy Meal. WTF, McDonald's? Who do you think you are? That was my plan for entertaining him at the restaurant while we ate and talked. Instead of a toy, like they have done since the BEGINNING OF TIME, there was a CD in the bag. Gee thanks. Not only was it a stupid ass CD, it was a KIDZ BOP CD.  For f*ck's sake!!!! The thing I hate most in the world. Kidz Bop. Are you freaking kidding me? Of course it was too late to dispose of the evidence, he saw it and immediately informed me that we would be listening to it as soon as we got in the car.

KILL. ME. NOW.

Whyyyyyyy why why why why is it necessary to ruin perfectly good songs by having annoying children singing them and adding random, high pitched and obnoxious "WOOOOOH!"s or "YEAHHHHHHHH!"s during the middle of the song? WHY? Parents, why can't you teach your children to appreciate music by original artists??? I would understand if it was related to bad language or whatnot, but these are just regular, G-rated songs! 

That being said, I'm not sure I'd rather listen to Fergie sing Big Girl's Don't Cry over the annoying children, but that's for another day. What am I going to do? Maybe it will get lost or broken before I have to pick him up today.

3. My hair. Ugh. Yes I am going to complain about my hair again. I had a gift card to use in Memphis and while I was there I figured I'd go get my hair done because I didn't really have the $150 it would have cost me to do it here. :-(

BIG MISTAKE. It was a disaster from beginning to end. In a nutshell:
-Appointment was made at the wrong location. When I showed up at the spa/salon location, they informed me that my appointment was at their satellite location...AT THE MALL. Oh God. I should have known to just run away then.
-The place was filthy.
-She ruined my hair.
-She spent 4 hours trying to fix it
-She didn't fix it
-She then asked for a tip

So now, instead of my really pretty light auburn hair with blond streaks, I am back to having hair as dark as night, because that was the only thing she could do to fix it, to cover up the FIRE ENGINE RED color it was when she ruined it. I am not kidding when I tell you it looked like this:



I don't know who this girl is, but I appreciate her letting me borrow her picture from Google Images, which came up when I searched for FIRE ENGINE RED HAIR.

So after she "repaired" that, now I have short dark hair. Which is not bad, I've had it this color before and it's really pretty I guess, but it's not what I wanted. So yay now I get to save up $150 to go get it fixed, again, like I had to do after that great Dora incident. At least I don't have a Dora haircut now, but that is only after I made her re-do the haircut too because it was a disaster when she originally was finished.

I have more to say but this is too long as it is. Toodles.
 

Some peeps wanted to see the new do...so, instead of just posting a picture of that, I thought I'd post a montage of all the different hair styles I have sported over the years. I guess you could say I bore easily.

The early days:

Bald:


White n curly: (I'm the little one)


Pig tails:


This look seemed to work for me, I stuck with it for a while.


Then I became a teenager and realized that big bangs and metallic scruchies were the way to go.
Long and blonde:


Stayed long and blonde for a while, but fortunately let go of the bang-wall.


Alas, I aged and moved onto the more modern hairstyle...
Short and blonde:


Got bored with that after a number of years and transitioned into...
Long and dark:


Of course got bored with that and chopped it all off:


Then came the Worst Haircut in the History of the World: (the only reason I'm smiling is because I'm playing with a monkey)


Then, praise the Lord, it finally grew out enough that it could be repaired, and here it is...the famous $132 hair. Sigh. Please disregard my swollen, broken-out face with no makeup on it. I blame the fetus.

Happy indeed! I went to a new hair salon today at the recommendation of a friend. I really liked this new girl and the results are fabulous. Not only did she fix the hideous cut, she put some cute blond highlights over the auburn color which I really like. Bonus-my friend had given me a $20 off coupon for trying them out. Yay! So I thought.

Imagine my surprise when I go to pay and she says "$132.00 please." 
Me: "Ummm is that WITH the $20 coupon?"
Her: "Yes ma'am"

Me: Dies.

So, I guess beauty comes with a price. A big fat price. Geeeeeeeez. No groceries this week, family, I'm sure you understand.

Anyway- on a not-Happy Friday note: I went out today wearing super cute shoes! Except, now, after several hours of going around town in them, I have not-so-super-cute blisters all over my feet. UGH. I freakin' hate that. In the trash (or Goodwill, actually)  you go, Vera Wang Citrine Jeweled Flats. My feet hurt so bad I didn't even wear them into the house. I took them off in the car on the way home and they're still in there. I couldn't bear to walk in them for one more second. !&*#ing shoes.

pregnancy related bitching posts.

I haven't felt much like writing lately. I'll get back into the swing of things, I hope. I've just been SO tired and blaaaaaah all the time. Let me start by saying that if you're one of those people who is going to yell at me because "you should be grateful that you're even pregnant and some people would kill to be in your shoes so shut the F up with your stupid whining", then I guess you should probably just stop reading now.

Because while I love being a mother, I love my son, and I will love this baby just as much, I just don't like being pregnant all that much, mmm k? It has nothing to do with how "grateful" or "blessed" I am...I get that. I've dealt with a loss before. I know how it feels. But that doesn't mean I have to love being pregnant.

My body turns against me in every way possible and it seems to be getting worse every time I get pregnant. Everyone is telling me this means I'm having a girl...I believe it. Only a girl would relish in making her mother this miserable from day one. :-p

If I wasn't so vain, I'd post a picture of my face, which looks worse than a hormonal teenager's worst day of adolescence. WTF? I have really pretty, clear skin (rosacea aside) and so this pisses me the F off. Why do I have a grapefruit bulging out on the side of my chin? And it HURTS! Also- I'm walking around scratching myself like I have a skin disease because I am SO itchy. I had no idea this was a pregnancy side effect until yesterday, when Hub finally looked it up after seeing me scratch myself like I have fleas for two weeks. Sure enough, baby-related. Nice! 

Also- I think I've mentioned that I've already gained weight and my clothes are getting tight. How is that possible? This thing is the size of a pinto bean and yet my ass is already expanding. Egads.

Ok, so now that I have that out of my system I will try not to bitch for a while or be one of those people who talks about her pregnancy 24/7 because that's annoying. On a non-baby related note, I want a hair color change. I saw this photo of Ashlee Simpson and I'm thinking I want her color. It's quite a bit lighter than my hair is right now, and the shade of red is different...closer to what I wanted in the first place. Mine still has a little of that violet hint to it, which makes me want to puke.



Thoughts?

Anyone watch Big Love?


My most favorite show. Seriously who ever thought they could make polygamy look sexy. I keep asking myself how I would feel if Hub came home and said he wanted another wife. I think I would be ok with it as long as she was deemed the "cleaning wife" and I was the "hot wife". She'd have to be pretty ugly, so ugly, in fact, that he'd never sleep in her room...hmm...maybe we just need a maid.