It's been 2.5 years

Ya, I know those of you who sit behind me at church, I am sure, have noticed, but it has been 2 and a half years since I have been to a stylist/professional to get my hair cut... and longer than that since I have had my hair colored.

Oh, the humanity.

Now, mind you, I have been trimming my own hair and coloring at home.

Something in me this week snapped and I decided that I needed to be pampered... so I chose to have my hair cut and colored by someone else.

I debated, seriously, wacking all my hair off like I did years ago—if you don't believe me check out the pictures to the right----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------}

I even thought about blond again... (you can see that on the right too--it was even red once)

But, I have decided I will keep it long (only because I think it is my only source of confidence these days) and I will let the stylist decide on the color. Maybe I'll do some layers or something.

I am so excited for my 2 hours of complete ME time.

Getting my hair washed. Having it styled and done by someone while I sit and laugh and enjoy talking about things that I usually would only tell a psychologist... poor stylists... they really have to have a listening ear. Either that, or just be really uncomfortable with total silence.

Oh, and to end off with I was enjoying watching Sister read books to her imaginary class tonight in the kitchen. She would read upside down so that the "class" could see the pictures and then after she was done "reading" she would hold the book out further and show it around to "everyone" so they all could see. It was so adorable. I told her that she would be such a great teacher when she grows up.

She was ignoring me.

I asked her what she wants to be when she grows up.

She replied, "I don't want to grow up. I'm fine."

Ya, I felt that way to.

Still do.

(smile)

Oh, and a picture, just because I like this one of Sister and Brother...

just because