Monday, June 4, 2012
licensed
welp! i am licensed!! i finally recieved my license in this mail this weekend, and now i am totally legal to start cutting, dying, perming and whatever else you people want from me.
what a relief! i'm so happy to be done with this whole cosmetologist thing, and finally get the chance to start working!
i have big news later.
......stay tuned.
what a relief! i'm so happy to be done with this whole cosmetologist thing, and finally get the chance to start working!
i have big news later.
......stay tuned.
Monday, May 14, 2012
round 1 - passed
well children, mama passed one of her final tests before the state will allow this ginger to start doing hair legally.
how am i going to celebrate?
#1 blow all of my itunes gift cards.
#2 buy new shoes.
#3 go to called to surf and buy some cool trendy hipster california born outfit or dress. who knows what they'll have in store for me.
#4 go on a loooonng, long, beautiful run.
#5 pass out via poolside.
#6 have a rock concert in the shower.
#7 last but not least! party. and party hard i will.
how am i going to celebrate?
#1 blow all of my itunes gift cards.
#2 buy new shoes.
#3 go to called to surf and buy some cool trendy hipster california born outfit or dress. who knows what they'll have in store for me.
#4 go on a loooonng, long, beautiful run.
#5 pass out via poolside.
#6 have a rock concert in the shower.
#7 last but not least! party. and party hard i will.
unbelievably blessed.
thank you family.
thanks you friends.
thank you God.
Tuesday, May 1, 2012
left all my problems behind
i've been having nightmares.
every night for the past few weeks.
keeping me tossing and turning in my bed, attempting to run away from my own mind.
today i woke up in a panic.
looked at the clock, 10:00AM.
how did i sleep so long?
i may have been sleeping in the perfect terror, but i slept through the night at waayy past 6:00AM.
progress.
i woke up to taylor having a rock concert below the guest room i had passed out in last night while reading the third book of the hunger games, mockingjay. trying to prolong the night terrors. the lamp on the night stand still glowing and three too many pillows surrounding me. she was blasting some teeny bopper band that i have no idea about. but it's 10:00AM, on a tuesday. why is she home?
ohhh yes. dentist appointment. taylor goes to a pediatric dentist out of town, so little her got to skip school today. i showered, she bathed, mama showered, and off we went. my head was running a thousands miles per hour the entire way there. over thinking everything i had dreamt of last night. reliving it all. the thoughts ran through my mind and the smell of the farmland surrounding us that began to seep in through the car's vents were making me nauseous. i could feel the trail mix i was attempting to eat begin to crawl up my throat. i just kept telling myself..."breath in your nose, out your mouth." then just thought, STOP BEING A LITTLE GIRL, AND PLEASE JUST GET ME OUT OF THIS STUPID CAR! we have arrived. thank goodness.
taylor's little people dentist visit went quick. then we wondered through old navy, skipped through target, and walked up and down every over sized isle at costco. grabbing every last sample of V8, humus and whole wheat crackers, and gazed over the giant tents and play sets suspended from the ceiling. i've decided that i need a costco card. i love those chocolate covered raisins that they sell by bulk way too much. and please, don't even get me started on those gigantic strawberries! they must be infused with steroids, because those babies are giant.
we left right at sunset. the green lush mountains that this buzzing city was tucked away in were beautiful. sunlight reflecting off of the trees and the river that cut the town in half. we listened closely to carrie underwood's new cd. every single track, every single word. i chomped on my chocolate covered raisins, mama on her cinnamon licorice, and taylor dinked around on her ipad... trying to beat her high score on angry birds.
as we buzzed up and down the wine filled hills, my nightmares escaped my mind. i wasn't nauseous. i wasn't uneasy. i was no longer scared.
i had successfully ran away from my own mind.
you can find me and my mama on our leather couches. she gazing over at me as the clock struck 9. "ssoooo... dancing with the stars? (her show) or the voice?... (my show)". this little girl ain't got no tivo.
the voice it is. and kid cudi is on... ohhh lala. man candy :)
i'm also craving strawberries, sour cream, and brown sugar. who would've thought... strawberries, sour cream, and brown sugar. (thank you brother and sister thompson) ohhh! and strawberry lemonade.
fridge. come at me.
every night for the past few weeks.
keeping me tossing and turning in my bed, attempting to run away from my own mind.
today i woke up in a panic.
looked at the clock, 10:00AM.
how did i sleep so long?
i may have been sleeping in the perfect terror, but i slept through the night at waayy past 6:00AM.
progress.
i woke up to taylor having a rock concert below the guest room i had passed out in last night while reading the third book of the hunger games, mockingjay. trying to prolong the night terrors. the lamp on the night stand still glowing and three too many pillows surrounding me. she was blasting some teeny bopper band that i have no idea about. but it's 10:00AM, on a tuesday. why is she home?
ohhh yes. dentist appointment. taylor goes to a pediatric dentist out of town, so little her got to skip school today. i showered, she bathed, mama showered, and off we went. my head was running a thousands miles per hour the entire way there. over thinking everything i had dreamt of last night. reliving it all. the thoughts ran through my mind and the smell of the farmland surrounding us that began to seep in through the car's vents were making me nauseous. i could feel the trail mix i was attempting to eat begin to crawl up my throat. i just kept telling myself..."breath in your nose, out your mouth." then just thought, STOP BEING A LITTLE GIRL, AND PLEASE JUST GET ME OUT OF THIS STUPID CAR! we have arrived. thank goodness.
taylor's little people dentist visit went quick. then we wondered through old navy, skipped through target, and walked up and down every over sized isle at costco. grabbing every last sample of V8, humus and whole wheat crackers, and gazed over the giant tents and play sets suspended from the ceiling. i've decided that i need a costco card. i love those chocolate covered raisins that they sell by bulk way too much. and please, don't even get me started on those gigantic strawberries! they must be infused with steroids, because those babies are giant.
we left right at sunset. the green lush mountains that this buzzing city was tucked away in were beautiful. sunlight reflecting off of the trees and the river that cut the town in half. we listened closely to carrie underwood's new cd. every single track, every single word. i chomped on my chocolate covered raisins, mama on her cinnamon licorice, and taylor dinked around on her ipad... trying to beat her high score on angry birds.
as we buzzed up and down the wine filled hills, my nightmares escaped my mind. i wasn't nauseous. i wasn't uneasy. i was no longer scared.
i had successfully ran away from my own mind.
you can find me and my mama on our leather couches. she gazing over at me as the clock struck 9. "ssoooo... dancing with the stars? (her show) or the voice?... (my show)". this little girl ain't got no tivo.
the voice it is. and kid cudi is on... ohhh lala. man candy :)
i'm also craving strawberries, sour cream, and brown sugar. who would've thought... strawberries, sour cream, and brown sugar. (thank you brother and sister thompson) ohhh! and strawberry lemonade.
fridge. come at me.
Monday, April 30, 2012
day nine
it's day nine of being in moses lake.
and do any of you realize how adorable my little sister is?
i'm starting a new thaanng. "text's from taylor"
you see, taylor has an iphone, and she's quite the little texter.
sure you have to decode half of it, but she get's the point across.
it's sent most of us into giggle fits so it'll be perfect for the rest of you.
not only does she text, but she's referred to me as ma'am this entire vaca.
my mother went to idaho on wednesday to take my grandmother back home, and i got the privileged to watch taylor. that's when the whole "yes ma'am, no ma'am" thing began. whenever i ask her to do something, she replies "it would be my pleasure". if i'm not ready to party, or have to send a quick email before we run to the store she simple replies... "no rush."
where did this young women come from?! don't get me wrong, she still spits me some sassy comments. or sometimes replies with an... "of course you are." or "yeaahh, yeah. whatever crazy." sometimes i just stare at her to freak her out. only it doesn't freak her out she just stares back and next thing you know we're having a staring contest. which she always wins...
also, if i make her something to eat and it's decent she'll tell me it's good. but when i make something that she really likes it's turns from good, into being the bomb.com. which she says in a dignified matter, eye' s huge, hands raising the roof in excitement, trying to have another staring contest with me.
i love that little 16 year old.
she's put up with my random dance moves, my urges to create food masterpieces, my addiction to grey's anatomy (which she wondered into the living room sunday night and asked to watch with me, proclaiming how much she liked it. and you know what? i believed her. her eyes fixated on the television, netflix episode after episode.) and every hair style i have attempted on her. when i picked her up after school today she admitted to me that she hid her glasses that i was frantically looking for this morning so we could get her off to school on time. why did she hide them you may ask? so she could stay home with my all day.
she may seem to actually like me by inviting me to go on all these bike rides with her, asking when we can party, and summoning me to a dance party by blasting music in the kitchen and coming at me with all kinds of dance moves... which she's doing right now... but she also keeps dancing on over to the garage door and peeping into that three car garage in hopes to see our mothers red durango roll into her vacant parking spot.
she's got a big heart.
and big scary eyes that she's staring at me with from across the room like a lion would stare at it's prey.
let the staring contest begin.
and do any of you realize how adorable my little sister is?
i'm starting a new thaanng. "text's from taylor"
you see, taylor has an iphone, and she's quite the little texter.
sure you have to decode half of it, but she get's the point across.
it's sent most of us into giggle fits so it'll be perfect for the rest of you.
not only does she text, but she's referred to me as ma'am this entire vaca.
my mother went to idaho on wednesday to take my grandmother back home, and i got the privileged to watch taylor. that's when the whole "yes ma'am, no ma'am" thing began. whenever i ask her to do something, she replies "it would be my pleasure". if i'm not ready to party, or have to send a quick email before we run to the store she simple replies... "no rush."
where did this young women come from?! don't get me wrong, she still spits me some sassy comments. or sometimes replies with an... "of course you are." or "yeaahh, yeah. whatever crazy." sometimes i just stare at her to freak her out. only it doesn't freak her out she just stares back and next thing you know we're having a staring contest. which she always wins...
also, if i make her something to eat and it's decent she'll tell me it's good. but when i make something that she really likes it's turns from good, into being the bomb.com. which she says in a dignified matter, eye' s huge, hands raising the roof in excitement, trying to have another staring contest with me.
i love that little 16 year old.
she's put up with my random dance moves, my urges to create food masterpieces, my addiction to grey's anatomy (which she wondered into the living room sunday night and asked to watch with me, proclaiming how much she liked it. and you know what? i believed her. her eyes fixated on the television, netflix episode after episode.) and every hair style i have attempted on her. when i picked her up after school today she admitted to me that she hid her glasses that i was frantically looking for this morning so we could get her off to school on time. why did she hide them you may ask? so she could stay home with my all day.
she may seem to actually like me by inviting me to go on all these bike rides with her, asking when we can party, and summoning me to a dance party by blasting music in the kitchen and coming at me with all kinds of dance moves... which she's doing right now... but she also keeps dancing on over to the garage door and peeping into that three car garage in hopes to see our mothers red durango roll into her vacant parking spot.
she's got a big heart.
and big scary eyes that she's staring at me with from across the room like a lion would stare at it's prey.
let the staring contest begin.
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