Apparently change does not happen while you’re waiting for paint to dry.
Well except for the fact that the paint dries and changes color a wee bit… unless it’s white paint, that doesn’t change too much…
Back to the point, I think.
I keep ranting about making changes FOR MYSELF. Doing stuff that reminds me that I’m closer to my twenties than I am to being the haggard old mother with dirty little children wandering around walmart’s old lady underwear aisle. I’ve been feeling more like the later, shud up. But I only talk the talk of change, I haven’t done much more than a fresh coat of paint on my toes and a new ponytail holder.
Which is why I have awesome, encouraging and inspiring friends. Honestly. They yell at my haggard self and do the stuff I only talk about. I lubs them. I need them. I need to be yelled at besides by myself.
I’m armed with new tunes on myI-Phone, a tank of gas, gift card and a few ideas. (now to figure out the sitter thing, dang it)
First is the hairz.
Can you see muh hair? No? My point exactly. I Am a Ponytail Addict. I need help. The hairz are there, pulled tightly behind muh head, they’re long to my mid back, thin and dishwater blonde. Just take my word for it, okay.
Somehow, someway I want to throw a twist of something “shocking” in there. Color in the back that would show only in up-do’s? Tips? Should I bleach my hair lighter? (darker fades out if I even think about taking a shower)
You have to excuse me here with this stuff, I never learned this girly stuff. Never. Girly stuff was a no-no when you were out camping, riding, hunting and such. I learned pony tail or how to almost have your head shaved kind of cuts. (shhh I can’t even get my eyeliner on straight, thank gawd for smudgy looks)
And then after I threaten the huble with some not nice tactics I WILL be getting new tattoos. I’m beyond sick of waiting for them (‘ello my birthday was eons ago). I have two, both on my lower back (a sun and a horse) and my next one will be on my upper back by the base of my neck. I think.
Here’s some of my “wants”, they’re all copyrighted so it won’t be exactly theses, but close. I’m rambling, yes.
Then I want a cross, but I have yet to find anything close to what I want. And I don’t know where either. But one thing at a time.
And I’m pretty sure that my wallet cannot support anymore changes beyond these… for now. Unless of course I would decide to actually do purposeful exercise and loose the bebe tummy. But let’s not go wild.
Ps. This blog post was inspired by a new friend of mine, and of course, she rocks… here’s some love: http://alienbody.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-need-new-me.html?spref=fb
AND DOUBLE PS. Don’t lurk, leave me some ideas!