Monthly Archives: September 2011

You Have to Make it Happen

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.

Coming Soon:

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.

images from wildspiritwolf

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:


AND DOUBLE PS. Don’t lurk, leave me some ideas!