Where have all the cowboys gone? Wait, no that isn't right...where have all the pictures gone? Yeah that's what I meant...Smileyface.....
Ehhhh I just haven't felt like posting any pictures and I haven't taken any pictures and I know it makes me hypocritical because my favorite thing about other people's blogs are the pictures. I mean sure we all enjoy a cleverly written post...but pictures are like the well proportioned seasoning. If we are relating this to myself, which it's my blog, it would be pepper. I'm a huge advocate of black pepper...I like it, plain and simple. And while mashed potatoes, any variety of soup, salad...what have you, may be good without pepper...it's much better with the pepper. I get it, I know...believe me I know. But again I haven't taken many pictures nor do I know where the cord is to my camera. So shame on me, maybe you'll enjoy the post with just the bland words without any pictures to spice it up?
Whatever I don't care.
So what is this all about? What kind of ramble will I ride today or tonight rather. Or if you are being very technical...this early morning. Hmmmmm I don't know. Just felt like writing, again. The sound of the keys plunking away, the way my head whirls trying to think of something to say...it's all very soothing. Okay let's do the list thing.
1. After months of complaining that my hair is driving me crazy I think I may have finally found a happy place in this growing it out process. Or maybe it's actually putting an effort into doing something with it on a semi-regular basis? I somehow found this hair blog that has been well...kinda an obsession. Remember how I mentioned I tend to get kinda enamored with pretty people? Well this hairdresser is pretty and has cool hair and cool clothes and what appears to me as a pretty cool life. Which is rather unimportant but anyhow reading all her "hair thoughts/ideas/suggestions has really opened my eyes about how to get my hair to look the way I want...or at least as close to what I want. Like did you know you aren't actually supposed to used a flat iron to straighten your hair? That it's like super damaging, that is just supposed to be like a finishing tool. As in all the time I have spent dragging that stupid iron over and over the same section of my naturally wavy/unruly hair has been doing me more harm than good?!!! That if I blowdry my hair and just run the iron over the top part of my hair to get the smooth effect but not stick straight look that my hair actually looks better? Who knew? It literally cuts my hairstyling time in half! And I get to keep the volume and body my hair naturally has...it's making me so much happier....well hairwise. I'm still kinda over the dark hair look...but I really don't want to fry my hair or cut it and so looks like I'm gonna be a dark haired lady for a while.
*Sidenote: It is super weird for me to think that I have always considered myself a blonde, even when it's dark and Olivia has really only known me as a brunette. It's super strange to think that someone as important as my daughter has never seen me as nature intended. Well not entirely true my hair was blonde when she was born and stayed that way for the first 3 months of her life. I remember she was kinda wigged out when I came home with dark hair...but she was super little and I still smelled like her "meals on wheels" and in her baby mind that's all she needed to know.
2. It's almost Halloween. I love Halloween. I mean I have never been all that big on dressing up, well at least not since like 6th grade. But I just love the time of year, who doesn't? I was thinking that in my younger more carefree days, ie like 2 years ago before Olivia was born, I would have like a mini movie marathon during the month of October. I LOVE SCARY MOVIES! Even the bad ones! I would watch a different scary movie every night of the month! This actually started with my roommate Jmo about 8 years ago....WHOA 8 years ago!!!! I wanna do this again, even if it's by myself and we are already 8 days deep into October.....being a Momma makes this sort of thing kinda hard...but we'll see maybe I can start late and at least squeeze in some good horror movies! Too bad I have long since lost any real contact with Jmo, besides Facebook. But again this is my fault I tend to be a hard person to be friends with unless you live with me or I see you everyday like maybe a coworker. I think I have some social anxiety issues but again it's not something I really care too much to do anything about...I have never been one who needed a lot of friends.
3. Okay I have not worn makeup regularly in quite some time. I have pretty good skin, at least on my face, Ha! I mean besides looking extremely pale all the time I have an even complexion and when I do wear makeup I don't tend to look much different than when I don't. Also I only really see Olivia all day and she doesn't care and Mitch doesn't like makeup anyway. Also I am lazy. Also I think that I have forgotten how to apply makeup, if I was ever that skilled to begin with, which I probably was not. Mascara tends to be the only thing I will try to wear...so I at least look like I have eyelashes. Since I am not naturally dark haired I have lighter eyelashes so putting on mascara really does make a difference. So anyway what I have taken a long time to get to is that since I don't wear makeup I don't really see the need to wash my face other than when I am showering. But lately I have felt inspired to wash my face at night and run toner over it. Why? Who knows. But here is what I am noticing. My skin looks worse when I "care" for it. All these facial products claim to help your skin but I feel like it's hurting mine....how does this make sense? I mean I hardly ever break out, like maybe a pimple around that time of the month once in a while. And it tends to not even be anything as serious to even call it a pimple or zit...it's like what Nozema or Clean & Clear or Neutrogena would call a "blemish". Something had I left it alone would go away...but I like to mess with those slightly raised bumps until they end up a zit. And the thought that my teenaged self or even young adult self would consider leaving the house without makeup or not washing my face morning noon and night a fate worse than death is really laughable at this point in my life. Oh young Emily, what a silly girl you were!
4. I am super obsessed with "The Tudors". A warning to any family members reading this...you would not like this show. I mean you would like this show, cause it's super super good, but not "clean" as you would prefer. When I first started watching it someone said "Oh that's such a sexy show"...and that is exactly the right word for it....it is truly sexy! Not like there is some torrid sex scene in every episode....okay maybe every other episode (Wink)...but it's not all about sex that makes it "SEXY"...It's got beautiful costumes and beautiful people and just....well it's nice looking I guess. And it makes me remember why I loved all the AP history classes I took in highschool, why history was my favorite subject. Then I remembered why all the passion for history died...Sierra College. Oh I took a European history class there with who can remember the name of the teacher and it was sooooooooooo BORING!!!! DRY!!!!! BLEH!!!!!!!!! History is really about who teaches it. I had a great history teacher in High School. And not that this "Tudors" show is historically accurate all the time....but enough to remember that crazy shiz went down and goes down all the time and people tend to be the same no matter what the time in history. I LITERALLY CANNOT STOP WATCHING THIS SHOW!!!!!!! Check it out...well if you can handle the occasionally boob, bum or steamy make-out sessions. Annie, don't go near this ;)
5. Being a mother can involve a lot of guilt. Maybe I should make her something that isn't mac and cheese....but she will eat mac and cheese, she never eats anything! Maybe I shouldn't let her watch so much NickJr....but what else I am supposed to do when I just don't feel like moving because I stayed up too late watching "The Tudors". Urghhhhh is that her waking up from her nap...I'll just pretend I don't hear her until she gets really loud. I should be better about brushing her teeth....but she freaks out when I try to get her mouth open. Crap I didn't write down the exact date she got her teeth in her babybook....I'll just put down the closest guesstimate. I have not printed out one picture of her for a photo album....well I have thousands of pics saved on my computer...what if it crashed and I lost the files? Urghhh I really feel like I am doing the best I can on most days and then some days I feel like I could do better, and then I just feel like I am not being honest with myself when I think I am doing okay. Being a parent is hard...who knew?
Okay that's enough of the nothings...have you even read this far?
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