Sunday, February 16, 2014

Too Good Not To Blog About It.....

So..... Here's the thing:
I know I have been pretty much absent for the past year or two (sorry y'all)..... But I do think about this little blog of mine quite a bit.  Honestly, I feel like there is alot pressure out there to be someone that is generating money from a blog, or doing FAB giveaways, or presenting beautiful pictures on each and every post, etc... and you know what? That just isn't me.  The thought of it makes me feel like a hot mess!  I am pretty much your average picture taker (lots of blurriness) love the job that I have outside of my home and if I have the chance to provide any awesome giveaways I promise to let you all know, after I have decided if I want to keep the prizes for myself or not (kidding... kinda)  My focus is on my faith, my family and just alot of really swell laughter!  Belly laughter!  So, if you are ok with simple... You have come to the right place!  WELCOME!  Thank you SO MUCH for visiting!!!

Now, without further ado... I give you my latest story.  Something I like to call:

"She is now named Carrot Top"
Saturday (yesterday... duh!) began like any normal day.  My husband was admiring me (or so I like to think... just go with it) in the kitchen, and asked out of the blue "Hey Marge, has your AARP card come in the mail yet?"  (Translation: You have ALOT of gray hair!!!!!) This sent me into a frenzy of going back and forth to the bathroom to inspect, running back into the kitchen and saying "It is NOT that bad!  Is it?"  back into the bathroom.... yelling "OMGeeeeeee! I am an old gray mare!" back into the kitchen "WHAT?  It isn't that bad!" and then out the door to go and buy a box of Clariol to cover up the hideous grays.  Fast forward about 30 minutes and que the screaming!!!!  The dye had done a few things:
  1. Not covered my gray hair. Seriously!?
  2. Left a large portion of my head the same color that I started with.
  3. The rest of my head was the color orange!  DARK ORANGE. 
This is the color my hair was.
Fast forward another 30 minutes and there I sit at the salon pleading with them to fix what I had so badly done!  For reals!!!!  The poor little girl that was assigned to me even had to go and get her boss so they could consult their plan of attack.  This is never a good thing people.
In the end they had to color my hair a VERY dark brownish red.  (Traslation: dark red.)
Carrot top and I look like we were separated at birth.  Long lost brother and sister.  SERIOUSLY!
Lesson learned? YES!  My own plan of attack?  Embrace the situation, or course!  I painted my nails dark red and have repeatedly said "It's just hair!"  (whatever makes you feel better, right?!)  FYI: my daughter, ever the diva, noticed my nails instantly - she took one look at them and said, "Oh!  Your nails match your hair mama!!!!"
Feeling. The. Love.



  1. You are probably about the funniest girl I know. But just some words of wisdom and from experience Never Ever Ever use box haircolor!!
    Love Ya Kid!!!!

  2. O I'm so excited to see it at work!

  3. Ah! I am so excited to see you back!!! I've missed you and your fun stories! Post pictures of you and your new hair--I'm sure you look fabulous! XOXOXO


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