Judo-chop!

So I did it. I chopped off my hair. I haven't had short hair since God knows when. It's called the post-wedding chop, or PWC for short. I had to do it.
Here is a picture before.


Yea, I know. A hot mess. That is winterish time. Imagine how crazy it is during the summer. Not pretty.

Here is the PWC:


Eeee! It's a big change, but I'm willing to give it a shot! Now, I just have to figure out what to do with all my hair ties....

1,2,3,4...

Today I have been married for a month. It feels like yesterday! I have never been more happy in my life! C makes me giggle and smile each and every day. I hope 50 years from now he is still doing the same thing!

Here are some of my favorite pics from the day. They are courtesy of Forever Yesterday Photography. Check her out. She does FABULOUS work!







I loved everything about the wedding! It couldn't have been more wonderful!

Confessions of a spendaholic

I have a little confession to make. I own a fancy dancy cappuccino maker, but I'm lazy and the 2.2 seconds it would take to put the cup in the machine would require me to wake up 5 mins early. I'm lazy folks. I really really am. You are lucky if I do something with my hair. It's often in a ponytail because I'm too lazy to try to do something to it. Ugh.

Anyway, on my long ass commute (that's an exaggeration, it takes 20 mins) to work, I manage to stop at the drive through DD or Starbucks for coffee and a bagel daily. It's so bad that they know me. It's also convenient because lazy me doesn't have to get out of the car. Score!

Today however I had a wake up call. I spend about $4 a day on breakfast. $4! That is $120 a month! What the heck?! The hubby and I are trying desperately to save and I being a selfish jackass by spending like this. I am going to try desperately to cut back. Perhaps with all the money saved I can buy shoes! Oooo good plan!

Wish me luck!

My cup of tea!

OMG I love these!

Paper plates that are biodegradable?! Uh YES PLEASE! I love anything that is enviromentally friendly and that doesn't require me to do dishes :)


Source

I'll totally host Turkey day with these!

Beam me up Scotty!

I love ModCloth. LOVE. My lovely cousin Christy got me hooked on them and I've never looked back. I love things such as this:

Or this:

(This becomes coasters. I know! I die! So stinkin' CUTE!)


Anyway, I am not a fan of this:


Really?! It reminds me of the guy from Reading Rainbow that was also in Star Trek. Now, this got me thinking. If people wear funky headbands, there must be crazy hair styles out there. Oh, was I in for a treat!




What the HECK!?!?!?!? HAHAHAHAHHAHA. I shall no longer complain about my crazy hair. If you hear me whine, smack me with the fourth guy from the rights hand. M'kay, thanks.

Something "bugging" me

I am normally a kind, loving soul. I don't kill bugs. When my students freak out that there is a spider, etc in the class I pick it up and take it outside. Yes, I'm that obsessed.

So imagine my dismay when out and about this weekend I get attacked by mosquitos. So bad so that my hand swelled up to two times it's normal size. The doctor said it is nothing to worry about, so I said ok. Last night I got eaten alive and this morning I have a friggin' blister! Something is definitely wrong with me.

The husband and I have come to some determinations as to why I get bitten and he doesn't.

1. I don't eat meat. One would think that a creature would applaud my selflessness and say thank you for not killing our species so let us thank you by not biting you. However, these dang mosquitos don't think that way. I hate them.

2. Could it be my lotion? I thought this, so yesterday I didn't put anything on, not even deoderant. (It was hot, not a pleasant experience). Yet, my arm is red and looks like I got beaten and my feet are bumpy. That thought process? Fail.

3. Vendetta. In an effort to keep these mama jammas under control I bought a bug zapper. This zapper scares the bejeezes out of me because it lets out a loud zap and sparks fly. (I may exaggerating slightly). Perhaps the bugs are out to get me? That was a bad plan...

For those of you that know me, you know one of my biggest fears is having a My Girl moment. I'm allergic to bees. Now I'm allergic to mosquitos too?!? What the heck? I am, from this moment forward, going to live in a bubble.

Turn that frown upside down...

I've been an emotional wreck this past week. I was talking to C about it and told him I don't know what's wrong with me. I don't know if it's post-wedding blues, the fact that it's been hotter than Hades, or just the fact that I haven't really had any unwind time since the wedding. In an attempt to self diagnosis my problem (I'm a doc yo!) this isn't an uncommon problem. Please see below:

Post wedding blues, also known as bridal depression or post wedding depression, is common among women who may commonly romanticize the institution of marriage. In post wedding depression, following the wedding day, many brides fall into a deep depression when faced with the reality that "THE" day has come and gone and now settling into married life, as the role of a wife, is a lifelong committement. For some women, this may seem depressing as it closes the chapter on a part of her life and begins a new unchartered path. It is during this period that many women will turn to their mother figure or a very close friend as a confidante to express concerns. While these two individuals may have been supportive during the wedding preparation process, discussing fears and sadness, over the nuptials, should not be discussed with mom or friends. Because these individuals may also be suffering a sense of "loss", they may not offer the most objective advice or comfort during this transition period of the bride.

Say wha?! Here's where I disagree. My mom and friends are fab. If I wanna complain to them, they are super about listening. They get it. So there. Also, I'm not "settling" into married life as this caption says. Have you ever looked up settle in the dictionary? (Yes, I still use a dictionary). To settle: to sink to the bottom, as sediment. I'm not sinking. I'm rejoicing. So instead of settling for married life, I'm embracing it. I'm looking forward to the new chapter that is before me.

I never needed a ring to prove to me that C was committed. It was a nice touch. I also don't look at marriage as an institution. I see it as a relief. You have that assurance that you know that person has your back 110% and isn't going anywhere. In an instution they lock you up! No ball and chains here folks! I guess what I'm saying is this. I don't know why I'm depressed. I have so many adventures in my new life to look forward to. If I can't plan another wedding then perhaps I can start by planning our future. That is something to totally be excited about.