Monday, March 26, 2012

365 days 70-73

Confession: my favorite tee was accessorized by the Dude's nose before 9am.  I did not change my shirt.
When church was over, all I wanted to do was climb in bed and hide under the covers.  So I did.  Staying in Wisconsin is good for a few reasons, but staying in our ward where there are so few active folks to go around that the few active folks have to be REALLY active... is not easy.   The not-so-active folks all need so much help and there is always so much to do that I'm not even aware of - I feel like I'm failing at my own calling and everything else all the time.  I wish I could turn it all off and be all "whatevs, I gots my own stuff to do.  Catch me up laterz when yous got your stuff together and we'll eat ice creams.  Till then ima gonna be here, showing up to stuff and stuff."
But today is a new day.  Literally - the husband started his new job today and thus will be coming home over an hour later than usual.  This commute really scares me.  I hope he doesn't hit a cow.  Also, I curled my hairs.

Speaking of hairs, I was Skyping with my mom yesterday and in between the Dude and Solei screaming, I heard her yelling back something about cutting my hair.  I admit, it's long.  It just keeps growing.  And I can't get it cut because I HAVE to get it highlighted and that takes forEVER because the chick who does my hair needs no less than 3 smoke breaks in between dong a nice job on my hair and telling me how she plans to fight off the zombie apocalypse.

You think I'm kidding.

Anywho, if I just got a cut, it would cut off the highlights I have and my natural hair color would be framing my face.  And my natural hair color makes me look like I have the flu.  So I HAVE to get highlights, but when on earth would I get at least 3 uninterrupted hours during the workday all to myself, hmmm??  So I'm waiting until some makeover show breaks down my door and says they are taking matters into their own hands and performing an exorcism on my hairs.


Jane said...

Duuuude. We have got to have some talks this summer, compare notes. I have a doozy of a story for you!

Morgan -Ing said...

Church + Wisconsin = HARD. It's one of the reasons I don't think we'll ever go back (voluntarily). It's exhausting. There is SO much need. It's not bad to serve, no, not bad, but exhausting.

Heidi said...

I cried all the way home from church on Sunday. For pretty much exactly the same reasons that you wanted to crawl into bed and never come out. Sundays can really be quite exhausting, can't they?

HEAR YE. I need to document the fact that I ran 3 miles and didn't feel like death.  So just to make sure it wasn't a fluke, I did...