I’m trying to decide what to do with my hair. I had the cute Katie Holmes style, but I am growing it out. I want it long – ponytail long – again. The problem is my bangs. I haven’t had a haircut since the beginning of July. And at this point, they aren’t long enough to be “side swept” but they are too long to wear down. Do I trim them? Or suffer until they are long enough, knowing that I currently look like Cousin It?
The gym is a great place to people watch. Especially at my gym where it’s the Senior Citizens Social Club. Yesterday morning I observed a woman walking around in short shorts and a mesh sports bra. At least I am assuming it was mesh. I saw it from the backside and most of it was covered by her backfat rolls. Please, please put a shirt on, lady. You aren’t going to be picking up any balding hotties in that get up.
I have finally decided to go clothes shopping. I have put it off for awhile. But I can no longer keep the maternity pants up. Which is a good thing, HOWEVER…I hate the size I have to buy. I could squeeze into a smaller size but a muffin top and camel toe are not the looks I am going for. So, I will resort to buying what fits. Not what I WANT to fit. *Sigh*
Carson is going for his 3 month check up today. Hubby and I placed bets (no money will change hands…) on how much he weighs. I am putting it in writing:
ME: 12 pounds 14 oz HUBBY: 13 pounds 2 oz
I’ll let you know who is closer. And he has to get a shot today (Carson, not Hubby) so I figured I would drag Avery along and get her a flu shot. She was supposed to go yesterday. Then I had a brillant IDEA to schedule them at the same time. What the fuck was I thinking? Taking BOTH kids to get shots at the same time. Sometimes I really am a dumbass mother who is short on time and is saving herself the extra trip to the doctor’s office.
This morning a SMART bus pulled right out in front of me. I mean SMACK DAB in front of me. Apparently the bus company is SMART enough to give anyone a job.
I love to sing. Loudly. In the car. In the house. I suck. Can’t carry a tune to save my life. But I sound like the winner of American Idol in my head. That’s all that matters, right?
Happy Hump Day all!