Home, Sweet Home.

Ohhhh, hello.
Missed my little blog land.

...and everything is so different.
Blogger got a new-do.
I like it.

Mexico was L O V E L Y and I have so much to tell you.
Figure I'll do one day at a time,
instead of a massive tourist-y post with pictures.

Day one, tomorrow.
Be prepared.

Following the Leader.

Hellllo, Paige Mac.
Love new followers.

Extensions, part 2.

I got desperate.
I took a picture of a picture, so you could see.
THESE are my extensions. Ta-da.
Worth the wait? Probably not.
But my OCD feels much better.

Mother Nature.

My mom is growing birds in her flower pot.
How stinkin' cute is this?!

Following the Leader.

Hellllllo, Chloe.
My new lil' follower.

Not to be confused with
famous-blogger-Chloe who is also a follower.

I don't think they are the same person. Although they may be, because I can't figure out blogger enough to check out their bio and such. All the sudden I've become computer illiterate.
[So illiterate that I tried to spell it a-l-l-i-t-e-r-a-t-e.]

Eh, Blame it on summer break.

Anyway,
Hey Chloe. Thanks for following me.
I apologize for the lack of excitement in my posts.
I've been a bad blogger lately.

Again, blame it on summer break.

Sicky Pants.

My tummy does not feel well.
and when I don't feel well, I'm SUCH a wuss.

Mother's Day.

Happy Mother's Day to my dear, sweet, Mommy.

She's been my rock, support,
love and guidance my entire life.
And for that, I'm eternally grateful.

Love you, Mom.

Happy day.

Extensions.

I bought some extensions today.
They are in right now.
But my camera is throwing a temper tantrum,
and I'm not able to upload the pictures.

Just wanted to ruin the surprise.

Confession: The Ring.

I have a confession:
Sometimes I wear the ring Josh gave me.
It's pathetic and ridiculous, I know.

But, sometimes it makes me smile.

And not many people know the history behind the ring,
so to them, it's just a ring. They won't judge.

Yesterday, I wore it.

Forgot I had it on, and Josh text me.
Invited me to hang out with his friends and I went.

His friend, for some reason, pointed it out.
Asked to see my ring. Who does that?
He didn't know the history. Why was he being nosey?

So, of course, Josh looked.
Awkward.

He gave me a face.
I turned red.
Wanted to run in the bathroom and hide.

Ugh.
Of all the nights I chose to wear the damn ring.

Daddy Dreams.

I woke up in actual tears this morning.
I dreamt about my dad last night.

Only, he hadn't passed away. He was living far away but was in town visiting. In my dream, though, he didn't tell me he was in town. Somehow, I found out. And my heart sunk when I heard.

Disappointed, again, by my dad.
How could he not tell me?

He was still doing drugs and he was still seeing Kim. He had relapsed and not doing well. He was staying with my Grandpa and I called Gramps in a fuss, trying to talk to my dad. I had never talked to him, in 23 years of my life.

In my dream, I imagined what I might say. How I might act. How HE might act. I remember being upset and sad. I remember being let down. He got on the phone, but I can't remember our conversation.

That happens often when I dream about my dad.
I can never remember the parts of him, specifically.
Just that he was there.

I do remember being let down and disappointed. I remember crying and waiting for him to come over. I remember him not showing. ...and then I woke up. And cried.

Maybe this is how my life would be, if he were still here. Upset and crying. Constantly longing for my dad. And constantly being let down.

Maybe.

Aunt Linda.

My lovely auntie joined the blog world.
She blogs as a mother and needs advice,
help and words of encouragement.

I'm not much help, but maybe you can be.

Click here, and send her your love.

Weight Watchers.

In case you were wondering:
I've lost 20 pounds since Josh and I broke up.

T W E N T Y.

From 140 to 120.

Bow-chicka-wow-wow.

Spazmatics.

I apologize for the 888 posts in one hour,
but I'm playing catch up.

PLEASE tell me you've seen the Spazmatics.
Anyone? Anyone? ...Bueller?

Welp, it's a must.
An 80's band.
SO ridiculous and SO great.
Sounds just like the original.
Plus, they dance.
AND it makes ME dance.
Which is always a good time.
Even when I look ridiculous.




If I have any advice to give,
it's to visit Liquid Joes in SLC on Saturday nights.
You can drink, or you can not. I had a B L A S T and was sober. So, alcohol is totally optional. Spazmatics, however, is not an option. It's a must.

...and that's my rant.

Summer Dreams.

Motto for the summer.

So, I'm sky diving. Going to Mexico. Seeing a play in New York.

Driving to California.
Gambling in Vegas.

AND, riding an elephant.
...If I can find one.

White Knots.

My day off tomorrow will be spent making White Knots.
Let me know if you want one.

Thanks, Chloe, for letting me know about this.
Love the idea.