I’m ready for my close up…

Yesterday I tried a new stylist since my regular one is on her honeymoon. 

Unfortunately, I ended up with a bad haircut. By the way, there’s no hiding a bad haircut–when you have SHORT hair. And for some inexplicable reason the stylist (who’d endlessly complimented my hair texture) decided to leave most of my head with less than an inch of hair all round–barely enough to pinch. She did however, kindly leave me a small fringe in front and wisps near my ear lobes. So I kind of still look like a girl.

After viewing the damage in the salon mirror, I did something that in a previous life I would’ve never done. I summoned a brave smile, swallowed my disappointment that the outcome looked nothing like the magazine picture that I’d given her, and I tipped her. She’d given it her best shot, afterall, and we did have a wonderful chat, so I also gave her an extra fond hug since it’d be my last visit.

When I got home and looked again in bathroom the mirror I was again saddened…and overwhelmed with helplessness. I’d just started a new job in a conservative industry 5 weeks ago!

My 4 year old son gave me a hug and said “Mom your hair smells good and I like the way it feels!” My 6 year old daughter took one look at my head, saw my red eyes and instinctively said “Mom, I like your hair!” Then she too hugged me.

I cheered up.

Although I rarely wear earrings, I decided to try on a bold pair that I’d never worn. Then I rimmed by eyes with black eyeliner, from a makeup set that I’d receieved as a gift last year but had never used. The effect was a little Annabella from Bow Wow Wow-ish (circa early ’80’s.)

At the end of the day, bad hair cut or not–it is still me. So I scooped up my adorable tribe and exited the building. After all it was a great day out.

Game on: Twenty Wishes

About a year ago I read a book called the Happiness Project by Gretchen Rubin. It inspired me to do little things that weren’t necessarily pleasureable but led to greater happiness, such as, meditating while waiting for traffic or the cashier at the store, making the time to do things I enjoyed but spent little time on, like playing with my children.

The book also inspired me to make resolutions including seeking a new role at my company, pay off all my debts ($50k worth in a year), move closer to family, exercise one hour daily, and get to know the community in which I live better. All these I have done successfully even though prior to reading the book I thought some things on my list nearly impossible to achieve. Once I became more mindful of these things somehow, I achieved them. In fact, I learned that success in one resolution led to success in another!

Recently, I finished reading a book called “Twenty Wishes” by Debbie Macomber. It has now inspired me to create a list of twenty things that I’ve always wanted to do but never found the time or courage and things I used to enjoy but stopped doing for some reason. So far, I’ve ten things on my list including falling in love, learning Spanish, visiting Paris, learning to knit to name a few.

I am so excited about this challenge! One thing that I noticed about the book was that at the beginning of the challenge each fictional character, like myself, had doubts about achieving their wishes. Yet they each took a single step towards success, and challenged themselves at a point where they might’ve walked away.

Ultimately, they all got their wishes.

I expect to also.

Holy Crap!

Chew on this… About a year ago I began eating only food resembling their natural state–so no pre-packaged foods.

What I’ve noticed is that during the time that I was eating pre-packaged foods, I was lucky if I eliminated every other day.

Now that I eat only unprocessed foods, I eliminate at least 3 times a day.

TMI… I know, but I care. Really.

Mini-resolutions

1.Indulge the children with experiences vs. things.
2. Income should exceed expenses–weekly.
3. Dance like a teenage girl.
4. Maintain stability.
5.Quit reading troll boards.
6. Do not settle.
7. Buy organic.
8. Declutter, clean, and organize.
9. Pursue excellence.
10. Accept help.
11.Let the children…be children.
12. Set boundaries–no exceptions.
13. Fully embrace my free spirit.
14.Learn to say no–without guilt.
15. Focus on what I have–avoid gratuitious consumption.
16. Be accepting without judgment.
17. Get out there.
18. Breathe mindfully.
19. Explore different options.
20. Engage all 5 senses.

Send in the clowns

I spent Valentine’s day with a clown with big feet. You know what they say about men with big feet don’tcha?

It was a spur of the moment thing but what the hey?

The Chick-fil-a location near me offers free kids meals on Tuesdays and they had a clown entertaining the children and making characters out of balloons and giving these creations away for free. Tons of parents and giddy children were there!

The children and I had a blast.

However, the clown did take a much needed break to ask me and my friend whether our husbands were so cheap that they sent us to Chick-fil-A for dinner on V’day. We both admitted that we had none.

Luckily, none of the couples who were having dinner there overheard him.

Because…he was a nice clown.

Ain’t nothin’ but a candy…

I’ve learned that women can be jerks too.

You know the ones who try to play “the okie doke.” For example, the “friend” who asks you to pick her daughter up from after care to be retrieved an hour or so later from your home but doesn’t until four and a half hours later (i.e. after 10pm on a school night). The reward for inconveniencing you and your perfect children? “You would save my life!”

Then 2 weeks later, said friend approaches you again for similar favor, but this time with a twist. Not only does she want you to pick her daughter up from after care, but now she wants to drop said child off at your home at 7am to catch the school bus at 8:05am. So that friend, can travel out of state, for a business meeting that she “thinks”she’ll be returning from on the same day. Afterall, I would be such a life saver!!!

No matter, that she knows I’d have drive all of the children to the daycare to drop my son off before even tackling the school bus.

I told friend that while I empathized with her situation–like herself, being a single parent and all, I couldn’t handle three children in the morning under such time constraints and recommended that she pay the $40 before care fee for the day. As a show of goodwill, I offered to help her with after care pick up if she was willing to observe my pick up guidelines.

Her rigid back the next day made it clear that she did not expect such a response from a lifesaver.

I guess I’m not that sweet.