Saturday, April 12, 2014

Not Much Goin' On Here

I've been dying to cut my hair lately.  Every time I feel like I need to, I go through all the reasons I shouldn't:
     1. My hair has never really looked as good short as it does long.
     2. If I hate it, it will take YEARS to get as long as I like again.
     3. I can't do anything with it when it's short.
     4. Anton will freak out if I cut it as short as I actually want to... and by freak out, I mean for real get mad.
     5. I've never let it grow past my butt, and wouldn't that be cool to see?

It's like I'm a recovering addict of cutting my own hair... is that a thing?  Anton says Mom warned him about this before we got married, but he didn't really understand until he witnessed me breaking down about it.

Well, I satisfied my hankering for change by rearranging my bedroom.  Anton said no, every time I suggested it, but I did it when he was gone and now he loves it.  :-)

Also, I'm not going out with a bang with the afterschool kids because they decided to hire me for real.  Which means I get paid for something, finally.  AND this is the highest paying job I've ever had!  The degree pays off!  Or working for a government-funded school program pays off...
Did I mention I'm a graduate?  Yay!

Anyway, I've decided laser eye surgery is in my somewhat-near future.  Contacts are incredibly irritating, so I usually wear my glasses, which seriously messes with my depth perception.  Like... I sometimes hit myself in the face when I open my car door (or any door, but the car door gives me the nastier bruises).  And run into walls (just the corners).  And miss steps when going up or down a stairway (but only when people are watching).

And because I'm usually wearing my glasses when these things happen, they're kind of bent up, so they fall off my face every time I look down (or run into something), which is where I'm usually looking because I'm trying not to trip.  It's a little frustrating.
I went to get them fixed so they would fit on my face again... the same day I got them back, I got whacked in the head by a cupboard door that came out of nowhere.

1 comment:

  1. I've seriously thought about the laserr eye surgery. Just an fyi though, you have to be 21, your eyesight can't have changed in the last year or 6 months, and when I was pregnant with Joey my eyesight changed pretty noticeably (and permanently). And it costs about 3 thousand dollars (which isn't too hefty if you get a big tax return). I want contacts, but they're 300 bucks a year for me (although our insurance would pay about half of that and mine are only expensive because I have astigmatism in both eyes). And if the laser surgery doesn't fix your eyesight completely, you can't really wear contacts very well. My dad had it done in his late thirties and it worked perfectly for him.

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