The Pony

This week I have been rocking the pony. It's easy, low manipulation and did I mention easy? I've decided to stretch the flat iron as long as I possibly can to limit the amount of heat I use. Wash and deep condition will be this weekend.

Too Funny

3:18p

If you look closely at this picture, you'll realze that the "ripped" guy HAS NO BELLY BUTTON. So funny. I hope people don't really believe these adds.

Eventually, I will talk about salt. Life has trumped hair at this point in time.

RIP MJ

August 29, 1958 – June 25, 2009

Making Sense of it All

12:49p

I've never been one who is good at handling life when life happens. I'm analytical. I have to analyze everything. I have to make sense of things before I can even begin to deal with anything.

This past weekend in my life has been one of the most jarring and most life altering weekends in my life. I've learned how valuable life is and how much I need to protect the things closest to me. I think I've led a pretty sheltered life. And that's the life I want to give my daughters.

I want them to learn lessons, but I don't want them to be exposed to this world and all the evil that lays in wait for them.

I am grateful that things weren't worse. And in turn, I have motivation to make things different. To challenge things that I can't live with rather than staying quiet and suffering silently.

That is what life does. It changes you and shapes you. As I grow older, I feel so much wiser than I did even a short year ago.

I can't say that I enjoyed every step of the way, but I did learn so much on my journey so far.

Excuses

3:31p

I am full of them.

I used to work well under pressure. When it was down to the wire. When I had to produce or else.

That doesn't work so well for me now. Things begin to crumble around me due to my procrastination and inability to DO instead of thinking about doing. Not literally, mind you. I have been maintaining and keeping things in order in my life. But my head --my mental that is-- is in shambles.

One side of my brain is thinking about this grad school application that I need to finish --I'm a writer--so why is the essay so hard for me to complete? And this so-called novel? Will I ever type those two sweet words --the end?

When it comes to me and the things I want to do, I tend to have an extremely hard time getting done. My mind clouds up and seizes like an epileptic.

I'm not quite sure how to pull myself out of this rut that I'm in when it comes to chasing my dreams. Hopefully I'll figure it out.

I've given myself until September 1 for both things -- application {only because it's due on that date!} and novel {first draft}

Wish me luck.

Oh and by the way-- those hands? Those are mine. Typing neither grad school essay nor novel.