Salutations, oh people of the world wide web! (Side note: I just now, as in right this moment, realized that the www of www.whatever.com comes from world wide web. Is this common knowledge?? I am dumb.) Anywho. I present unto you a missive containing my deepest thoughts regarding the following:
1. My husband's birfday celebrations.
2. Why skiing is the wold's most glorious sport.
3. My decision to attend cosmetology school.
Buckle in, y'all, it's gonna be a long one.
Cary turned 26! That old fart. Cary is not really a big birthday guy, but I LOVE birthdays. Thus all of the cheesy excited faces in the following photos:
For Cary's birthday lunch, we went to a really delicious pizza place in our neighborhood. So scrumptious. And our pizza had no green things on it, because it was Cary's birthday.
3. I started hair school this week. 1 week down, 51 to go. Good grief. So far it's been... alright. I enjoy the actual learning and hands on practice, but it is so far mostly an exercise in learning to control my eye-rolling reflexes. Paul Mitchel THE School (don't even think about just calling it Paul Mitchell) has some, ahem, interesting beliefs and requirements. For example, we are not allowed to use the word bangs, they are called "fringe". We don't make mistakes, we make "learning discoveries". You don't wash someone's hair, you have a "wash house experience." And they are so serious about all this nonsense. Everyone takes themselves so dang seriously! It's hair school, people! Not exactly medical school here. Being a 23 year old married woman who doesn't drink, smoke, have tattoos, or have multiple body piercings really puts me in the minority in the hair school student demographic (as does knowing the word demographic... ha. That was mean). But aside from all of my grumblings, I'm learning a lot, everyone has been fairly pleasant so far, and I'm sure it'll be just dandy. Hey look at my up-dos (oh wait, I mean "up-styles") that I've made and tell me I'm totally radical.
I really struggled with the decision to go to hair school. As you are probably aware, I've spent the last year frantically trying to decide on a path for my life. Getting pregnant seemed like the answer to so many prayers, and losing that pregnancy really rocked my world. I felt completely turned upside down. During that brief pregnancy, I missed the deadline for a few programs I was considering applying to. After some pretty tough weeks of feeling purposeless and with Cary's trips and deployments looming, I knew I just really needed to do something to get out of the house and feel productive. So, here we are. And of course, 2 days after I started hair school, I got an e-mail about my dream job that I applied for several months ago, asking me to interview. Argh. I am feeling a little more than anxious to get down the road several years and see the wisdom in His timing. I know that God has a plan for me, but I won't lie, it's a little difficult to see right now. Hopefully I'm finally on the right track with this hair school thing, but you might want to buy up some stock in Haagen Dazs just in case.
Oh and hey! Guess what else?? My super awesome friend Nichole runs a sweet couponing blog at GoodDealDivas.com and she had a giveaway for this great Coach bag, and I won! It came in the mail a few days ago, and it was like extended Christmas! Hot dog!