I pinned this and put it under "Must Try" because seriously -- her hair looks SO CUTE and I want my hair to look like this:
And I can TOTALLY do that ya'll. So, I tried it.
Step 1: Start with wet hair. Me post workout shower [disregard the red face -- I look like my blood pressure is that of a 300 lb man in his late 40s really high after a run] with wet hair.
Step 2: Put mousse in hair, tie hair up in paper towel "curlers" rrrrreeeeaaaalllly tight. Sleep uncomfortably on back all night because said paper towel curlers are too tight. Wake up the next morning really excited -- you gonna be FABULOUS dah-ling [or so I thought]. I know I don't look excited but this is at 5:30 in the morning -- this is as excited as it gets.
Step 3: Take "curlers" out of hair and FREAK THE F OUT when you realize the curls are WWW***AAA***YYY too tight... Ok...um...that worked a little TOO well. Maybe I need to just run my fingers through it. Yeah, I'll run my fingers …
Dr. Allen, DC 4/5 of our marriage has been spent working towards this day. To say we are excited would be a great understatement. I can't even put into words how excited/happy/scared/proud/relieved, etc, etc, etc we are. There just are no words. Jason has worked tirelessly towards this goal. Countless hours of studying. Sacrificing time with me and the kids. And all the work he put in advertising and recruiting patients into the clinic. Personal training early mornings and late nights to help makes ends meet. And I think of all the sacrifice we've made as a family. Living in a townhouse and then a tiny apartment. I've been the primary provider and a mostly single parent during some stages. And a constant cheerleader and standing behind pushing. We've both been pushing uphill for what seems like forever towards this goal. And we've made it. Not to discount his hard work, because he was the one who really accomplished this goal but I like to think we accomplished this …
I’m having a
panic attack. These stupid meds are killing me. I hate them. Stick with it,
stick with it, stick with it. I know it’s the meds. I just have to get through
this and relax for a couple weeks. I hate this job. It’s not even that bad it’s
just HORRIBLY boring. I don’t want to do this every day. I appreciate learning
the process and gaining experience but it’s not what I like to do. I don’t even
like accounting that much to begin with but there are aspects I like and I know
it. The pay is killing me. I need money. I can’t continue to be completely
broke before the first week of the month is over. Collections calls ringing all
day. I’m applying to jobs like crazy. I’m trying so hard. I’m just going to
keep pushing forward. Keep. Pushing. Forward. I hate that I wanted a life with
Jason. That I was too blind to realize what he was. That I was ok with him even
from the very beginning when I knew better. Why didn’t I want better things for
myself? Seeing him makes me want to vomit.…