To chop.... or not to chop.... (*dying sounds*)

So, there are many occasions where I hate being a girl. Don't get excited - I am not looking to be a BOY with all their friggidy-diggidyness, but some things aren't at ALL fair to us glorious women creatures. AM I RIGHT, LADIES? The whole carrying-a-baby, pushing-a-watermelon-out-a-hole-the-size-of-a-chapstick-tube, monthly happy hour thing..... not so crazy about.

One of the things on my hate-the-drama-girl list is the problem of hair. If I had it my way, we would all be bald, beautiful, shiny people. Boys can live in that world. They never have to worry about these things, and they just get to play with mud.

I try to be pretty un-dramatic, anti-girl (oh wait....) but HAIR is one thing I will never get a handle on. I have never liked my hair since the day after I got married. Never worried or hardly cared about it too much before that. But then the hair got old the minute I hurtled myself over the altar. I have had many wonderful friends and family, especially Julie and April, who have cut and helped with the hair. I always love the haircut- for like 2 weeks, or right after THEY style it and do it. And then it's back to the same old I-wanna-break-the-mirror-everytime-I-look-in-it crap. What is the deal? Is it just crazy diddly me or am I yet to find the right haircut for my big old face?

So I find myself in a freak-out-being-a-girl moment. I almost went and hacked all the hair off on my lunch break. The person I see in the mirror is definitely some lunatic that I don't know anything about. I have been growing my hair out over the last 9 months. The longer it gets, the more I hate it. It's in the stupid in-between stage of dumbness, and I keep thinking the longer it gets, the more I'll like it. Or will I hate it more and regret it?? I'm not so good at doing the hair and so is it worse to go short?
I am very lucky to be married to a wonderful, playing-in-the-mud-kind-of-boy, that always tells me he loves me and I'm beautiful to him no matter what. But he's a liar too. He will never help me with the hair question.

So I am pleading, begging, on my knees, tears in my eyes, and with GIRL drama, to ask for your input. To chop.... or not to chop.... that is the question!! And-I-promise-not-to-put-so-many-dashes-in-my-future-sentences too!

6 Quirks!!!!!!

Di, my good friend, is fabulous but sometimes evil. Those who know me know I can't be dared or told to do something and NOT do it. So she dared to tag me, and I will dare to do it.
**Side note**I feel bad about delaying the posting for so long but life has been like a big bag of vomit and a hurricane. It's been SO crazy!! I am trying to get the house put together so there will be no pictures until I can get out of boxes. (Ah, the shame). But we're alive and happy!!

Quirk #1 - I have the most freaky feet ever known to exist. My left one is a huge size 9 1/2. My right one is a size 8. Not a lie. I would show a picture, but I'd hate for anyone to get sick or die. This makes shoe shopping the very most miserable thing in the ENTIRE world. I usually end up with the shoes the BIG foot sizes and I 'stuff' the other foot... kind of like I stuff my bra. I guess it's for this reason that I hate everybody else's feet. If you want to make me mad, show me your foot.

Quirk #2 - Jake and I make up our own words. It's shameful to say that I started this whole madness. This happens on many random occasions - usually when we're out driving. Our favorite words to date are 'Cheebers' and 'Heejos'. We use these words in about every conversation with each other. Example: "How are you today Jake?" -Ev
"I am feeling rather cheebers and pretty heejos. How are you Ev?" - Jake
"I am gassy." - Ev
If you can't understand us, please don't feel bad. We know.

Quirk #3 - I have an obsession with clean laundry, and especially with clean towels. Clean, laundry smelling towels make me feel classy. I LOVE to do laundry. If I am having a bad day, I will tear clothes off the rack that I haven't worn in awhile just so they can smell fresh. One of the most exciting things about moving into my new house is all the linen closets I can fill with clean towels for guests. (Please, come be my guest!) In heaven, I imagine I will be surrounded in fresh towels that I can roll around on and say 'Cheebers!'

Quirk #4 - I am both-handed. Smart people use the word ambi-dextrous, but I'm not one of those people. I mostly write with my left hand but switch hands for pretty much everything else. This came in handy when the right side of my body was all paralyzed. Yeah, it's pretty much the coolest thing ever to be able to spill food with BOTH hands.

Quirk #5 - I have dreams in Spanish. Most of you should know I am fluent in Spanish - grew up speaking it. And my job has made me use it daily, just to yell and make fun of people. I will wake myself up all the time screaming at the devil in Spanish. I wonder what this really means......

Quirk #6 - I can ride a bike with no handlebars.

Because I am such a sucker for getting 'tagged' I will just tag EVERYBODY.

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