My Pretty New Hair

At least, I think so anyway. Sam asked where I got the WIG! But oh well.

I was super anxious about having to get someone new to cut my hair. Tam-Tam (not her real name for those of you who are wondering) just knows how to work with my thick, straw-hair. But seeing as how driving to Georgia for a haircut is not economical, I had to pick a new place.

I was skeptical, but Maggie talked me into going to her girl here in Summerville. I always bring a picture because I'm so terrible at describing what I want. I knew I wanted highlights though. I was only slightly embarrassed that my photo was of Kelly Pickler in People magazine (Crying during a performance, no less). But whaddaya gonna do?

I have to say, Christy did a great job and I could now walk the red carpet with the best of them at the CMT Music Awards. It's my Kelly Pickler wig, and I like it.

(Sorry, Tam-Tam! I still heart you.)

I could make a habit of this..

Today I went walking on the beach after work. It was a bit chilly, yes.. But I had my trusty pink sweater so I was good to go. I don't know if it's because it was cool or what, but there was not a SOUL on the beach.. Which was kinda nice.

Now, I am no environmentalist by any means, but who litters at the beach? Seriously. I saw the waves lapping at a plastic coffee cup lid. I thought about passing it by but guiltily bent down to pick it up. I walked along some more and came upon part of a cardboard Pepsi case. Again, I stopped and picked it up. I'm gathering quite the collection when I see something else ahead of me. I'm sorry to report that I just had to draw the line at a washed up diaper. I'll leave that for some other do gooder.

After walking for an hour, writing something in the sand, and finding a huge seashell, I finally went home--Sandy and happy. The drive was just the same.. but somehow didn't seem as bad. :)

Rants & Raves

First the ranting.

We moved into our townhouse about two weeks ago. Each building has four homes and eight parking spots. Two spots per home, right? Well, the problem here is that at least two of our neighbors have 3 cars. You pretty much have to fight for a parking spot. Well, last night when I got home, my dad was in one spot & someone else was in our other spot. So I parked on the other side of that car. I went to leave this morning and noticed I must have irritated someone by parking there. They parked their giant SUV behind my car, trying to blocking me in. Dear neighbor, did you notice that I drive a Honda Civic, which is roughly the width of a John Deere riding lawn mower? I was still able to maneuver my car out of the spot with two inches to spare, despite your efforts. It was actually kind of fun. So, nice try. But if you prefer, next time I could knock on your door when I'm leaving for work at 6:00 a.m. and ask you to move your car. It's not my problem your family owns three obnoxious SUV's. How many of you LIVE in there anyway?

Okay, moving on. I would take Atlanta's traffic over Charleston's any day. Where did these people learn to drive? I'm assuming the state of South Carolina actually requires that you pass a driving test before obtaining a license? More than once I have sat gridlocked in traffic, finally making my way to the scene of an accident.. Only to find that it is indeed on the OTHER side of the interstate. Were you ALL just stopping to take a gander? Seriously? If there is by chance an accident on my side, do you think they sensibly clear the lanes as quickly as possible in an effort to keep traffic moving? No, of course not. The car stays in the middle lane and the police cars pile up behind them, closing at least one lane and backing up traffic for miles. We only have three lanes to work with here in the first place, people. Shutting down 1/3 of them is not ideal.


This brings me to my next traffic gripe: merging. I implore the residents of South Carolina to read the following very carefully.



Dictionary results for: merge
Pronunciation verb, merged, merg·ing.
–verb (used with object)
1. to cause to combine or coalesce; unite.
2. to combine, blend, or unite gradually so as to blur the individuality or individual identity of: They voted to merge the two branch offices into a single unit.



That's all I have to say about that.


Okay, moving on to brighter things. The house is really nice and I'm finally putting things together and unpacking. I'm doing my little Frenchy/Paris bathroom. It's cuuuute. And I love the brown color my dad painted my walls for me. I partially chose the color because of it's name: Old English Saddle. hehe Sounds inviting, right?


Work is crazy busy, but good. It's definitely more fast paced than I anticipated. But it makes the day go by quickly. And I'm super close to shopping and the beach. What more could I ask for?


I've enjoyed spending so much time with the kids and getting to know them better. Rachel is my little pal. Sam likes to tell me he is 'concentrating on his underwear'. Whatever that means.


Never a dull moment. And I guess I like it that way. :)