coming up for air
i thrive in times of change. i get bored easily and need to move around, or move stuff around. a few weeks ago, i got bored with my “work space” so i spruced it up a bit. instantly i felt better about working in my space.

pantless magoo is a bonus
and thanks to etsy for this bit of good juju i need in my work space…

sorry for the glare. took a picture of a picture. eh.
and incase you’re wondering what the sign above all of my photography says…

WINE TASTING
(DUH… that was a given).
as i was saying, change in scenery excites me.
change in location excites me.
it’s and adventure… what’s to come… the anticipation of something new…
in that aspect, AND THAT ASPECT ALONE, i am a “good navy wife.” the moving around doesn’t bother me. in all other aspects of being “a navy wife” (i literally *shudder* as a type “navy wife”), i suck.
whatever, get over it. i am.
even with regards to myself, my physical appearance, change excites me. obviously, or i wouldn’t have done this….

the before

the after (you know you LOVE it)
in the coming weeks i will spend 10 days out west, in seattle and portland. i’ve never been to either location, and i have been told that i will never want to leave. paul worries that i seriously may not leave and instead just send for my child and dog.
my in-laws were kind enough to offer to come take care of the magoo and red during our trip. 10 days without the magoo will be difficult. but we have skype. yay for that.
it’s a work trip for paul, so he will be busy, which will allow me time… TIME!!! in a new environment, a new place. i am beyond excited. i have thought of starting to pack now.
that’s a lie. i’m 1/2 packed already.
my appointment has already been made for a new tattoo join the others i have on my body. another change… and addition to my story. a new piece of art. and ohsweetjaysus of nazareth i have never been more excited about enduring what will most likely be 3 hours of pain, for this…

rowan tree (hub's birth tree)
change is in the air for me… september is over… i made it through yet another fucking september.
and a change of scenery is exactly what i need right now.
i want to thrive.
operation liberation
so, yeah… being that tomorrow is goina suck, i liberated myself today and cut all my hair off.
the inspiration came from the lovely and luscious sarah’s website, which i love… and then her HAIR website, which i luuuurve. um yeah, homegirl has an entire website dedicated to hair.
so last week, i’m paging through the lovely before and after shots of the magnificence that sarah has inspired for many lovely ladies, and i find this!!!!
“shorter, non-pixie styles” = ME!!!!!!!!!!
i wanted mena suvari’s hair like RIGHT THE EFF THEN!!!
so i book my appointment for “operation liberation,” ready to de-baggage myself of the hair that has weighed me down for oh so long. and i wait… and wait… and then today, the day before THE DAY i gots mah hairz did y’all…
(yes, sarah, you can take any of these photos you want lova…)
the before…

long, thick, heavy, yet luscious
the hair…

over 5 inches of baggage
the during…
the back…

promise, it's my hair... just not blown out straight
the me!!!

mah hairz is the shitz
so yeah, tomorrow may suck. it is quite possible i’ll spend the day in my bed. but dammit i’ll look goooood.









