Sunset...

It rained last night. We really needed it, so I am very thankful.

And there was a beautiful sunset.
I was awestruck.
I also happened to be holding a camera.
I know. You're wondering about my photography skills,
so I'll let you know now that you should brace yourself...




Shocking, right?





It was gorgeous...




And I rock.
Oh, yes!
Click on the images to see my (ok, God's) awesomeness even better.

Ch-ch-ch-changes!

Normal Day[week]:

7 - get up
7:45 - go to work
noonish - go eat lunch with co-workers, kendle, or whomever
5 - off work, meet Kendle
6ish - run errands (ie: WalMart, etc.)
7:30ish - ask "are you hungry?"
7:45ish - "it's too late to cook and I'd have to go to the store and then..."
so we get home around 8:30-9:00 and ate a late dinner and spent 15-20 bucks. Grr.
And, thus goes each day in my week...more or less...(add friends, church, and
waiting on Pat to get off work to the mix and there is no going home early.)


Abnormal Day[week]:
I have cooked at home three times this week.
Monday, I got off work and went to the grocery store. $83.89 later, I was home putting a week-and-a-half worth of meals away. (I already have hamburger and some stuff for sides at home [all frozen or canned...and has been there for months...] so that saves a bit...)


I made Tacos on Monday, then went home and had Nachos for lunch yesterday. Last night I cooked Tilapia and rice. I also made deviled eggs. I'm getting to be so domestic... =)


I'm also very hydrated. I know you don't care, but I went pee like....no less than 10-15 times in a two-hour period last night. Yeah, I ate too much watermelon. I cut it up and put it in a bowl to go it the fridge, but only 3-fourths would fit, so I just munched on what was left. And then it was gone. And then I had to pee. Haha. I was watching a movie and had to leave every 5-10 minutes for a potty break. I kind of got annoyed at it and Kendle was really sympathetic. "Well, I guess you shouldn't have drank so much watermelon."

Go figure.
=)

So, then, I'm going to bed and feel a little fatigued, so I drink some water. My bladder fills within seconds. I was confused for a split second and then realized that I was definitely NOT dehydrated. I just smile, put the water down immediately, and head for the restroom. Again.

The Dark Knight

OH. MY. GOSH.

I don't need to say anything else. It's a ten.

It is brilliant.

I laughed.
I cried.
I laughed again.
I will buy the DVD.
I will cry again.
I will make you watch it.
You will fall in love.

Perspective

Oh, and Kendle and Seth made this. Great job guys.

I'm addicted!

This is real love.

http://www.blistex.com/lip%20infusion.htm

Ok, maybe not love, but I am definitely addicted. $1.90 -ish at WalMart.
Oh, yes!
I also hear that there is a cherry flavored one. I even saw it. It smells sooo, so good.
It's now on my shopping list.
*sigh*
Um...I also saw a tube of Aquafina Lip Oil at the dollar store.
http://images.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://www.happiface.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/03/aquafina-hydratinglip.JPG&imgrefurl=http://www.happiface.com/whats-new/water-for-your-lips/&h=367&w=200&sz=63&hl=en&start=8&sig2=z8BxIYqORKKQ8uVdIS78vw&um=1&tbnid=gqVepsqfixycgM:&tbnh=122&tbnw=66&ei=ojF1SLGtBYaWigHuz7SGAQ&prev=/images%3Fq%3Daquafina%2Blip%2Boil%26um%3D1%26hl%3Den

I thought about getting some, but I was there for someone else and didn't feel like digging out my wallet for a dollar on a check card.
.'-\

Also, I have lost 5 lbs this last week. They were 5 out of about 8 that I had gained the two weeks before, but they were lbs. nonethe less. And! I am NOT buying more jeans. One of my two pair has a hole beginning to form on the inner thigh. I will not stand for that! I will decrease the size of my thigh and stop the damage! I will then continue to decrease the size of my thigh and buy a new pair of jeans.
To bed by 10 and up by 6! I must work OUT!
Or in, rather... I will be indoors on my treadmill.
I will also eat breakfast by 7:00 and be ready to leave home by 7:30.
Yes, I've been late. Quite a bit, actually.
Oh crud!
I'll have to drive the truck tomorrow. Oh, well... It will simply continue my work out. That clutch likes to goof with my calves and knees. But they need that. I also need water. I got dehydrated last week and got a few charlie horses. Bad ones, too. I still had a bruise yesterday from a horse on Friday morning. I told you it was bad.

Cilla - here is your e-mail...

"So...my job has probably less than a month to go. I probably can't get into school before January, though I haven't had time to try Murray yet. Also, I don't know what the crud I'm gonna do. I'm thinking about Physical Thereapist Assistant. Two-yr program, not too bad. *sigh* To be a PT takes about 3-4 more years than that, I think. But, that would be awesome. I would really love doing that. I thought about it several years ago. Gosh, I got so lazy. I knew I should've gone to college, but I just didn't have anything together for it and I just thought I would be ok. But, I realize now that I'm not satisfied with a job. Simply because it never is a job. It's this one, and then another and another. I'm sick of it.
See? I got nothing.
I think that I would still like to do hair, but I could make better at something else. I want growing room. I don't think that I should have to wait on my paycheck each week. Not that we do now, but this isn't good enough for the rest of my life. And after I took that test at the VoTech, I realised that I really am getting rusty. I don't want to be lazy-brained. ;)
Woops. I just spilled, huh?

I should blog this..."

...and I did.

Yesterday was history, tomorrow is a mystery, and today is a gift. That is why it is called present.

...just a random quote I saw today...

Warning:

So, um....my hair is different. I look amazing, if you were wondering. I will have pictures tomorrow, I hope. I am loving it. Yay Tori! You are amazing.

MOOD:

Grr. So...what is all of this mumbling and grumbling about?

You really don't want to know, but since it's my blog you get what I throw out there.

I've been pretty uncertain about which way I'm going in my career. I had it all figured out just a month ago. But everything has changed since then. What are the pros and cons in the hair field? Well, pros are pretty positive: hair always grows, open up your own shop, flexible hours, being a mom wouldn't be that big of a deal when the time comes, good pay, etc. Overall, it's not a bad idea. But...then there's the cons: building a buisness and a name for yourself takes time. And money. Lots of it. If you move, you lose everyone and you have to build up again. And last but not least, I didn't get into the class this year, so what am I going to do?

Yeah. I know.
I called today and asked when I might be hearing back about my application and she said that it should be pretty soon and transferred me to another gal. I explained to her who I was and she said, "Yes, but you applied in June." ("but" what? Had I done something wrong...by applying in June? What the cow?) "Yes, that is correct." "Well, the class was filled in May, so -..." (HOLD UP! Why the CRAP did you guys not tell me that in JUNE when I applied?!! Am I ticked? Oh! YES!) "Oh. Ok...so I can't get in this fall..." "Well," ( Such a sharp tone. It grates all the way down my spine. She's so...curt.) "we aren't going to know that until classes begin and we find out who all shows up." (So you're tellin' me there's a chance!) "Oh, so there might be a chance-..." "We have a very long waiting list..." (So you're telling me there's a -...) "...I'll go ahead and leave your name on it and I would say that you probably won't get in this fall and not January either. If you don't get a call by next April, you might call and see if your name is still on the list." (Ok. I'm numb, now.) "Ok. Thanks." "Have a good day." *click* (sure will...thanks for ruining it.)

I started thinking the other day (again) about if I should do nursing. But I had hair to look forward to...maybe this is a sign. I'll just have to pray about it. Leave your thoughts. I have a feeling this is going to be one of those...nights...I think church will help. Blah.