So sure Sunday is Father’s Day but Saturday, June 14th is a way more important day in my dad’s life. It’s the day he graduates from college, thus completing what turned out to be a 38 year long academic career. David joked that maybe we should check the Guinness book of world records to see how he compared.
I don’t write about my dad basically ever on the blog and mostly it’s out of privacy. I’ve never really shared this space with him so it doesn’t seem fair to talk about him on here. It’s also why I opted for a picture of him when he was younger, as a big-eared kiddo living in a Cuba. Because seriously, those ears. Thank God they skipped my sister and I, but I just know they’ll reappear on at least one of our collective pool of future children.
But in all reality, my dad is my only dad and it only send fair to nod his way on this momentous day. Well done, champ. I’ll be in the stands, rooting for you.
David loves me so much. He loves me the mostest and I know it because last night, after we tucked ourselves into bed and were in prime sleeping position, I realized I had forgotten to close up the bag of white cheddar popcorn I had been munching on and when I said that out loud, he immediately popped out of bed to go take care of it for me. He’s such a sweetie that I don’t even care how mushy I’m being on the internet. And so I don’t sound completely selfish, every morning I wake up hours before I need to so I can tie David’s long locks up into a manbun because he just doesn’t want to figure out how to do it himself. Whenever I tease him about it (usually when he’s wincing because I snagged a tangle) he tells me he’s planning on practicing… tomorrow. I think he just likes having me take care of it, and that’s something I’m okay with.
My hair is still growing out and looking at how short it was over the past year makes me never want to cut it again. That buzz cut was an intense decision that I’ll be very happy to never repeat, even if I’m happy that I can at least say I did it once. Right now my hair is about two inches away from it’s final resting place, I think. I’ve been thinking about my hair a lot (don’t I always? I have quite the internal struggle with my hair, don’t I?) and about how I deserve to enjoy the way my hair looks. I’m tired of always having it in some stage of a grow out and I want to really try to celebrate the way I look with a hairstyle I like. I’ve also been blowdrying my hair and putting on a light brush of makeup on in the morning. It makes me feel really put together in a way that feels new and responsible. Maybe it’s just shallow, but I don’t think so. It feels more like embracing myself as I get older and leave the college me behind. She’s ready for that change just as much as I am.
One of my besties invited me to accompany her to an amazing play at Seattle Repertory Theater, Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woolf. It was an absolutely amazing performance that blew us away, and it was made all that much better because the leading lady was also Arnold Schwarzenegger’s partner in Kindergarten Cop. I mean okay she’s also the actress who plays Amy Poehler’s character’s mom in Parks & Rec, but David and I watched Kindergarten Cop a few days ago so it was in the back of my mind when I saw the play. It was excellent. Other bonuses from the night include finding amazingly close parking and I wore my tall wedges that make me feel like a drunk baby giraffe without any arthritis flaring up!
My previous date with my aforementioned friend was going to a gross, grungy rock concert. The band was one we loved in all it’s ridiculously offensiveness during high school and it was a hilarious way to “relive our youth”. We’re in our mid twenties, so I think I’m legally required to sandwich that phrase in a quotation. Our next planned date is a camping trip because apparently we just have a wide range of date ideas. I love that her and I are reconnecting.
Other than that, we spent last weekend driving down to Oregon and back to celebrate our good friends’ engagement. We’re both just ecstatic for them and it was really good to remember that Oregon really isn’t that far away, and that we can make a trip over the weekend if needed. Granted I work until 130 on Saturdays so really it should only be a trip over a three day weekend but still. The point stands and I think it’ll help motivate us to take more trips over the weekend. It was a great trip nonetheless and Sunday morning when we were all sleepy and stumbling around for coffee and breakfast, the three dogs in the house were wandering around underfoot and it made me think about babies and cousins and what our world is going to look like a few years. One of my best friends already made that jump into motherhood and it just feels like the beginning of a really exciting phase in life. And because I just mentioned babies on the internet, I think I’m require to also say I’m not pregnant. I’m not pregnant and no one should anticipate that changing for at least a year.
Summary? I want to be intentional about how I live my life. That means be realistic and focused. Steady the rhythm has been the phrase tucked in the back of my brain as a reminder of that. I want to find that steady rhythm between all the ups and downs and look for that baseline in between everything else.
So I wrote that blog post about my boobs that I was telling you about.
About you forgetting they’re big?
Would you say it was a well rounded post?
Or did your post just go straight for the jug-ular?
… No stop.
Did your readers find the post palpable?
Um no that’s not even
Or did you just milk it for all it was worth?
Um gross please stop
Well fine, but I expect to be kept abreast of the situation.
I hate you so much.
This was an easy prompt. My man, my dog, and the beach. We took Lyra to the dog park today and it’s hilarious how not into other dogs she is. She just stands there impassively while they smell her, not moving until they leave. She likes making people friends, though, and it’s nice to let her roam off leash. Not that she roams more than three feet from us, but still.
I decided in a fit of boredom and frustration that my hair needed to be one solid color. Either brown or pink, I didn’t care–I was just so tired of the awkward forced bang situation going on with my face. Bleck. I put it to the vote, and David voted brown (yes–my polling was limited to one person this time), so brown it was. I might be the absolute laziest person when it comes to this whole process, but I just layered that box dye on my head and let it sit for half an hour. The result? Well…
So I’m an accidental redhead for now, apparently. It’s a cute color, but it’s only where my hair was pink. So a full view looks a little awkward. *shrug. Live and let live, eh? I know this will probably shock you guys, but I’m not actually that attached to how my hair looks. I’m mostly just looking forward to it growing out enough for a ponytail. Or even just frenchbraids.
Oh this denim shirt is exactly what my wardrobe wanted (although I’m sure many a fashionista will roll their eyes while thinking “but exactly what your wardrobe didn’t need”). Value Village to the rescue, amiright? Seriously though it was fun reclaiming my black pants–previously a basic staple in my work wardrobe.
Sweater & Pants: Kohls | Shirt: Value Village | Shoes: Marshalls | Necklaces: Heart-c/o David, Bike-c/o my mom from Lisa Leonards
I decided this outfit is what a type designer would wear. Basic, simple staples but with a cohesive element. All clothing is just costume, after all, so I even doubled up on my necklaces to make a fun statement. Oh and the best accessory? Definitely that muddy paw print on my pants… We took these photos at a new dog park, and I’ll be sharing those photos later this week.
And that’s all this accidental redhead has for now. See you guys tomorrow.
I really need to work on getting my toothpick polka dots to be actual circles, instead of raindrops. Practice will make perfect, hopefully!The left thumb and right ring finger design was made with masking tape. I love how it looks on top of the glitter, so I’ll probably do a whole set with just funky designs like that. Also, in case you can’t tell, yes–yes I did match my outfit to my nails perfectly. I’m a dork, I am aware. I am okay with that.
Combined Glitters: Snow-Man of My Dreams, Nicole by OPI (blue) and Strobe Light, Sally Hansen Xtreme Wear
Happily Ever After, ORly
Lacey Lilac, Sally Hansen XTreme wear
Innocent, Sinful Colors
Invisible, Sall Hansen XTreme wear