Whats your Dream?

A few months ago some little signs appeared in each bathroom stall at my work that read:

 

The point of this was to get us thinking about our life goals. I usually ended up thinking "My dream is to use the restroom in peace without getting all deep and profound and stuff." But that's just me.

Yesterday I realized that the signs have been there for so long that I don't notice them anymore for their true meaning. They were becoming part of the door. I decided to switch things up with some new questions.

First there's:

Then of course:

  

 Also:

 And finally...

 

It definitely spices things up a bit in the bathroom. Do you think anyone will notice?

Just because I was so excited

I got a camera bag. No, not a camera bag. THE camera bag. It has been on my list for quite sometime. It finally got here in the mail and I was so excited that I made this little charm to adorn its zipper. I have a little key and tiny picture frame that I was never going to use and they worked perfectly for this project. I took a picture (with my dslr) of me taking a picture (with my canon) and put it in the frame.



I love how it turned out! So much so that took a picture of the picture of me taking a picture. Not confusing at all.

Discontent

Lately I have been unsatisfied with my hair. I have to admit that I miss the days of having it red and purple and... just more me. When I got rid of it I was told how much better it is and that I look more mature. I also didn't love all of the attention the red brought. I didn't do it for attention, and getting yelled at by mean old men wasn't my favorite. My parents hated it. My grandma LOATHED it. But I liked it. It made me feel like me. But because of the damage it did to my hair and because of pressure from others, I sat in a salon chair for 8 hours and watched it turn from red to green to brown.

Now that it is grown out, back to it's natural state, I am mad. I had hoped that it would go back to the way it was when I was a kid. Thick, blonde, healthy. I have found that this is not going to happen, my hair will never be that way again. So what is the point of keeping it natural if I don't like it this way? Cody tells me that it would be inappropriate to have hair like that again. That I need to function in society. That I need to look like an adult and adults don't have hair like that. And I worry about what my mother will say. I know, I'm an adult. I am my own person. This is all true. That doesn't make hearing her constant disapproval any easier.

But.

I have decided that I want my hair the way I want it, and that is that. Does this mean I will have to endure perpetual and unfiltered disappointment from my parents? Absolutely. Will strangers feel the need to share their never-ending negative opinions about my hair with me? Without a doubt. Might I eventually have to wear a wig to church functions? So be it. That wig may even come in handy when all of my hair falls out from too much damage. But I will have been happy for that time that I did have my hair, and that it was dyed with colors that pleased me.

However, I think the smart way of doing this is with subtlety. I will ease people in. Maybe they won't even notice if I do it carefully enough.

So it began with blonde. Bleach blonde. And then came the pink. I will call this pink "phase 2."

I really like how phase 2 turned out.

Happy Easter to Us!

This weekend with the last of our tax return money, Cody and I decided to go buy some beach cruisers! We have been riding them in the evenings. I forgot how fun bikes are. I haven't ridden one for a long, long time, so at first I was pretty wobbly and I wasn't sure if I was going to be able to do it. I have always been bad a riding bikes. I don't know why, they just make me panic-y. I had a lot of bad experiences in the past with them and the last time I tried to ride one I fell off.

But our new bikes are so much fun! We even got little baskets for them. And Cody has a bell. Which he seems pretty excited about.