A new blog post, WHATTT???

 

 

I've been absent from the bloggy world for a few weeks now. Oops. Here's the sad truth: I was getting caught up in life. I feel like I shouldn't be busy...but then I find myself to be pretty busy. Minus today. Today I worked my morning job for oh, like a half hour. Then I strolled on home, where I made mental plans to deep clean my entire house. But, that hasn't happened yet. And in a couple of hours I will head off to my other job where I will give up my lovely weekend to seat people at their tables so they can eat some yummy food. Jimmy says, "I think I will go see a movie while you are working." I stomped my foot with my hands on my waist and said, "Not fair!" In which Mr. Hubs just laughs because apparently "that's cute."

 

Blogging has always been a favorite hobby of mine. Is it even a hobby? I don't know. But we'll say it is. Anywho, I've been a teensy bit stressed and caught up in the "business" side of blogging that I may have forgotten the whole reason I loved it in the first place. I haven't been posting stuff because I get too worried that people "won't like it" or that I'm not following the current trends or blah blah blah. SO...I confided in Mr. Hubs and told him how much I have loved blogging, but that I didn't feel right about it being more of a business for me right now. Who knows, I may feel differently later down the road. Knowing me, it probably will happen. Between these two reasons, I've decided to take down my sponsor positions and just focus on what I do best: where I ramble on and on with multiple grammar mistakes and show you awkward photos that shouldn't see the light of day.

 

See that photo up there? I got myself a new hair-doo. I've been whining to the hubs for like ever about how I needed a new cut, but that I was all of a sudden too scared of how it will turn out (Coming from a girl who would grow her hair out long then chop a whole 12 inches off every year), and that I knew the hubs didn't really care for the styles I wanted. He kept telling  me to just go get it cut and that he'd love anything I did. Well, that was like months ago. Then yesterday he said, "I'm getting a haircut, come with me, let's go." So on a whim, off I went! I was pretty irritated with 1 inch of a trim turned into 5 inches trimmed off. And then I kept feeling like I was a five year old all day. But oh well, it'll grow on me.