Friends Don't Let Friends Get Hair Extensions

Alright, so if any of you are like me, you have either considered getting hair extensions, or you have actually made the plunge and spent hundreds of dollars to make your hair a few inches longer.

Well, I am the latter.

I gave into the ads.  The talk about how long and beautiful my hair would be.  I gave into the "you're hair will be thicker, the curls will be better".  I gave into it all. 

So, I have had hair extensions twice in my life.

Once, for my wedding.  

Which I am sure you are looking at the picture saying it doesn't look like I have extensions.  Well, you are right.  The extensions made my hair about 3 inches longer, but it was supposed to make my curls look better and last longer.  I will say that for my wedding, it was fine... 

However, right after Christmas, I was talked into getting hair extensions again.  It was about to be Joe & I's One-Year Anniversary and we were going on a cruise with his family, so I thought what the heck.  I have some Christmas money that I can blow invest in some hair extensions, and it will give me a self-confidence boost.  Perfect.  "I do.  I will take the extensions". 

Big mistake.  When they tell you all about these wonderful hair extensions, they leave out many details. 

1.  They leave out that you're hair will be tangled ALL THE TIME- it's miserable.  Enough said.

2.  They leave out the fact that you just might be sitting in a meeting and you go to move your hair and a large chunk falls out.

3.  They also leave out how impossible it is to get out of your hair.

So, you ask how you get these gorgeous locks out of your hair? You get lots of hand sanitizer, a comb, a LARGE trashcan, a few hours of patience, and then get to work.  You put hand sanitizer on each and every extension.  Rub it in, and then attempt to pull it out.  Then you have to take a comb to get all of the glue out of your hair.  And then you repeat for all 60-70 extensions that are probably in your hair.  

It's a mess. 

I decided to keep track of the nightmare this time, so if I ever have the crazy urge to get extensions again,  you all can remind me of this.  

Friends don't let friends get hair extensions. 

Taylor

Texas Winter...

So, I woke up this morning and like usual I played on my phone for a bit before getting out of bed.  As I was checking instagram, I realized that it had snowed outside... In Houston... Guys this is a big deal.  I was shocked and didn't really believe it because we have had potential ice/snow in the radar twice in the last few weeks, but nothing. And when I went to bed last night, no chance of snow that I saw!  So of course, I jumped up like a kindergartener and was so excited when I went outside and saw white dippin' dots on my car...

& even a little in the beds where flowers would go if we could keep them alive.

I don't know when the next time I will see this when I click on my weather app, so I had to capture it for proof that it did in fact freeze rain and ice in Texas! 

Taylor

Hubby Hits the Slopes- T Minus 2 Days

So, as I was laying in the recliner being ever so productive- attempting to study while also catching up on The Bachelor- the hubby decided that he needed some help packing.  I agreed, but only if he could model each outfit for me in the living room, and I did not have to leave the chair.  Lazy, I know.  No explanation need. 

So here comes the options!

Carhart Jacket, Gortex Pants, Black Beanie. 

Gortex Pants, Camo Jacket, Furry Hat- This one got nixed.  He would stand out like a sore thumb with camo on the slope..... NEXT!

Brown Pants, Camo Jacket, Beanie....  Still camo, so no. 

Plaid Ski Jacket & Brown Pants. 

Plaid Jacket + Gortex Pants + accessories=WINNER!

So you ask why I blog about my husband's outfit choices for a ski trip that I was not even invited to go in?  Well, it is real simple.  When he first came and asked me to look through his outfits- I was shocked.  I mean, that is very out of the ordinary.  Usually he grabs an outfit, throws it in a bag, and he calls the packing done.  This time, he strategically tried on multiple options as seen above, and you ask me why the last one is a winner?  I mean they all look pretty similar, so what is the deal with that last picture?

Real simple.  It's like a girl when she likes a wedding dress, you throw on the vail, a headpiece, and some jewelry and it is a WINNER.  Well, with the last option he threw on his glasses and the crime like bandana around his mouth, so I knew this is the one that he liked best, so see there winner.

Just when I think I know everything about him and I could predict every moment, he never ceases to amaze me!

Taylor

Addiction at it's finest!

So I work very hard every week to look at the HEB adds, plan my shopping list around them, while also trying to budget my shopping trip.  (New Year's Resolution). 

I make list after list. 

I make sure that everything we eat is healthy, gluten free, and I completely stay away from the center aisles in the grocery store.  (Except for lentil chips-we love hummus and get tired of always eating it with raw veggies).

I read 100 Days of Real Food religiously, and I try to follow it as best as I can. 

I read articles about food- how it is so bad for you, and I work to cook meals that are the healthiest as possible.  If I know that we are going to have a busy week, I make sure to get some My Fit Foods at HEB to avoid driving through a drive-thru for a rushed meal. 

Needless to say, when I pass this- I cannot resist. 

I crave the whole nine yards.

I crave the chicken strips, the french fries, the bread, the sauce, and the root-beer.  I crave every last calorie. 

I can't resist and I find myself sneaking to Cane's so my husband does not notice.  For 1) I do not want to share.

2) We are trying to budget for the new year, so I do not want him to think that if I get Cane's he can go do something else- no thanks.

3)  I have learned that if I go to Cane's on Tuesday night before or after my class in the Woodland's, I can sneak it in the trash that my husband has already put on the curb for the trash-man to come on Wednesday morning.  I throw it in there, it gets hauled away, and nobody notices! :)

I think I am going to need to implement a self-management program to reduce my Cane's eating, but then again I am not too sure that I want to decrease it... Hmmm... 

Big City Livin'

Good Morning All!

So, I have probably mentioned just a few times, that I am NOT a morning person.  After letting my husband know multiple times this morning that he needs to stop making noise and turning on lights because I am sick and needed my sleep, he barged in insisting that I come look at his truck.  

I don't know what I was expecting, but I was not expecting this...

All four tires on the truck... GONE...  Instead, his truck is just on two cement blocks.

As soon as I saw this I thought of my dad.   He thinks Houston and Dallas are the crime-pits of America.  Needless to say, we have had multiple conversations where I nicely inform him that we live in a nice suburb of Houston and these kinds of things don't really happen in the 'burbs.  You know he is one of those guys that talks about his big city livin' friends and how this happens to the entire neighborhood in one night.  Yes, he tells me that this happens to hundreds of houses, in the same night, and nobody notices.  I just politely let him know that this kind of stuff would never happen in our neighborhood because we live in a great neighborhood in Cypress, and we are safe.

Hence, when I walked outside and saw that this happened to us, I dreaded his response.  I texted our parents this morning to wake them up with good tidings and a picture, and my dad's response... "Welcome to Houston".  

The fight is over.  I will no longer attempt to convince him that it is safe here, because I myself am ready to move.

Good thing we are renting a house.  Makes me want to just text our landlord "Moving out today- Thanks & Gig' Em".  I wonder if my husband will support that.. Hmmmm... I have some thinking to do! Ha!