q & a

q. how do you hang out when:
-you are a group of five
-there are two boys & three girls
-two of the girls are event planners
-it's between the months of april-june for said event planners
-one of you is a fancy intern for a politician & keeps a busy schedule
-the other two have brand new jobs that they can't really get away from. ever.
-two of you live 2.5 hours away from three of you
-the boys want burgers & the girls want fancy drinks                            

a. you plan a monday evening dinner in williamsburg (the halfway point between us) & let the boys go one direction while the ladies drive off in another. proceed to soak up every minute of conversation & laughter. stay too long, sleep too little, & begin planning the next time you'll see one another.

//brought to you by an act of desperation after not being in the same room together for over two months

bleachy keen, jelly bean

the thing about hair coloring at home is my pride. I am just a smidge terrified of walking into a hair salon with sunglasses on & a beanie covering my head, looking around to make sure I don't recognize anyone while the hair gods of the salon look at me with disdain. because we all know what happened. the proof would be lying underneath the stolen-from-jared's-side-of-the-closet hat. my hair would be orange & I wouldn't hardly be able to blame anyone but myself & maybe the girl on the box who was giving me bleached-blonde flirty eyes that said, "come on... you can do it... you know you wanna..."

so, I tried to highlight the tips of my hair. yeah, that trend. at home. it was a holy fumes, batman! sort of experience, that had me in tears more than once & maybe nearly ended up in chunks of hair falling off my head because I got too wrapped up in an episode of Cupcake Wars & left it on for approximately 34 minutes too long. nearly, only because there were no chunks of hair falling. yet, anyways. the rest of that was true.

the bad news is that years & years of "partial highlights" (because I'm all sorts of cheap) has left the top layer of my hair practically impenetrable in a match against a $7 box of blonde goodness. also, that I spent a total of $14 & 6 hours over the course of two days on something that, let'sbehonest, no one has noticed.

the good news is that I lightened the underneath layer of my hair draaaastically &! there is no immediate need to slink into my hair god's chair & avoid making eye contact while I tell her my carefully fabricated story about a terrible accident involving me & a truck carrying "gallons & gallons of bleach!" I definitely feel more confident going forth in my highlighting endeavors.

but mostly, I'm just more convinced to save my pennies for a trip to the professionals & their mystical hair powers. this was such a letdown of a hair revolution. the hunt for happy hair 2012 continues. sorry for the delay + letdown. total double whammy.

*50 highlighted blonde hairs to our dear friend malcolm 

 for (unknowingly) lending his 50mm lens to me for a day.

it was great fun.

malcolm, you can claim your prize at any point in time,

but especially if you find yourself on the floor in our bathroom.

or folding our laundry.

plenty of hairs to go around.

hairs

I'm currently doing battle with my hair. in an attempt to um, bethecheapestpersonthatIcanpossiblybe, I'm putting off a trip to hair salon for just ooooone more month. unless my hair starts falling out in clumps because of all the chemicals that are burning through it as I type. if it works, I'll tell you all about it. if it doesn't, you can admire the new hat collection that I'll be modeling. 

on mother's day.

I am not a mom yet, & being a mom is not in the near future, really. (there, now that question is answered.) but my maternal instincts sometimes override the logistics of our life, currently ;) I spend a lot (a lot) of time thinking about our babies & that love for them that I can already feel. I am so blessed by all the mamas in my life that set such wonderful examples of motherhood. from sisters-in-law to women at our church to pregnant cousins to our own mothers, I am surrounded by the extraordinary women who show love & peace in every moment of loving their babies. in these pre-mama years, I just want to glean, & ask, & write & read! & I just want to tell all of them that - I see you! I see you in your good moments, when your children are being angels. I see you in the bad moments, when you probably feel like all the eyes in the room are on you & the screaming child on your hip. I see you in the less than glamorous moments, when there are four different types of bodily fluids covering various parts of your shirt. & guess what? it is awe-inspiring. you & your love & sacrifice - you are beautiful. & I truly cannot wait to have four different types of bodily fluid covering my shirt.  to my own mama - not only do I see you, but I have felt your love through every twist & turn in my life, & I have excelled because of it. 

I am so excited for my someday mother's days. but just because I'm not a mom doesn't mean there was anything less to celebrate on sunday! sunday, today, tomorrow... I am so blessed by & grateful for the mothers in my life. 

sunday best - stag edition

it was jared's turn to miss church for an event he was working at, so here is me, myself & my parents' back yard. & yeah, my fingers are kinda in my mouth all come-hither style, but that just is what it is, folks. 

happy mother's day! we were so blessed to have been able to spend lunch with my mom & to enjoy a thai dinner with his. they're pretty & wonderful & pretty wonderful ladies.I  had this elaborate "ode to the mothers in my life" post written in my head on the drive in to church this morning, but wouldn't you know that it & my motivation have both left me? maybe tomorrow. I also want to tell you all about this past weekend's wedding. jared leaves for nyc tomorrow morning, so I'll probably buy a lb. of twizzlers & blog my little heart out while How I Met Your Mother keeps me company on netflix. it's like I'm always trying to tell you people, I AM FANCY.

edit // turns out it was a Golden Girls marathon on WE that kept me company. even fancier.