To Mermaid or Not to Mermaid…

That is the ultimate female question. Long hair vs. short hair… It’s quite the conundrum.

Have you ever seen those makeover shows where a girl has hair to her knees but refuses to cut it as though it was a necessary extremity?! Well…

True life: I rather let my hair grow out ratty with massive roots and damaged split ends then get a bad haircut and color. This has actually worked out well with hair fashion giving ombré it’s moment in the sun. These aren’t roots… It’s ombré.

Is this hair anxiety? Absolutely. Hair anxiety that was born from the stresses of poor hair decisions. And in part, this anxiety was caused by my mom. My mother, a woman that begged and pleaded with me not to cut my beautiful long hair. I did. Not to dye my beautiful blonde hair. I did. Not to touch my face with piercings. I did. Word to the wise: if you are a parent, be careful what you push on your children… They will rebel. And I will now show you some of my favorite hair moments and if you pay careful attention you can also see some classic eyebrow style moments as well.

1. Aunt Lori, I know you did my hair and in the 90s, this was the coolest. Especially the bra strap headband used for the ponytail. Now… I’m not sure what we were thinking.

2. That time I thought braiding my hair in Jamaica would be cool.

3. The time I didn’t learn my lesson.

4. When straight bangs were the coolest thing since the last coolest thing.

5. When I had a quarter life crisis and made my friend buy boxed hair dye with me only to destroy my hair and then go even darker… To then go even lighter. For way too long. With blonde roots.


6. When rebellion was the coolest. And by rebellion I mean that one streak of pink I had.

7. A multitude of bangs. Full on. Side swept. Awful, terrible, no good, very rotten, bangs.

The fear is real. I have made so many poor choices- some too heinous to share with the world, which is saying a lot because I’m a huge over sharer! This is why the IDEA of cutting and coloring my hair is better left as an idea. But yesterday I caved in because I recognized the fombré nest I have been rocking was borderline unprofessional. And it’s almost that time of the year where I have to become a professional again. So I made the call and decided, like I always do, to go drastic. Because- it’s just hair. It will grow back… That’s my hair mantra. And I did it.

I said sorry to my mom- like I do every time I decide to cut it all off… and I made the plunge.

And I realized that I needed to get a little weight off my shoulders and that sometimes change ain’t that bad. Now I just have to figure out how to tie my hair back so it stays while I’m running… And how to relinquish my love for looking like a mermaid.

I Crashed a High School Reunion

Despite the title, I did not truly crash a high school reunion, however, I did attend John’s 10 year high school reunion last night. I debated pretending I went to high school with his former peers, but realized that’s weird. Instead, I began to feel a tidbit reminiscent of my own high school days which weren’t too long ago. 

And I began to think… 


shameless selfie thinking face. In my bathroom. Because where else would you take a shameless selfie? Or maybe I am ashamed and that’s why I’m explaining myself…

In this day and age going to a 10 year high school reunion is a little humorous. So, what are you doing these days? Ok, let’s cut the bull. I actually already know exactly what you are up to. I follow stalk you on Facebook. And then there’s the other piece. We currently are the generation of people who live at home forever. Last night there were quite a few what are you up to these days with some awkward silences. Our parents generation were buying homes, getting married, and having kids left and right by this point. I’m at the stage where my friends tell me they are having a child, I ask if they are OK with that. The last time I asked, so, wow, are you ready? She responded with… I’ve been married two years. Yes. I planned this. Maybe I just need to grow up! 


ImageAlso, I would like to apologize for the ecards I just posted. Unless you found them funny… In that case, I did too. 

In my nostalgia I began to think, have I changed that much since high school? Possibly to some degree. For example, I am not nearly as liberal as I was then. I used to fight everyone in my government class with my ideologies and tell everyone I will change the world! I may have believed I would be Michelle Pfeiffer from Dangerous Minds. I also cannot eat a bagel everyday for breakfast, eat fries everyday for lunch, and come home from work and chow down on a bag of pizza bites and/or pizza bagels (depending on whatever my friends mom bought that week). Oh, youth. On the other hand, I kind of look the same. Literally. I still look like a teenager sometimes. I got carded for redbull once, I didn’t even know they could do that.  


Fellow blog friend, Jess from probably blogging about food circa 2004.

So, I thought to myself- what do I have to show for myself in the past ten years? Can I say I am content with all that I have done. And that doesn’t have to do with a job, a degree, or other “achievements” we place such a focus on. Yes. I am. I’m just happy. And happiness is not necessarily my life is perfect and amazing and wonderful. But my life is real. And I’ve worked for what I have and for that I am proud. So I guess what I’m trying to say is I’m really looking forward to seeing my old friends and acquaintances at my own high school reunion in two more years. Maybe I’ll bring John and have him convince everyone he graduated with us.  

One good thing about music

In the words of Bob Marley, one good thing about music, when it hits you, you feel no pain. That is one good thing- but music is everything. In fact, when people say, I’m not a music person, I don’t exactly understand the kind of person they are at all.

Do you ever wake up on the wrong side of the bed, get into your car to drive to work, and playing on the radio is your jam? Your day just got instantaneously better. That’s the power of music.

Music is a holder of memories and it can be the source of both happiness and in some cases, moments we wish to forget.

Music is the nostalgia of your first love- it’s your first song, or the song that was playing on the radio as you were breaking up. 

When I was diagnosed with lupus I drowned myself in music. At that time I had just discovered Modest Mouse and I could listen to their CD, Good News for People who Love Bad News, on repeat. I was a wallowing teenager who wanted to be swallowed by the unidentifiable sounds and instruments of a band that told me we’ll all float on, alright when I needed to hear it the most.

At times, music has consumed my whole being, and it’s as though I can feel it reverberating off of my bones and become absorbed into my soul. I believe that’s what Bob Marley meant when he said that it hits you.  

When I’m feeling as though, today, I just can’t run, I give myself a simple reminder…

Ten good songs will get you through two miles. 

And the next thing I know I’m out there running.


Maybe you need to cleanse your mind so you listen to Jack Johnson.
You want to go harder? Red Hot Chili Peppers.
Empowered? Beyonce.
Feel good and fun? Matt & Kim.

Music is limitless. It allows us to connect on a deeper level with ourselves. And in ten songs, you have just completed two miles – and maybe even skipped a song if you got bored.