You'd think that there would be plenty of jobs out there that I am more than qualified for. Apparently none of them are within a 15 mile radius of Utah county. I'm starting to think I'm qualified to be a professional eater/house cleaner/gym goer/stay at home mother to my dog who goes to work with Paul so isn't even at home for me to mother anyway. Lame.
I keep looking and nothing sounds appealing. Hub asks me, "what do you want to do?" Crap, well if I knew that we wouldn't have a problem here. Poor guy, he has done a fantasmical job of supporting me whilst I figure out this conundrum. Do I want to go and do what I spent 4 years of college studying to do? Or do I want to head in a different direction and get paid $10 an hour? I have no idea.
Wednesday, March 21, 2007
...This is it now, please don't mind the red eyes or the brown children (they are the kiddies I used to nanny).
This is what it used to look like...
(that is my hiney, and that of my huzzy)
A couple of months ago, I did what I have been debating doing for a long time now. I cut off all my luscious locks (okay like 5 inches). They are gone, gone, gone, and I miss those extra inches
I miss my hair. Long hair makes you feel sexy, at least that's what it did for me. I think I attributed a large part of my hotness factor to my long hair, and now that it's gone I don't know what to do with myself. My mojo is gone. I can only hope that it grows back soon, and these disasterly bangs grow out even sooner. Come back hair, come back. I need you in these desperate times. I have had hair of all lengths and by far, short hair is the easiest, but long hair is the most attractive. Maybe it's the Cher factor. The only reason Cher was ever hot was becuase she had great hair. I hope that my hair isn't the only reason I was ever hot. This could be more of a problem than I thought it was...