I like days that start off with a compliment.

Even if it was from a random girl that I didn’t particularly think liked me (we had three grad classes together last semester and never exchanged more than 20 words).

I randomly found unflavored gelatin in my mom’s kitchen. I remembered seeing a homemade face mask recipe a few weeks ago that involved unflavored gelatin. A quick google search and I found it.. bingo.

Now it’s hardened and my face is SO. FREAKING. TIGHT. It’s that super-awkward-but-kind-cool feeling. Peeling off in approximately seven minutes. My cheeks better resemble those of a baby, ya feel me?

I haven’t let anyone cut my hair since I was 15… aka: seven years ago. Long layers. Short bobs. Bangs. Whatever, I cut it myself.

It started as a “no one does what I ask them to, I’ll just do it” kind of deal. Now it’s a pride thing. My hair is what gets me the most compliments. So when it’s related to the cut/style, and I can say that I did it myself, I love the “WHAT/REALLY/HOWCANYOUDOTHAT” reaction. I don’t know. I can look in a mirror backwards quite well, apparently.

I’m contemplating going short again. Anddd I kind of just want someone to do it for me. BUT THEN I DON’T GET THE CREDIT. Plus I have to pay them. Ugh. Decisions.

(someone else’s pinterest collage of chelsea kane’s short ‘do)

October 5th: A doctor looked at a CAT scan of my mom’s brain and seriously asked “Are we sure this person is even alive?”

January 28th: Watched my mom check her email, do laundry, make dinner, and carry on with life as normal.

No one can explain what has happened. All of the doctors are shocked. Expectations were very low and no one ever thought she’d be “normal”.

Two surgeries failed to remove the tumor. Treatment would not help the cancer, which is both aggressive and terminal. But my mom is more like herself than she has been in a long time (small changes had been happening for the last year, we just didn’t know what any of it meant). I don’t even know what to think anymore. For now I am thankful.

Cherish those around you.

Find a really cute dress on clearance for $12 and order it with low expectations.. probably too big/small, or the print will be ugly in person, or it won’t work for my body type, or the fabric will be cheap looking.

I ended up loving it. And now I have a dress to wear to a good friend’s wedding in March. Yay.

Stalking my own facebook to see myself circa 2007 with the shortest hair I’ve ever had.

I didn’t mind the short hair. It’s that in between length that I despise… when you decide to grow it out and for two months you just dream of the day it will touch your damn shoulders. I do think I look better with longer hair though. Ugh.

Pondering cutting it off again. Partly for a change. But mainly because it would save me 15-20 minutes a day when you factor in less hair to wash / dry / straighten. And I’ll take all of the extra time in a day that I can get.

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Alright ladies. What’s the deal with proper gift-giving when it comes to weddings / showers / etc? I’m 22 and this is will be my first good friend to get married. She has registered at a few places and there are plenty of options.

I assumed a gift was necessary for both the bridal shower and then the wedding itself. Another friend’s mom (who has a hand in throwing the shower) says that only one gift is necessary - at the shower, where we’ll see her open them anyway. But coming to the wedding empty handed? Isn’t that weird?

I live in a small town in the south. The wedding is not an extravagant thing at all from my understanding. Standard church deal and small reception. But I grew up in the northeast where everyone wants a ballroom wedding and gifts are over the top, even if it’s just a generous check.

I do my job (at my GA) well. A lot of it is rather routine so I know what I am doing. When something comes up and I no longer have an answer, I use the proper resources to figure it out. I would like to think that my boss recognizes this about me. I’m also the only person who works under him and the only person working in this particular ‘office’. So if something goes wrong, I realize that it assumably has to have been my fault.

But one thing that really pisses me off is when the stupidity of other people makes it look like I’m the one that screwed something up. I know that the person who went to my boss on a frantic search for such&such was not trying to get me in trouble or anything. Nor did I get in trouble. But I know my boss spent a good part of today (while I was not there) thinking that I royally messed up. That was not the case and he knows that now. But I can’t help but feel like he’ll remember the ‘oh she messed up’ part rather than the ‘nevermind someone else is just dumb’ part.