A last minute hair affair.... ???

Okay so this isn't quite last minute, but I was wondering if there was anything that I wanted to do that was "WILD AND CRAZY" before I have my birthday on SATURDAY!!

and my mind went BLANK..  That's right, completely BLANK!! 

For one I'm not the "WILD AND CRAZY" kind, until I get around a bunch of my friends at different gatherings we all go too, then things get kind of crazy.

So I've been thinking some more and well, I'm sorry to say I have NOTHING in mind.

As many of you know I have LONG, LUSCIOUS (at least I like to call it luscious) Brown, slightly wavy hair and it's a complete difference from when I was married.


One of my Senior Pics ... and I still have the jacket.    This was fall of 1995!!!  So for those who don't want   do the math... I graduated in 1996 so I've been out of school   FOREVER now.  Can you tell I didn't want to do the math either... I hate the reminders that I'm getting older everyday!!   

So my hair wasn't extremely long, like it is now, but it wasn't really short either.  

Then: circa 1998 (to be exact June 24)

  

This was Fall of 2005 before I got this haircut I had long hair at least to the 

middle of my back. So I liked the hair cut like the first day, and then I hated it. 

I couldn't duplicate how she styled it at the salon, and then ... well I like my 

hair longer.  So I grew it out, and it grew, plus I got pregnant with my 5th kid and 

my hair grows a little accelerated then, and ....

.... And here I am circa 2010 -- nearly 12 years later.  (To be exact March 20, 2010) 

My question then is .... Do I do something extreme to my hair?

Would you, if you were in my situation? 

And what's your take on coloring hair? 

Do you let your daughters do that?

I want to go lighter again, but I don't want to 

explain to my tweens why they can't, if I do that.

So back to the first question... do I be daring and bold .... ?? 

  ** Hint:  NO WAY IN HECK!!!

See what did I tell you.. I'm not WILD and CRAZY 

all by myself but put me in a room with other attention 

starved ladies and we can all be quite a riot. 

And that does a body good. 

And PS... don't knock the pictures, we only used disposable cameras to take pictures and I really REGRET 

that now, do you hear me... I REGRET NOT HAVING A PHOTOGRAPHER  on the professional level 

there to capture our special day together.   So it wasn't a very good image to begin with, but 

it's all we have. And for that I am grateful. 

Secondly, the current picture is taken with my piece of junk point and shoot camera that is on 

it's way to camera heaven ... just as soon as I get a better one. (Crossing my fingers..remember 

my birthday is on Saturday -- just two more days )  Oh my.

So I'm now curious as to "Extreme" hair changes for you over the last 12 years.  

So go ahead and create a crazy post like this one, and show us the changes you've been through with your hair, and what you did or didn't like about it.

If I only.....

Yes, so I hate those days, when just the slightest thing goes wrong and it just ricochets through the entire day. Case in point, yesterday was Sunday which meant we needed to get ready for church. I usually try to get the kids bathed Saturday night, but it doesn't always happen. So in my lousy attempt at trying to get baths to all of the kids, my husband started getting a little "upset". And by the time he was able to get his shower and get dressed, he was going to be late for the first meeting. "Oops" He refuses to go when it gets like that. So then out came the daggers, towards me. "I love you"?

I tried to avoid getting upset as well, but one little comment after another, I just couldn't take it any longer. So I being the totally imperfect human that I am, started lashing back, but not quite so severe, (at least not out loud). Finally I was showered and we were a half hour late for the first meeting which lasts an hour. Better late than never, is usually my motto, but never seems to be his -- as far as church goes. Granted not every week is like this, but yesterday it was. So I ended up at church the whole time solo with the kids. We came home, and the comments started in again, OUCH!

Too much for my emotional self to take, and I broke down into tears and bawled for a long time, but I couldn't seem to make up my mind where in the heck I wanted to have my CRY!! I started in the bedroom laying face down into the bed, and cried a lot, who wouldn't? I felt hurt and betrayed (well not really betrayed, but it sounds good), and couldn't understand howcome the other (him) couldn't be compassionate with me right now. I've just gone through a month long duration of one disaster after another, and on top of that I was fighting a two year old for my half of the bed at night. I was sleep deprived, and often tried not to wake my husband so he wouldn't be tired the next day. BUT NOOOO!! He doesn't quite understand my point of view.

But back to when I came home, he was standing over the sink and was working on the dishes. Yeah, the dishes!! Those ones that didn't get done the night Kaylee broke her arm and the ones that piled up since then for a little over a week. Sure, I washed loads of dishes through the week as I needed them, but never seemed to have either enough motivation to wash ALL of those darn things, or I never had enough time, and sometimes it was both. But, the hot head temper coming from party number 2 seemed to dissipate after the NASTY things were finished.

Gosh, I don't know why he waits for them to get that bad, before he's bothered by it. (Major sarcasm).

Being the mom of 5 busy bodied kids, really keeps me dizzy, tired, and often unorganized. I try my best at trying to mother my children, while trying to be a good wife, and housekeeper. All of which, I seem to be doing terrible in lately. I have figured out a few things in the last few years that really makes me know why it's tough.

If I only had to cook the food, and take care of the dishes -- it WOULD be a piece of CAKE.
If I only had to gather the laundry and wash, dry, fold and put it away -- it WOULD be PIECE of Cake.
If I only had to make sure the living room was spotless -- you got it.. it would be EASY!!
If I only had to tend to my children -- you got it --- I would go NUTS, but it would be mostly doable.
And if I didn't have any of the kids around, and didn't have to pick up after them, or enforce them to do thier chores, or teach them responsibility, I wouldn't have a MESS ANYWHERE. But at the same time, I wouldn't be a mother either. I wouldn't feel the love from my kids, when I play with them. Or feel love from them when they make me a new picture. Or experience the pain when they get hurt, just to feel excitement, when they are healed. I wouldn't get the giggles while we were saying family prayers, because of the way someone was acting. I wouldn't get to see half of the movies we watch, because most of them are because of the kids.

So to any mom, who feels so overwhelmed like I do, MOST OF THE TIME, just remember the choice you made, and why you made it. I love my kids, although, ME time is always a good thing, and I think lately I haven't been able to get ANY of that. And granted most DH's don't understand all that goes on with being the MOM, but if they had to "BE THE MOM" I'm almost positive it wouldn't last very long.

And to end my bitterness towards my own DH, I had the lesson tonight on Forgiveness and how when someone does or says something that hurts us, we just need to "Let it Go". (which is in the June 2009 issue - I would have linked it, but it isn't available yet)

B*I*N*G*O* !!!!!

Yard Sales???

Do you like 'em? Do you hate 'em? Do you even care?

Well most of the time I don't. Because the thought of going to various people's houses who are mostly complete strangers and digging around and looking at their stuff kind of freaks me out. I used to go... when I only had two little squirts but now I have 5!!

After T-man was done with T-ball the entire family went to a few yard sales. I didn't find anything that I wanted, but I did score a find for my sister in law. What was the find? Well, you see they have had this problem with a leaky waterbed, and haven't had a bed to sleep on for a while because of a bad leak. They have ordered a new one, but they are still waiting for it to come in. B-I-N-G-O !!! I see this brand new box, might be a little old, but the original box glue is still in tact, and the condition of the box looks great. I call her while I'm at the yard cell, and asked her about her problem and whether or not they had it solved.. and then she told me the above situation. I told her I was holding a brand new (even if it was a few years old) King Size Waterbed Mattress, and the guy was willing to go $15.00. She was asking me questions about it, and then he said, if they really want it, I'll go as low as $10.00. She offered $7.00 and he said, he was pretty confident he could get $10.00. So she went ahead and told me to get it for her. Awesome!! A really good find, considering the one they are buying is costing them at least $100.00. So I'm glad that I could help her out, at least a little bit, considering she's helped me out a ton. With good deals.

So my point is, I like this "free" way of communicating that goes on between us. We try to pass on the good "steals and deals" that we find, and let each other know about them. We usually know what each other are looking for, and try to keep an eye out for those things. It's great.

I think that GOOD lines of communications need to exist in order for a good relationship to exist and succeed. Because really, who wants to be a part of something where there isn't any talking, or listening going on, and you feel completely alone because of it. This can be true with our spouses, our friends, and family members.

All I have to say is that I have some very FUN, BEAUTIFUL, WONDERFUL, sisters in law that I get the privilege of being a sister to. I was the oldest in my family and was pretty much out of the house when all the other kids were going through high school, we all had different ideas and different goals, and different interests. (Which isn't always a bad thing) But I feel like I can call these ladies up and really let them know how I feel, and get a hug, or a listening ear whenever I need one, and they would try to give me the time of day. I'm thinking of two in particular, one is a few years older but since we have kids that are all about the same age, it doesn't feel like there is a 6 year gap between us, and the other one, is a few years younger. The more time we get to spend together the closer the bond. I'd do anything for them, and help them out in a pinch too!! Hey what is family for??

So the next time you are at a yard sale, think about your family, and how much they mean to you.

It's amazing how each family member has a little something different and unique about them that when combined altogether makes up a GREAT FAMILY. I always feel like a dork around them, because they are mostly all older than me, and I tend to ramble, and talk WAY TOO MUCH, but I don't know if they truly understand how loved I feel around them, and feel that I am really a part of their family.

I'm Back .....

Okay I'm back....

I need a different place I can go, and just be myself and not care who really is reading this. Sometimes I'm sassy, sarcastic, staunch, rude... have been known to be crude, but really all I want is a place I can call MINE. Because let me tell you it isn't happening in my house at the moment. Even my room has been taken over, by my kids, my clothes, my crap, everything is EVERYWHERE.

Wasn't always like this, I kept the place immaculate and perfect
decent all the time. I knew where things were, and it was mostly put away. And if it wasn't, like I said, I knew where it was. But at least here, I'm in complete control of what goes in, and what comes out. I focus on my family in the other blog that I have, but I really want to be SELFISH for once, and have a place that is all for me. So here it is and here I go. Into the world of ... what I call MY LIFE. It isn't grand, glorious, awesome, cool, happening, or likable (my life that is and not me) but this it what I'm all about, and where I can really be me. Want to know me better this is definitely where to check back and read more on me as I get ready to blow my mind on what I can possibly be capable of.

My roles consist of (and in no particular order) : Wife, Mother, Daughter, Sister, Friend, Niece, Granddaughter, Sister in Law, Daughter in Law, Cook, Laundry doer, Missing shoe finder, disciplinarian, Fixer upper, question answerer, band aid putter-onner (if that's even a real title), dish doer, homework helper, taking care of the crying child in the middle of the nighter, problem solver, fight stopper, bathroom cleaner, photographer (amateur at all levels), and I'm sure there are 100's of others... so there isn't any wonder that I might feel like a failure most of the time, because I don't do all of these very well all of the time. I'm lucky if I can even get a shower every day let alone ... do the dishes, or clean the toilet, sometimes I'm lucky and have dinner ready by 5pm but, homework comes next, right into the "it's time for bed" moment. And it's just so crazy busy that I have no time for ME!!

Well, now I hope to change all that. I'll complain, I'll rejoice, I'll praise, I'll nag... I'll wonder, and then I'll know that I'm still only a daughter of God, and that if I'm important to him, I most definately must be here for a reason... and I shouldn't be so hard on myself. My kids aren't perfect by any means, neither is my husband (even though he thinks it), but most of the time I am. That's right. I said, that most of the time, I am perfect. I am perfect - ly doing the things I can when I can do them. I tend to be hard on myself .. when the dishes don't get done, like they are right now, or when I have 10 loads of laundry that need to be folded and put away, and clothes all over the house that really have no business being here other than they hitched a ride in on a brown box we call "packages from Great Grandma". I try to be dilligent and get the stuff out right away if we don't NEED it, but sometimes, I forget and then I have chaos everywhere.

Aaaghhh when will my house ever look like a home again, without slaving hours upon hours and still feeling like it accomplished absolutely nothing.... SOMEDAY, that wish will come, and then I'll wonder what happened to my kids?? That will probably mean they are all grown up and not running around screaming in their underwear refusing to get dressed because they are perfectly comfortable running around practically naked because it's HOT.

So since I can't win them both I might as well just sit back and enjoy the ride, because sometimes it can be quite funny.

Okay so this is a blog I wanted to start all about me, for me, and what makes my day, what drives me crazy, and the things that others do for me that make me feel glad to be ALIVE!!!
Thus the name " My Cliffs of Insanity" was chosen. Because it doesn't take much before I need a break, and if I don't get it...... I'm one step closer to jumping of that cliff. So in a way this is a place for me to "vent" and "rant" and "praise" and "Thank" when it's called for, so that I can keep my feet planted solidly where I'm at.

I'm not perfect by any means, I have a hard time doing all the things I'm supposed to. I'm nearing the ripe old age of (shhhhh 31) in just a few weeks and I'm thinking, what am I doing?? My house is constantly in shambles, I feel used and abused most days. I'm like a maid working for a not for profit organization experiencing the effects of a rough economy.

I'm not a fashion guru. I know, but it's sad too, when my favorite pair of jeans have a hole in the knee and just look completely stained ( with oil stains etc....) And the rest of my jeans ALL have holes in the knees as well. I don't spend a whole lot of time on my knees but apparently enough to wear them out.

I'm not a beauty queen. I wasn't one that you would have thought a HOT BABE in high school. ( At least I don't think I was) I do attempt to wear make up more frequently now, because I'm showing signs of wear and tear. And I feel "prettier" if I have the make up on, but all the time and effort to just forget to wash my face before I go to bed.... blah ---- most of the time I go without the make up though. That' s how I am most of the time and when my husband fell in love with me, I was a plain JANE!! So at least I don't have to try and impress anyone right now. Right??? He loves me and that's all that matters.

I was athletic at one point. Not so much anymore... . something I want to remedy in the near future. Good thing spring is upon us, and the warmer weather is here. I'm so out of shape now, especially having five kids and not taking anytime for myself to stay physically active. Shame on me.

I try to be a good friend. Heck that's one thing I try to EXCEL at . I think having friends are important. And I don't mean " My husband is my best friend and that 's all I need..." Because he's a man, he doesn't understand the same things that I feel. But you know who does??? Or who might??? My friends of the female kind. They don't judge you, (at least not in your face) they seem to be understanding, loving, and offer advice or suggestions of things to help correct a situation. Not everyone I meet comes across as a genuine person but once in a while I'll find someone like that. Those are the ones I stay connected with. So count yourself lucky if I still have found ways to connect with you. So that's just one thing I can't stand and that's fake people. Saying one thing in front of you.... but doing something completely different out of your sight. I get the vibes, then I wait, I watch, I listen, and then I make the final conclusion.... if all the above add up ... then chances are I don't want to really continue a friendship with you... it's more like an "acquaintanceship". I'll still say Hi, and have casual chit chat, but forget about the deep and satisfying kind of conversation.

I don't like to be mistreated, so I try not to mistreat others. If I do..... usually it's a lack of communication or understanding.

I know that I'm a daughter of God, and that all things I try to do, I hope allow me closer to reaching my end result. To return to live with him again. I know that things are hard, I know that trials are a part of life. But with Him all things are possible.