I have a problem. This problem causes me to forever have at least one load of laundry to be done, my bedroom trash to be emptied, my car vacuumed, my "need-to-iron" pile to stay exactly the same size, my stairs swept... *groan*... I know you know what I'm talking about.
Procrastination.
If procrastination were a guy, he would beg to marry me. Because I am oh so fond of him. I mean, unless there is a pressing reason to complete a task, my brain doesn't understand why I should go ahead and do it anyway. I obviously have issues with this, or I wouldn't be blogging about it.
There are about 38 other things I should be doing right now instead of sitting at the computer, but of course I opt to sit here because it's clearly easier, and more entertaining than folding my clean laundry that I washed 4 days ago. 4 days ago. Is there rehab for chronic procrastinators??? I think I'm making myself crazy with always having little tasks to complete that would only take a few minutes individually but I let them pile up until I have a list that takes 2 days to accomplish.
Maybe I'll just continue on with my bad habit, and blame it on my dad. I definitely inherited it from him. My mom has to get things taken care of immediately. So fast in fact, that sometimes I get really annoyed because I don't see why she's rushing around, getting all stressed and frazzled. But then, she isn't the one that has a 2 day long list to complete now is she?
*Sigh* I obviously know the one and only solution to my problem is. Question is, will I actually do it? Ehh...
I can't wait until I get a steady job. I am so going to pay my sister to do my laundry. ( No, Bethany and Kayla, I do not know which sister, so don't ask me about it yet)
Thursday, January 13, 2011
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
Diets and Dye
Day 10!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Almost there... I can do it. I really can tell a difference in how I feel, and my energy level. I highly recommend trying this diet out if you just feel bogged down. Not to brag or anything, but I've lost a total of 6lbs. In 10 days!
Okay, on to other things. So, Kayla has senior pictures coming up in a few weeks, and like millions of other girls before her, she thought putting Sun-In in her hair this past summer was a good idea.
Bless her heart.
So we decided we'd dye her hair. By we I mean me. After all, I am going to go to cosmetology school I, need to start somewhere. And I will not allow my sister to have roots in her senior pictures. No ma'am.
Since I have a blog I think I have to take pictures of everything. Visuals are very helpful when reading about things you know.
So here is her before:
The dark at her roots isn't just the lighting. Nevertheless, she's still so very pretty.
I was very careful while dyeing her hair. We covered everything in plastic, and put Vaseline around her hairline.
I love Kayla's face in this picture. I'm not sure if that was on purpose, or if she was genuinely worried...
After 20 minutes of impatience, and another 20 blow drying (she has WAY more hair than she appears to have) Voila!
Not bad eh?
As you could tell from the above pictures, my hair is also dark. It's darker than Kayla's. I'm pretty sure my dad hates us for dyeing our hair. He is definitely not a fan of his girls going brunette.
I really need to get off of here... I have work today. *happy dance* Money!
Okay, on to other things. So, Kayla has senior pictures coming up in a few weeks, and like millions of other girls before her, she thought putting Sun-In in her hair this past summer was a good idea.
Bless her heart.
So we decided we'd dye her hair. By we I mean me. After all, I am going to go to cosmetology school I, need to start somewhere. And I will not allow my sister to have roots in her senior pictures. No ma'am.
Since I have a blog I think I have to take pictures of everything. Visuals are very helpful when reading about things you know.
So here is her before:
The dark at her roots isn't just the lighting. Nevertheless, she's still so very pretty.
I was very careful while dyeing her hair. We covered everything in plastic, and put Vaseline around her hairline.
I love Kayla's face in this picture. I'm not sure if that was on purpose, or if she was genuinely worried...
After 20 minutes of impatience, and another 20 blow drying (she has WAY more hair than she appears to have) Voila!
As you could tell from the above pictures, my hair is also dark. It's darker than Kayla's. I'm pretty sure my dad hates us for dyeing our hair. He is definitely not a fan of his girls going brunette.
I really need to get off of here... I have work today. *happy dance* Money!
Thursday, January 6, 2011
Alls well that ends well
Yesterday was... irritating. Not only was it *so* gloomy outside, but my car broke down, and I cut my foot.
I mean?!?!
I'll tell the car story first. I haven't been having any trouble out of Ole' Maria ( I named her that because she is mexican red) and really haven't had much trouble from her the entire time I've had her. But yesterday it was like she died. She did... she could not be resuscitated. She had been fine all day. I had made several stops before this particular one, with no sign of sudden death. I guess she knew when my last errand was, because when I tried to start her all I got was a freaky scraping sound, and whirring (word? it is now). Thankfully I wasn't too far from home, and was able to call for a ride home.
My dad is my mechanic/carpenter/plumber/electrician. He's magic. He had Maria loaded onto his trailer and back home in no time. He then crawled under the car ( in the rain, and darkness) and took out her starter. Bingo. A new one will be put in shortly.
Now, I know that didn't seem too horrible, but it was, after all, unnecessary frustration, and I hate unnecessary frustration.
About my foot, apparently I have invisible glass on my floor because I have no clue what it was that sliced the side of my foot. I was pretty sure a nail of gigantic proportion had been jammed in to my foot, but when I looked, nothing. Just a fairly deep, small cut and trickling blood. I couldn't finish cleaning or I'd get blood everywhere. Bummer.
Day four of the Daniel Diet. I had a good breakfast, and don't feel that twinge of a headache from lack of caffeine. Did I go bike riding yesterday? Nope. Do I plan on going today? Negative. I'm more of a jogging/pilates/yoga type girl. I should probably do those...
I mean?!?!
I'll tell the car story first. I haven't been having any trouble out of Ole' Maria ( I named her that because she is mexican red) and really haven't had much trouble from her the entire time I've had her. But yesterday it was like she died. She did... she could not be resuscitated. She had been fine all day. I had made several stops before this particular one, with no sign of sudden death. I guess she knew when my last errand was, because when I tried to start her all I got was a freaky scraping sound, and whirring (word? it is now). Thankfully I wasn't too far from home, and was able to call for a ride home.
My dad is my mechanic/carpenter/plumber/electrician. He's magic. He had Maria loaded onto his trailer and back home in no time. He then crawled under the car ( in the rain, and darkness) and took out her starter. Bingo. A new one will be put in shortly.
Now, I know that didn't seem too horrible, but it was, after all, unnecessary frustration, and I hate unnecessary frustration.
About my foot, apparently I have invisible glass on my floor because I have no clue what it was that sliced the side of my foot. I was pretty sure a nail of gigantic proportion had been jammed in to my foot, but when I looked, nothing. Just a fairly deep, small cut and trickling blood. I couldn't finish cleaning or I'd get blood everywhere. Bummer.
Day four of the Daniel Diet. I had a good breakfast, and don't feel that twinge of a headache from lack of caffeine. Did I go bike riding yesterday? Nope. Do I plan on going today? Negative. I'm more of a jogging/pilates/yoga type girl. I should probably do those...
Tuesday, January 4, 2011
Coke free is the way to be
It's day 2 of the water and veggie fast/diet/cleanse. I can't decide what to call it. It's going well so far, I've somehow avoided a headache today. For that, I am grateful. Last night I was pretty sure my head was going to explode... but I stayed strong! no Coke for me. I keep smelling it though. I'll just have random moments where I think "is that Coke I smell??"
I was totally rethinking the whole thing after consuming two whole cucumbers, and feeling like I'd eaten nothing, when my mom pointed out tomato soup is on the menu. I. Love. Tomato. Soup. I literally did a little dance. I drink it out of a coffee mug.
Speaking of my mom, she is being way awesome with the assisting me thing. She had me make a list of vegetables I like, and even found all natural, completely vegetarian soups. How excited was I when she came home from the grocery store? Way excited.
I just smelled Coke again...
So, my dad just got a bike, which means I get to ride it whenever I want. Kayla and I went for a ride today because the weather was so perfect for a bike ride. Right? not too cold, not too hot. Perfect. About four minutes into our ride I found myself uttering the words "my legs hurt". When did I get so old???
My goal is to ride every day until the fast/diet/cleanse is over. We'll see if that actually happens.
You probably noticed my new background. Well, I'm not happy with it. You will probably see it change half a gazillion more times before I find that one that says "Amber!" I'm really picky about these things.
I was totally rethinking the whole thing after consuming two whole cucumbers, and feeling like I'd eaten nothing, when my mom pointed out tomato soup is on the menu. I. Love. Tomato. Soup. I literally did a little dance. I drink it out of a coffee mug.
Speaking of my mom, she is being way awesome with the assisting me thing. She had me make a list of vegetables I like, and even found all natural, completely vegetarian soups. How excited was I when she came home from the grocery store? Way excited.
I just smelled Coke again...
So, my dad just got a bike, which means I get to ride it whenever I want. Kayla and I went for a ride today because the weather was so perfect for a bike ride. Right? not too cold, not too hot. Perfect. About four minutes into our ride I found myself uttering the words "my legs hurt". When did I get so old???
My goal is to ride every day until the fast/diet/cleanse is over. We'll see if that actually happens.
You probably noticed my new background. Well, I'm not happy with it. You will probably see it change half a gazillion more times before I find that one that says "Amber!" I'm really picky about these things.
Sunday, January 2, 2011
The time has come, the walrus said...
*Sigh*...
It's the new year. Which means I feel obligated to make goals I've no intention of keeping. But I've found if I make a list of goals, I do keep a few, and therefore accomplish more than if I had made no list at all. I like to call this the "glass half full" mentality.
Because I am slightly self-centered, my most important goals revolve around my appearance.
1) Maintain healthy eating habits.
My problem isn't not wanting healthy food. It's being too lazy to make sure I always have a healthy alternative, especially on busy days.
My motivation for changing my eating habits? A longer life? More energy? Less risk of developing Diabetes?
Negative.
My main motivation is to be able to put on my jeans, and have my hips not look so muffin-toppy.
I don't know if you're aware, but it's really hard to suck in your stomach, and stand up really straight all day long.
2) Grow hair as long as possible.
Now, I now this may not seem goal worthy to some, but I can't focus... I'm liable to walk through Target, see a girl with a really snazzy short cut, and make an appointment to cut mine off. You think I'm joking? I'm totally serious.
This is about as far as I've got into making my goal list... other than saving money. But I need a job with steady hours first.
Oh! I got distracted and almost forgot my main reason for blogging tonight. I've decided to try the "Daniel Diet". Ten days of nothing but vegetables, and water. Water as in no Coke.
*hyperventilating*
I'm probably gonna be a little on edge the first... ten days. It's mainly to give my poor body a break from all the carbs, sugar and salt consumed throughout the holidays.
I'll keep you updated.
It's the new year. Which means I feel obligated to make goals I've no intention of keeping. But I've found if I make a list of goals, I do keep a few, and therefore accomplish more than if I had made no list at all. I like to call this the "glass half full" mentality.
Because I am slightly self-centered, my most important goals revolve around my appearance.
1) Maintain healthy eating habits.
My problem isn't not wanting healthy food. It's being too lazy to make sure I always have a healthy alternative, especially on busy days.
My motivation for changing my eating habits? A longer life? More energy? Less risk of developing Diabetes?
Negative.
My main motivation is to be able to put on my jeans, and have my hips not look so muffin-toppy.
I don't know if you're aware, but it's really hard to suck in your stomach, and stand up really straight all day long.
2) Grow hair as long as possible.
Now, I now this may not seem goal worthy to some, but I can't focus... I'm liable to walk through Target, see a girl with a really snazzy short cut, and make an appointment to cut mine off. You think I'm joking? I'm totally serious.
This is about as far as I've got into making my goal list... other than saving money. But I need a job with steady hours first.
Oh! I got distracted and almost forgot my main reason for blogging tonight. I've decided to try the "Daniel Diet". Ten days of nothing but vegetables, and water. Water as in no Coke.
*hyperventilating*
I'm probably gonna be a little on edge the first... ten days. It's mainly to give my poor body a break from all the carbs, sugar and salt consumed throughout the holidays.
I'll keep you updated.
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