I think we’ll name her Finger Guns Rawson. Coolest baby ever.Yep. I totally had a part in this…
So I decided to take a couple days off this week. So far today I have done the following: woke up early, drank a lot of water, found out we are having a baby girl who loves sporting finger guns, ate a massive amount of Abuelo’s, took an epic nap, and researched baby names.
Pretty good day!
(via aimee-b-loved)
Ditto.
I absolutely abhor when people say FML. Brought to fame via the interwebs, FML has to be the most over-used unnecessary exclamatatory statement ever.
F* your life, huh? You do know that there are people in this world with cancer, right? And some of those people have cancer in really unfortunate places. Like their brains. Or testicles. Or bum holes. Isn’t that just a tad worse than your little headache or busy Wednesday afternoon? Or, let’s consider the starving people in third world countries, or the homeless in our own city.
Now, if you are homeless, hungry, are having a really busy Wednesday afternoon AND you have cancer, then go ahead. Say FML.
I need a “start fresh” spell. I need all my open projects to be deleted. I need my house to be remodeled, painted, clean and organized. I need my desk to be spotless. And then I need a vacation in which I come back and just start over. I’ll be able to be creative and effective at my job. I’ll be able to be a good house-keeper. Laundry will be kept up. Dishes will be done. Carpets will be clean.
I just don’t have enough time or energy to complete my work and then go home and be productive.
And whah.
Though I am fully aware it is my job to write canned responses, explanations and descriptions of several topics relating to my company and the people we serve, it really irks me when coworkers just copy and past entire sections from my publications and brochures to put into their articles, research, presentations and then want credit for their article, research, presentation. Sorry folks, pretty sure I wrote that for you. Six months ago. Please do not submit that to me as original work and expect me to believe you. I know better.
Ooh fun. I used to habitually dye my hair as well. From about 12 - 19, I had no idea what my hair color was, but I vaguely remembered it being brown.
- brown (to match my roots)
- 2-tone brown
- burgundy
- black and bright red
- dirty blonde with bleached streaks
- brown with bleached and red streaks
- black
- blue-black
- red
- burgundy
- magenta
- chestnut
- dirty blonde
- auburn
I’ve been dying my hair since I was about 13. I used to joke that I had no idea what my natural hair color was - which was true, sadly. Eventually, I had the color stripped and stopped effing with funky colors and streaks and embraced my natural hair color. Which happened to a dark brown. It’s nice not having to touch up my roots.