The best kind of work

We have the BEST neighbors EVER! They are perfect. Last Friday night the girls went and watched a movie over there. Yesterday after seeing Warren emptying his pool the girls went to see what he was doing. Then he put them to work. :) This is the best kind of work. He said all these kids saved him at least 2 hours.

The lining had a leak and to replace it he had to drain his pool. To get the little that was left all the kids had a broom and swept the water over to the pump to help it out. He even let Chancho help out. What a fun way to spend a afternoon. He was thanking us for helping, but really it was me thanking him for keeping my kids from boredom.

My big news

No we aren't moving. I am NOT pregnant. My big news (big to me anyway) is that I am going back to school. Something that I have always said I would do once my kids were all in school. I just can't believe it is here. I did a few semesters after high school, but I didn't have a lot of money and I didn't know what I wanted to be when I grew up, :) so to me I felt like I was throwing away my money. My parents helped out where they could, like buying my most expensive book. (hmm..I wonder if they will still do that??? $125.00 just in case :) ) I have always told Chris this is something I wanted to do and felt like I should do. I want to feel smart. Anyway he is the one who put the idea back in my head with our youngest off to kindergarten. So as of September 7th (my first day) I will be a part time student at MCC. GO ME!

I am not my hair

No my hair is not pulled back in this picture...it is gone...and it fabulous!

A few months ago I started thinking how great it would be if I had short hair. I have had short hair before, but I wanted something different something new. There are changes coming up in my life (which I will blog about and spill the beans about soon) I wanted something different.

After doing research about salons who "specialize" with naturally curly hair and finding pictures on Google that I liked I called and made an appointment. I showed him what I wanted and said I want it short. His idea and my idea of short were very different. I was thinking a little longer then this. I got out of the salon and within 5 minutes I was on the phone with Deborah crying freaking out. My hair was gone gone gone!! She was the only one who knew I was going. She met me at my house and said all the right things. I went upstairs and cried and cried. I was going to surprise Chris, but I wrote him and warned him to say only nice things. When he saw me he said "wow. You look different" That sent me back into the fetal position and what he did next was the best thing ever. He didn't say "I told you so" He is the best.

I then told him I needed a trip to Target. I went and bought a hat. ( and a great dress I found on clearance) I got home and E asked me if anyone said anything about my hair (she did not like it at first...at all) I told her no one knew me before my hair cut so it was just normal to them. I then told her I was still the same person. I woke up the next morning and did all my regular things and it kind of hit me I am still the same person. My hair was great, but that isn't what made me beautiful. That isn't what made me me. I am me! I took back my hat and went and bought earrings instead. Is it short..yes. Shorten then I wanted...yes. Do I love that it takes me less then 5 minutes to do my hair...YES! I feel confident and strong. Weird I know. My friend sent me a song after hearing about how traumatized I was. The title was "I am not my Hair" PERFECT!