a formal apology

I would like to issue a formal apology to all my family and friends for my disappearance over the summer. For all the planned swim parties, double dates, lunch, shopping trips, game nights, projects and everything else that got continually put off and then just... didn't happen.

I started a new job at the beginning of the summer, just hoping for a fun change and something I could stick with for a few years. And needless to say, it's been so much more demanding than I ever anticipated.

HOWEVER, it can be pretty entertaining....

This is Betty Peek-a-Booty, Booty Betty for short. I won't waste time explaining why. She is our favorite regular. She like to yell at us across the store, tell herself how good she'd look in this or that, loudly proclaim to the other customers how cute she finds everything... and of course, stay thirty minutes past closing. She's a delight, that Betty.

Last week our sister and nieces came into town from Virginia, and as always, it just is never long enough. Aren't they adorable?? Gah. Steven and I agree that if our offspring are HALF as cute as them... we'll be lucky ducks.

One time, I decided to shake things up. So Steven bleached a chunk of my hair. And that's how we roll. Maybe next time we'll buzz a mohawk into Steven's head.

Also, favorite thing said in primary today...

Steven: "So the three wisemen brought gifts to Jesus. Gold, myrrh, and... what's the last one? Starts with an 'F'."
"FOOTBALL!"
"No, it's something that smells really good."
"Febreeze? Fragrance??"
"Starts like Fr.."
"FRANCE!"
"Franken..."
"FRANKENSTEIN"
"No... frankincense..."
"oh."

Seriously, primary is where it's at.

And no post is complete without.... dog pictures!!!! YES!!! i know you all secretly love them. i mean, who wouldn't?

i have a syndrome

Last weekend, Steven and i ventured into downtown SLC wanting to get some Cheesecake Factory in our bellies. Only problem was, so was everyone else. We got there around 6:30, and basically the wait was 2 years long.
not really. but still.
Luckily it was delicious, though i'm not sure if i'd say it was completely worth the wait.

I've decided i have a serious problem. A disease, if you will.

Let's call it the "Bad-Haircut-Syndrome."

I wait and wait and wait till my hair resembles a lions mane to get it cut... trying to put off the unavoidable as long as possible.

But no matter how much i try, i always give in and make my way to the salon.

It starts off by me showing them a picture of what i want it to look like.

They act like they got it down, and pull out the scissors.

they start snipping away, and half way through say something along the lines of,

"is that was you were thinking?" or "is it looking ok?"

...and this is where my illness kicks in.

no matter how completely OPPOSITE of what i wanted it is...

i bite my lip, nod my head, and say "yes, that's perfect"

*forehead-smack*

so on they carry, along their merrily scissior happy way, until my hair is so absolutely abborhent i can't even look in the mirror.

no, i'm not exaggerating.

They finish, i pay the $20 and then race home before anyone can see.

It always leads to me standing in front of the mirror with scissors, trying to salvage whatever hair i have left. Desperately trying to coax my hair into some manageable state.

I know, it's all my fault. How hard would it be to tell them no, that's not right or what i want?

But no, I'm too dang nice i guess. I just don't want to hurt anyones feelings!

So here i sit. With botched bangs and unever layers.

feeling pretty ridiculous.

which i deserve, i suppose.