Bad Guys

Ok. So I hate the car we have but it's paid off, right? So how can I complain that much? WELL NOW I CAN. For the third time in a year and a half the car was broken into and the stereo stolen, along with my cell phone car charger and my case of cds. I could really care less about the stereo because insurance covers it...fine. BUT the cds were mostly Kate's and all of the cds that were mine, were replacements from the last time they stole my stereo, cds and car charger. I would just love to sit down with the people who do this and have a serious conversation. How much money can they possibly get for a $150 car stereo and some kids music on the black market? Granted, they need that 20 bucks to buy their crack, but COME ON.

The worst part of it is, I have to drive around in a 2006 GMC Yukon which is basically the new version of my old ass Tahoe so I can feel great for a week, until my car is returned to me with mismatched door paint (because I'm sure the rest of the car is faded just enough to make a difference) and will now have a stock radio instead of a nice cd player because that will hopefully keep the bad guys from breaking in again.

Reason for Kids # 489

Today we pulled up next to a fire truck at the stop light and I was trying to get Kate to look over at the firemen (so that I had a reason to look as well). Just as I started rolling down her window so she could look (since the back windows are tinted a little)... a fireman in the back was leaning forward and waving really big. Their light changed and they were pulling away and I was trying to get Kate's window down fast enough but I wasn't fast enough so I had to wave to them myself. Cheesy grin, and a big wave to a fireman - that'll make anyone's day. I think I blushed a little too.

Hmph.

I have always hated my hair. Regardless of having had those few blissful good hair days now and again, I really hate my hair. It makes me a lunatic. It really does. I can go completely psychotic over it. I have not curly hair, not wavy, but wurly hair. The underneath part is ringlets. The top is straight. Somewhere in the middle is the wavy. It's super thick. I think my hair guy said something to the effect of "wooly" last time I was in to see him. He has a flesh colored yamaka on the top of his head and he has the nerve to call mine wooly?!? Anyway, the last time he cut my hair he sabatoged me. I'm sure of it. He cut layers, which is supposed to make it not so poofy and make it lay right. I'm thankful for not having a triangle head because of this procedure, but I'm not thankful that the layers now at the top of my head are still the same thickness as they were before and the very bottom layers are much thinner. I hate layers. Why do I ALWAYS let people talk me into layers. When I take the usual hour to try to straighten my hair so that I look like a normal human being rather than a Q-tip, it doesn't look right because there are layers. When I try to do it curly, the top goes straight and wirey and the bottom does it's loopty loops. I'm convinced that it's even thicker and wirey-er than it was before I got pregnant with Erin. Don't get me wrong, I'd go bald for that baby, but come on, is it not enough that our hips are in a different place, I carry a doughnut around my waist that can't be sucked in, none of my clothes fit like I want them to and all of the other neat-o side effects of having a baby happen?!? Especially a second baby. I'll grow my hair out and see what happens. Maybe in a year the hair that I had before that I didn't hate SO much will come back. Maybe I'll start sprouting thicker hair, like Betty Spaghetti. And don't get me started on the gray hair. I guess there just comes a point when we have to work harder at looking or feeling like we look cute. Obviously that happens when we hit our 30's. So I'm off to buy hair products and see what happens tomorrow. I've got to figure this out before I'm in my 40's. That may not be possible.