A "Sad" Goodbye

Today is my last day as a redhead.

So... Goodbye beautiful red hair. Goodbye shockingly bright flame of a head in the daylight. Goodbye sassiness that comes with the red. I will miss how awesome we look together in those magical moments when I brush you out and you fall perfectly into place.

Here's to hoping the dyed (and in the future natural) brown of tomorrow brings me as much happiness as the red has brought me since November.

Alternatively, I have to say goodbye to the things I won't miss:

Goodbye red hair dye washing down the drain in my shower. Goodbye random shampoo and conditioner that I didn't really like but used anyway because you helped to stop my hair from fading out so quickly. Goodbye brown roots at 3 weeks. I won't really miss you at all... so you can rot in hell.



Maybe some day I will return to you, red hair. Until then, I will miss you.

I don't think the sassiness disappears with the red hair.
I just look more the part with it.

Side Note: Need to Mention

How freaking cute is Emma Watson? I just can't handle it.


Also,
Matthew Lewis (Neville Longbottom) has turned into a VERY attractive young man.

That is all.

Long Day

Tonight is midnight showing of

HARRY POTTER AND THE DEATHLY HALLOWS
PART 2

And last, but CERTAINLY not least:

omg i love him

I'm so ridiculously excited. If I was smart, I would be taking a nap before leaving for the movies. But of course, D.Soup, Tiffany.Dawn and I are watching Part 1 before we go.

SO, basically... my schedule today/tomorrow is:

• Work all day (8-4)
• Pick Calli up
• Go home and try to clean up a little (we have a new schedule that we are doing a terrible job sticking to... more about that later)
• Watch Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part 1
• Drive to movie theater
• Stand in line for 3 hours
• WATCH MOVIE
• Leave movie theater (approx 3 am)
• Power nap
• Work all day tomorrow

It's going to be SO FREAKING AWESOME.

This movie is so totally worth lack of sleep.

Never again will I inform my body of plans that I am making for us.

I started off my "do better at exercising" plan focused and motivated. And then everything came to a screeching halt... For good reason.

It's like a crime scene in my pants.

Yes, that is a quote from "No Strings Attached". And it is completely appropriate for the last three days of my existence.

This is sort of how it went down...

Mz.Soup: Hmm, I think it might be about time to think about babies.
Uterus: Say what?
MS: Yeah, I think I'm going to go off my pills soon.
Uterus: You want to do WHAT?! Let me remind you of how life was when you weren't on the pill...

Three days later and I'm uncertain if I'm exhausted from my vacation (which is completely unfair, you're supposed to be relaxed after vacation), or if it's from the blood loss.

I vaguely remember laying on the floor and informing my mother that "it feels like someone is sucking my insides out with a vacuum".

My life has been fairly stable since I started taking the pill, light periods, no pain. A mild case of the crazies (read: Hysterical sobbing because D.Soup had not cleaned the litter box immediately after I asked him) there for a little while until I got my pills changed around. But since then, magical. Well, until Monday.

I only have one more comment for the moment.

Rot in hell, Uterus.
Rot.in.hell.




PS. Please don't ACTUALLY rot... I need you.
For, you know, baby making related things

Side Note: Better Luck Next Week!

Since obviously this week was a giant, huge, disastrous bust for the whole diet/exercise thing... I'm pushing the start date back.

Next week... NEXT WEEK I say. I will start C25K for real and get back to making super-awesome good-for-me-not-carry-out-dinners. Which will be the exact opposite of this week.

I have my schedule all set up for starting on Saturday (aka tomorrow).

Proof

See? This way I'll HAVE to do it.

Cross your fingers.

Thinking

I woke up with a migraine this morning. One that, if not dealt with immediately had the potential to be a doozey. And yes, spell check... that is a real word. So shut your face.

I ripped myself from my 10 inches of space that D.Soup had left me to sleep in. Glared at him, and the 15 inches on the other side of him. And stumbled my way blindly to the bathroom.

After searching in every cabinet I could find (in the dark).... And almost throwing a few bottles of what was NOT Excedrin Migraine across the room.... I remembered that the miracle drug was downstairs. Blast.

I crawled back into my tiny space, not so nicely asked D.Soup to share the {damn} bed, and let him know that he needed to get up so he could be my hero. There's no way I was making it down the stairs.

My loving, adoring husband took his sweet time getting out of bed... and made sure to make a pit stop in the bathroom before heading downstairs to find me my relief. Thanks love.

He finally brought it upstairs, alone. No water. No cup even. Thanks again.

And THEN, he flipped on the lights so he could start to get ready. Luckily, while in my head I was hissing and screaming nothing but HATE at him, my mouth could only manage "uuuuuugggggggghhhhhhhhhhhnnnnnnnnn" while I rolled over an covered my eyes as quickly as I could. (For those that don't have the luxury of experiencing a migraine, light = BAD).

So once again, eyes closed, face planted firmly in the crook of my elbow, I made a mad blind dash for the darkness of the bathroom. I scooped water from the sink into my mouth like I had been lost in the desert for a week and just found a river... and tossed back the breakfast of champions.

I knew it was a terrible idea, but there was no stopping me.

The nausea that ensued for the following hour was completely worth my lack of headache.

...I just gave myself a pep talk in the bathroom. It was, and I quote:

"Okay, Shambles. Get your shit together."

I'm doing much better now.



But this got me to thinking... We're making plans to start a family sometime in the near future...

What on earth am I going to do without Excedrin Migraine for 10 months?

Ten.whole.months, and most likely more, with no light at the end of the tunnel when a migraine randomly decides to grace me with its presence. And who knows what other kinds of crazed emotions I will be experiencing while another life form is growing inside of me... A migraine like that could set of an entire domino effect of disaster.

There's only one answer...

The Soup house is going to become a war zone. One of us may not make it out alive. And I don't know if it will be me - in my debilitated state, or my husband - who will have to go up against Hulk Smash, that will survive.

I need to buy the animals some armor.