Feeling a need to be rebellious.

I get a hair every once in while to do something to myself that is drastic! Usually that means chop my hair, color it a drastic color, get a tattoo, SOMETHING!
Well, it is that time.
Tattoos are pricey and I just got one, what, less than a year ago?
Brown is too hard on my hair to come back from!
I am growing it out from the last time I chopped it!
So... I put some put some pink in it, but that isn't drastic enough. I have done pink before several times.
So... I decide it upon myself to be a guinea pig for my sister and tell her to pierce my nose with a needle, to which she has never done before.
No big, I trust her.
Everything is going good, she has the kit, watched the videos, everything is sterilized and all that. In goes the needle. Yay! No big deal. In goes the nose ring. Just a cute little stud. Should easily follow the needle. Um, not so much. After about 20 minutes of prying and squeezing and burning and pain for her and me. We gave up. It just wouldn't go all the way in!!
I had it in my head that I was getting my nose pierced this weekend come hell or high water so I called Monarch Tattoo in Emporia, Ks and she was able to pierce my nose using the exact hole that Brenna had already worked over! However! she only pierces with hoops and the hoop is HUGE!!! "To accommodate for swelling"  whatever, my nose swells this much, I am calling the Guinness book of World Records! She gave me a smaller hoop I can use in 2 weeks and then when it completely heals in up to 12 weeks I can put in a tiny stud. Woot.
So... If you see me, Don't judge.

Good Daya To You! I Said, Good Day!!! Daya

He is such a player!

It was a cold cloudy morning and too early to be up, but soccer beckoned!
Dayne is always bored and can't sit still. On this cold morning I hoped to keep him contained by also keeping him warm by wrapping him in my coat atop my lap.  However, he had other plans!
Dayne: "Katherine!"
Me: "Who?"
Dayne: "Katherine! Mama, Katherine is playing soccer with Bubba!" 
Me: "Yay! who is Katherine?"
Dayne: "Katherine goes to my school"
This means she is older than Dayne, she must be 4 or just have turned 5, being still in preschool, however she is smaller than Dayne and playing against Wylde's soccer team!! Immediately Katherine, not playing at the moment comes to hug Dayne and invites him to meet her mom. They sit together in her chair with her family where her grandma wraps them in blanket! She needs to be yelled at several times when it is her time to play!! At which time Dayne runs onto the field, during the game, to kiss her!
I assume a kiss for luck! I keep a camera in my purse at all times just for this reason! Guess where my purse is, in the car.
I was mortified that he was running onto the field during the game, mortified for not having my camera to capture the amazing moment!
After the game Katherine's mom comes up to me and asks for my number because apparently Katherine is shy and doesn't have many friends! She wanted my number however because she couldn't believe how well Dayne and her daughter got along! I told her play dates would need to be supervised! :)

Good Daya To You! I Said, Good Day!!!

Daya

bucket list, just because, just to have things to look forward to doing

In no specific order:
1. See Journey in concert (wish it was Steve Perry singing Lead)
2. Sky dive
3. Go to Ireland
4. Have a baby girl that slept all night and was a perfect baby
5. got a dog
6. Vacation with hubby alone
7. Spend time with family in Disneyland/World (OMG I think the boys would Love it)
8. Get into a fight and get and give a helluva punch. (preferrably at a bar where we can have an audience and be drunk and pull hair)
9. Go to Austrailia
10. Kiss Ben Affleck straight on the MOUTH (no tongue, his tiny little white corn bit teeth turn me off)


Seems kind of immature but so far thats all I have. I might add to it with age.  Anyone have Ben's number? I mean no offense to Jennifer Garner, just so she knows.

Good Daya To You! I Said, Good Day!!! Daya

to the girl I used to be

I guess it doesn't help that I am listening to adele "someone like you". I was pmsing yesterday. hard. according to my psychiatrist it only gets worse with age and then you menopause and it's gone. well the pmsing is definitely getting worse. I cried all day yesterday, for no  reason. today is better. i can go hours not crying and then it come without the full body heaves.
So the husband comes home late after hanging out with friends and adds acid to my already diminished attitude. "i only want my wife back, the sweet, happy, pain free, smiled all the time, laughed all the time wife that I started dating back in the day" Well then sign the divorce papers.  I was 18 years old. Sorry. That girl is long. I wish I could have her back too. He finished with " i love you, will always love you"
when I was in high school I was SO naive. So innocent. I never in a million years ever thought anything would be hard. I thought being a mom and a housewife would be second nature to be. Little did i know that just being a woman would be the hardest thing I have ever had to be.
I know what plaques me. I know I have severe pms. I see an OBGYN, I see a neurologist, I see a psychologist that was once an obgyn. My monthly cycle cause me at least 2 sets of migraines a month. Well the birth control have helped that but now the psychologist things I should be put on a different type of pills to help maintain my mood fluctuations. Yet none of this conclusive because my hormone and thyroid levels are normal.
right now I want to rip out anything inside my body that releases any womanly hormone and light it on fire. I want to be prepubescent and naive and happy. Please. PLEASE. Please somebody help me.

Good Daya To You! I Said, Good Day!!! Daya