Love is in the Hair

The month of Love has brought some fun for The Lewis Family Hair Styles!

We Tried some heart hair-do's for Madelyn's Valentines parties. They were time consuming and a little rough around the edges, but not too hard to do. All in all a big hit!

Ellie's self feeding ceral experience led to a milk bath for her curly locks!

Ben had some shaving fun. We called him Bubba and Dirk all night. I tried to convince him to wear his facial mullet to work, but he said it itched too bad. Oh well at least we had it for the night.

On an impulse I decided to cut my hair at... gasp.. Cost Cutters. Not exactly what I had in mind, but it is growing on me. I was expecting it to be more angled in the front, because that's what I told her to do. Not quiet prepared for it to be so short in the front. Oh well it was $20 bucks (tip included)! (keep in mind these pics were at the end of the day)

Pet Peeved

Someone asked me what my pet peeves are yesterday, and I couldn’t come up with that perfect spur of the moment answer. After thinking I told her that it was flakey people. You know the one that makes plans and breaks them, and forgets to tell you until after you have a babysitter in the living room, your hair fixed, and all your other friends already planned other things, all so they could hang out with their boyfriend that they live with and see every day instead. That is indeed a pet peeve of mine. However it wasn’t until I encountered a much bigger one that I found my perfect answer. Let me take you on my aggravating encounter:


*Name has been altered to protect to ignorant*

Becca and I enter room. Up approaches Hyle Kamilton.

“Hey you are Becca right, Greg’s wife?” Hyle says

“Yes, Greg is coming inside” Becca

“I’m Hyle” He says mid hand shake with me.

“Yes I know Kyle Hyle, I’m Ben’s wife I have met you like 15 times” I grit my teeth while saying this.

“Yeah I know” Hyle replies

This situation gets so old. Hyle is not a serial offender of this, but there are about 3 people that I know from various avenues that I have introduced my self to so many times, I just want to lie about my name to them to see if I would get a reaction. I can understand if it has been years and you can’t remember a name. There are inevitably people that you can’t place where you know them from. But come on people after a while this is RUDE. At least acknowledge we have met once, twice or twenty times before. Here is the nice thing about people, you don’t have to remember their name to talk/acknowledge them. If you listen and pick up on context clues you can usually figure it out.

On a related note here is an odd tidbit of Stacee trivia. I myself am really good with names, but unlike the rest of the world really bad with faces. I could be in a room with someone not have a clue who they are until I hear their name. For example there was a guy singing karaoke last night. He perhaps looked familiar, but was not quite sure who he was. Someone said his name and I could have told you ten facts about him. Another time I was at the mall and saw one of my really good friends (she was a maid of honor in my wedding), and called out “Leigh Ann is that you”. I had just come from getting my eyes dilated, but she never let me live that down. I watched a show on how some people can’t remember faces… called facial blindness I think… and I could relate to some of what they said.

One more pet peeve… the word pet peeve is really peeving me right now.


BTW I hope your peeve is not run on sentences because my blog is full of them, Oh and poor punctuation too? (JK)

- Cheerfully Yours Stacee

I Stand Corrected

I have been informed by my friend Kristy (that teaches on the East side) that the Ghetto Valentines are actually from the show Homies. So not only are these little hood rats on Valentines cards but they also fill a wholesome half hour of t.v. Since I am a modern day leper and do not have cable I was unaware. My friend Stacey told me that for 50 cents you can purchase a figurine of them at Mamaritas! Hurry while they are hot.

Spousal Report Card

I asked Ben to grade me the other day and here is what I got:

Spousal Report Card

Cooking: B+

Cleaning Quality: A

Cleaning Frequency: B-

Kids: A

Driving: F

Relationship: A

Lovin’: A (and an E for effort)

Communication: A+

Yard Work/Effort: A

Yard Work/Execution: F

In-Law Interactions: A

Leg Shaving: C

Observation: C-

Memory: A+

Time Management: C

Apears like I am doing well where it matters :)

Kailynn

One of my besties has her sweet baby girl this week!

(At the shower)

Meet baby Kailynn.

Brittney you are going to be an awesome mommy!!!

Dark Thoughts

**I should probably know better than blogging while sleep deprived and emotional. This is more like a journal than a blog... mostly intended to sort my own thoughts than speak to anyone. Wine is perhaps the only thing that could make this more jumbled, but I shall refrain.**

I am not sure why, but I have wanted to cry all day. Most of the week if I am being honest. I have even been teary many times, just can't get it to come. No hormonal reasons. Just want to bawl. Poor Ben, I was completely peachy over the weekend. I am pretty certain I was trying to make him argue with me. God bless him he just would not even engage in it. At one point I even asked him why he wouldn't fight with me, and he just threw some imaginary punches in the air. Just like him to make me laugh when I am trying to be mad. I hate being in pity party mode, but have a hard time escaping it when it sinks in. I almost feel like just making my self cry... if this were a tummy ache I would just gag myself and go on. (I've never been good at that either, probably would have been bulimic if I ever could have mastered that.) My mind feels like it is torn in many directions, I feel like I can't even make it through a prayer without getting distracted by my own thoughts half way through.

Perhaps the biggest issue, I am so embarrassed to admit to , because it is such a recurrence in my life.
I feel like I am in rut with my weight.
I had lost 52 pounds after having Ellie, and after the initial baby weight fell off. Much has come back.
Now I feel like I am struggling more than ever.
I have failed in this area so many times, but this time really stings.
I felt like I was finally on my way to conquering a lifelong issue, and now I am doing worse than ever.
I lose 3 gain 4. Lose 4 gain 3. And on and on.
I am thankful it is not all gains, Weight Watchers has helped me so much to prevent all gains.
I am tired of starting over.
I am tired of being ashamed.
I dread summer time holding my kids back from water fun because I am embarrassed.
I don't want to be the chubby friend with quick wit.
I want to be the wife that actually feels like the lingerie looks cute.
I would love to have a closet that only has 1 or 2 sizes, instead of a 10 size range.
I want to kick this before it occurs to my kids that I have issues, and before I teach them to adopt my issues.
I need to take advantage of my under age of 30 fast working metabolism.
I hate that my issue is so public, (in the sense that everyone can see it by looking at me), yet am grateful that God did not give me something that I could hide, for fear that I would hide it until it killed me.
I secretly wish I had the strength and determination it took to have an eating disorder (the kind that makes you skinny).
I know how messed up the above statment is.
I constantly struggle to just have normal person eating habits, and I am really ashamed of this. It is all diet or all bad behavior. Not much middle ground.
I have learned what to do a million times, and spun it a million different ways to try to get it to work.
I feel like less of person b/c of this.
I feel out of control.
I am exhausted, disappointed, embarrassed, desperate.

OK that was therapuetic. Feeling much better, and got the tears out. My nose started bleeding too. My pink robe is kind of red splattered now. I am not fishing for sympathy, just need to cleanse my system of the build up. Hope I didn't you tramatize you with my mental ramblings.