the day my eyebrows got screwed & the day I got 7 followers

my poor jacked eyebrows

Thank You.  To every last one of you who commented and offered support during our crisis yesterday.  I know it's a bit laughable, almost.  Except for it was Not.  My poor poor Bird.  It was after all your sympathetic comments {that I so wish I could share with him except for, of course, I cannot because he would kill me for posting about it on my blog}, and my own reflections on what happened to me a couple months ago when my eyebrows got jacked by wax, and how I refused to look in the mirror for a week afterwards, that I realized that what my poor little bird needed was some good old fashioned empathy.

I told him how I would be so mad too, and that I was so sorry, and I made an emergency effort to get him into my hairstylist, and we broke out the blow dryer, and different kinds of gel, and finally broke the madness with some humor when I told him we could make him a shirt to wear that said "My Mom Did It".  Finally, he broke and just accepted that it sucked, but it will grow back, and... well, it just sucks.

... and in other news, this weekend something happened that has made me want to share with you a special little day that happened a few months ago... The day I got 7 followers.

Seven Whole Followers.

My little sissy, who was living with me at the time, came home and said "Sis, I read your blog today and you have SEVEN followers!!!!!"  and I said "I knoooooooow!!!"  and then I did a little happy dance, right there in my kitchen.  And this weekend, that little "follower" count turned over to "200", and I thought hot damn.  I have 200 followers. BOOMSHAKALAKA!!

You may find me a little ridiculous, and you may think in your head, well.. about time!  That ain't ish!  Well, to me, it IS.  Someday's I can't believe anyone would find my blog interesting enough to follow along, let alone that 200 people would click to follow it, cause I have no delusions about this little blog of mine.  Maybe someday it will offer something truly inspirational, maybe someday it'll show you sights you've never seen, maybe as in my dreams, I will become a DIY queen, and you'll love to see what the latest thing it is that I've crafted; but for now, it's just a documentation of my life.  And way too many photos.

... isn't it funny tho, how knowing someone found you interesting enough to "follow" literally can make you smile?  I will be honest with you though.  What fills me with real, pure joy is the messages I'll randomly get from my family about certain blog posts that made them smile, or laugh, or cry.  THAT is what this blog is all about, for me.  The extra cream on top is all of you that read along, and comment, and have made me discover how Real the "blogging world" is.  Thanks for reading, every single one of you.  Cause as proven yesterday, you enlighten me, and motivate me, and teach me.  And I thank you.

I saw once that a girl posted on Instagram that she got 400 followers, and then 10 minutes later she updated with 399 followers cause someone unfollowed her after her post.  How Rude!  Lol  But, if that happens to me, oh's well's, cause I was over the moon to have 7, and it'll take a lot of unfollowing to get me back there.  ;)  

And with that.. I'll sign off of this short novel and leave you with this...

my kiddo, on his first day of sixth grade, with the hair cut that made him cry.
For FORTY-FIVE minutes.

granted, the photo doesn't show off the parts where
obviously you only got half a hair cut,
and we did style it well, but, that said,
it's not thaaat bad Bird!  ;) 

-m-

we are in crisis

as I type, Tristen is in the shower, sobbing.  

Gut wrenching sobs.  

He is absolutely devastated.  

He's not sure how he can possibly go to school tomorrow ~ the first day of sixth grade.  He just had the worst hair cut of his entire life.  He started crying in the middle of it when she cut his bangs too short. The stylist asked him if he was okay when she saw the tears, and said the bangs would lie perfectly in 2 weeks, and that's when the sobs hit.  And then he walked out on the hair stylist.  There was nothing I could do.   

He is inconsolable.  He thinks he mine as well shave his whole head.  He needs his hair to be perfect tomorrow.  He's going to have to "look like a dork for 2 whole weeks."  It is NOT okay, because he has to "look at himself every day."  Life is over.  Pray for me.  for him.  Please.  He is a wreck and a half.  I told him I was going to set the timer and he could have 10 more minutes to be mad and then he was going to have to move on, and he said he "could never ever move on".  This is the end of the world for an 11 & a half year old.

-m-

man down!

poor birdie hit the water hard, and he fussed.  thankfully, it didn't ruin our day. it would have been a hard day to ruin, it was pretty fantastic.  it's been about 3 years since I've had my body on a boat.  so weird for me, having grown up surrounded by bodies of water, and always on the water ~ somewhere, always.  it also had been awhile since spending extended time with my dad, and it was a nice time.  I just had to pop in and post all of Sunday's fun'ness.  Monday we'll be back to work, moving, organizing, moving, and organizing some more.  it's also my first day back on a concentrated, conscious, "diet".  time to control what's going in to my mouth.  I'm going to be posting a series on the methods I'm using, and how it goes, stay tuned for that drudgery.  ;)  hope you are all extending the weekend with fun and relaxation!

xo,

-m-