new hair, don’t care

I’ve had getting a hair cut on my to-do list for forever.  And when you’re stuck at home and need a pick-me-up, a haircut is definitely in order.  And bonus points, because your mom is more likely to agree to pay.

I’d been super inspired with some of the “french girl” shags that I spotted on Pinterest, in part because they seemed so low maintenance, but still could have some sex appeal.  Although that’s something I’m still not even 85% sure how to master.

midwestmere haircut

I haven’t found a stylist in New Orleans that I really click with.  They always seem overwhelmed by the thickness of my hair, and the low maintenance way I style.  My main rules are that the majority needs to fit in a ponytail holder, and that it can be easily styled with some sea salt spray and wax.

Once you get rid of all the split ends, life seems a little more manageable. 

As for the color, I had gotten a bit frustrated a few weeks ago and decided to find a box color, L’Oreal Feria ‘Deep Espresso’, that closely matched my roots.  While I love a fully highlighted look, in 10 weeks there’s going to be a baby, so who knows when I’d be able to take a day for a refresh.

Now that my hair is taken care of, it’s time to conquer everything else in my life.

Or take another nap.  Whichever comes first.

 

when your mom hears the doctor’s orders

 

At my last doctor’s appointment, I was told to go off dairy completely and to start weaning myself off grains.  Last week, I might have made myself some vegan Mac&Cheese, cancelling out the vegan part with ground beef, and cancelling out the weird taste with ketchup and garlic powder.

Mac&Cheese +Sunny Side Up Eggs

Mac&Cheese + Sunny Side Up Eggs #leftoversforbreakfast

When I got back to Iowa, I made the grave mistake of telling my mom that I was told to stay away from dairy and grains, so she’s made extra sure that I don’t get to even be tempted by them.  So we decided that after Thanksgiving leftovers are gone (because carbs don’t count when you’re celebrating the life and death of Natives and Settlers) that we’ll be doing Whole30.  Which means we’re starting today.

I love Whole30, but have only been able to follow through once.  Luckily I have some reasons to take this one a bit more seriously.  Like doctors orders.  And the fact that I’m extra paranoid about weight gain.  Now, I know that one of the rules of Whole30 is that you’re not supposed to be doing it with concerns about your weight and the scale, so I’m just trying to focus on making the best choices for Mr. T and I as he gets closer to making his debut.

The plan is to plan out 2 or 3 casseroles and crockpot meals for the week, and then keep staples like turkey burgers, eggs, sweet potatoes, kale and fruit around the house for the rest of the meals.

Dear carbs, I’ll miss you so much.  But not as much as I already miss cheese.  Although my face is telling me that it’s a good thing I haven’t had any dairy in a while.

 

binge watching

I’ll be the first to admit that I watch a lot of Netflix and Hulu.  I have to have background noise of people talking in order to be productive, so if I’m doing any sort of project around the house, there is something mindless playing*.

Jane the Virgin. Based on a telenovela, I definitely thought that Jane the Virgin sounded ridiculous when I first heard about it.  Over time, I heard about the political statements it was making through the show, and I filed it away as a show to watch when I didn’t have anything going on.  When I found the first season at my library over the summer, I knew it was time.  Silly, relatable, normal fashion choices (I hate when the working class daughter is wearing a $300 sweater on other shows) and 2 cute boys?  Done.  I recently watched the second season in two days on Netflix and don’t regret it.  If you want to watch everything now, including the current season, things are tricky.  Netflix and CW have a deal where nothing gets played on Hulu.  Something to look forward to next summer though!

The Crown. I love historical books and programing, so this Netflix show about Queen Elizabeth the Second coming into power is especially good.  I absolutely adore how the Queen is struggling to figuring out how to be the best sister, daughter, wife and mother, all the while trying to take on the role of Queen and be the face of a nation.

Penny Dreadful.  I have been obsessed with vampire/witch stories since I was about 12.  My midwest mother was very concerned based on the traits of the characters, I don’t even know if she realized how much sex was going on.  (seriously, why does it seem that vampires, witches and these other ‘dark’ people have the best sex?) But here’s the thing, I also get crazy nightmares from pretty much anything.  I was a little apprehensive when someone told me that I’d like Penny Dreadful, but they proved to be right.  The show is definitely dark and depressing, but it has an undertone of hope and the faith of overcoming obstacles.  And yes, I did have some pretty gnarly nightmares while watching.

Young and Hungry. I have no idea how to stream ABC Family shows, so Young and Hungry and Pretty Little Liars are binge watched at the end.  This show is ridiculous and not very believable (who really wears heels while cooking all day long?), but it’s silly enough that you’ll giggle out your issues of the day in a couple of episodes.

If anyone has any ideas of other TV shows that I can mindlessly watch while I scroll through Pinterest and go about my day, please let me know!

*My preferred mindless TV programs are either the Real Housewives or cooking competitions.  Both have good narration and you won’t miss a thing if you’re putting a load of laundry in the wash.

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we’re moving, continued

Okay, y’all.  Everything the past two weeks has been a total shit show.  Let me give you some bullet points:

  • I slept in a U-Haul for 3 nights.  If you think this sounds kind of terrifying, that’s because it is.  Shout out to the friends who Venmod (venmoed? venmo-d?) me money to crash in hotels over the weekend.
  • My ob-gyn, who already took me off dairy, has taken me off grains as well.  Baked goods give my stressed out heart a hug, but no more.
  • Unfortunately, some words were said between a person I adore and myself, which when piled with the stress of everything, kind of made me snap.  So I got in a rental car and drove to Iowa.  Probably not the best thing to do when you’re 27 weeks pregnant, but I needed to get away from everything.
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U-Haul Driving

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One Last Mirror Selfie

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U-Haul Tetris

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Scotti watching the park people

Here’s the thing, right now I feel like the biggest failure in the world.  I am completely drained and feel like the fight is totally gone, in part because I feel as if I’ve spent the last few months fighting both for everyone and against them at the same time.

In the end, the person I’m most frustrated with is myself.  Sure, there are things that I recognize I could have done better.  (no matter what, there’s always something you can do better).  I’m frustrated with myself because I allowed other people’s negativity, fear, and lack of hope get to my brain, heart and soul.  I remind myself that I can eventually shake off the negativity that others attach to me, mainly because it’s not a part of who I am.

I recognize that I’m going through a massive life transition, so I’m taking the time in Iowa as a bit of a reset.  It’s always good to break off from everything in order to process.  Although I will admit; I have no idea how to survive in 13 degrees, when I thrive in 90.

 

 

Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m off to find another blanket.

And if anyone has an idea of what I should be doing with my life, or just wants to send me $15,000, feel free.

We’re Moving!

Due to unforeseen circumstances, I spent all day yesterday packing up my apartment.  My brother, Scotti, and I have to be out of the apartment by Tuesday morning (thank goodness that this leaves me time to vote!).

Do I have any idea of where we’re going to live? Zero.  Do I know how I’ll be paying a deposit and all that jazz? Nope.  Do I have any idea where Scotti and I are going to sleep Tuesday night? Of course not.

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While I’m definitely going to miss being so close to Bayou St. John and City Park, I’m excited for this whole adventure.  Because that’s the only way to think of things when your life gets a little hectic.  As an adventure.  I’m trying real hard to not let things get me stressed out, mainly since I can’t have wine.  So here comes the adventure.  And thank god that it’s happening now and not closer to February.

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mama’s leavin

My mom is taking off in a week to lead another Quaker trip to Cuba.  Since she’s currently the main person I text, and the only one who might have any idea just how stressed out I am about all sorts of things, it’ll be good for her to escape, but I might go crazy.  Who knows what Pepper (her dachshund) and Luna (her cat) will do without her.  Since I’m stuck stateside, I thought I’d post some of my favorite pictures from some of my trips to Cuba.

Which btw, is my happy place.  We can discuss at a later time how unhappy I am that Americans can go a little easier now.

 

alejandro

See that skinny kid, that’s Alejandro. Bet all the boys who make such a big deal about the boy connected to my butt tattoo feel silly now.

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Proof that I should not be allowed to make decisions while intoxicated.

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lizard

The day this picture was taken, I had managed to get lost on my own for about 5 hours. I ended up on the opposite side of Holguin (the 3rd biggest city in Cuba) from where I started. At one point, I was alone on a military base. Eventually, I saw a water tower, and remembered that the man pictured lived a few blocks from the tower, and he was able to help me get back to where I needed to be for our beach trip. And back to my very angry mother.

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pablo

This was one of the top baseball players in Holguin about 4 years ago. Last I heard, he and his wife were able to defect to the USA so he could play baseball, but I’m way too lazy to figure out where he might be.

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My ultimate house goal is a pink house with a big front porch.

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waterlady

This lady looks over the water in Gibara. Part of me has been considering getting her as a sleeve tattoo.

Here’s the link to my mom’s GoFundMe page.  Most of her trip is covered, funds raised will go to things like baggage fees, household bills that still need paid, and any last minute medicine requests she might get from churches on the island.

recently reading 11.3

With the local branch of my library closed, I’ve had to start reading books that I have on hand.  (A 20 minute bus ride each way to the closest branch just isn’t working for me)

img_4079Luckily my mom sent me a box a few weeks ago of some stuff I had left back in Iowa when I moved down NOLA, and How To Be Parisian was in the package.

I’ve always had an on/off fascination with Paris, and this past summer things have definitely been on. Maybe it’s the need to get away, maybe it’s the intense crazing for champagne and baguettes, who really knows.

This book is an easy read, that both inspires (me) to be my best, but also embrace my flaws.  It jumps around a little, but so does my brain.  And it’s perfect to read in the park with a picnic and Scotti.

Oh, and this Baggu Backpack was a birthday gift from my brother Patric. Great size for all my stuff, and the canvas is easy to wipe off.