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I am all alone in the house and loving it.

I get very little free time lately. I have not written here barely at all, nor in my Mac Journal in aeons.

My husband (it sounds so wierd to say that, I still can't believe I am married) took the boys and himself to get their heads buzzed for summer. It's already HOT here. My son usually sports a nice shaggy cut that I manage. I fear he is going to look like he stepped out of a concentration camp with a buzzed head. I'm scared.

I can't walk laps around the neighborhood for my workout anymore. It gives me brain too much time to wander. I need to start dancing again or doing martial arts. So that my brain can't wander.

A wandering brain is not something that is good for me. It brings out the worst. Things just emerge from the depths. Things that should not even be there.

I'm totally sick of my hair. It's just plain blah black. Why? Because I'm lazy. Because I don't want to spend the money or time to sit in a chair to have someone color and highlight it. Because I'd rather do it myself.

I am such a beauty DIY'er that it's pathetic. I won't go to a manicurist to get my nails done. I do them myself. I just refuse to pay $40 for a full set when I can do the same thing, exactly how I want it and NOT hurt and burn my nailbeds. I won't get pedicures because I can do them myself. I won't get my eyebrows waxed because they never do it the way I want. I do it better myself.

I guess I am picky AND frugal!

At least I don't try to cut my own hair... ha.