I fucking suck at taking pictures.
Not at photography in general; I’ve taken a few pictures that I think are pretty good in the past.
I just suck at remembering to whip out my camera during family events in particular. I’m too busy sitting back and enjoying the company instead of taking a couple photos!
But, I did have my parents over for dinner last night, and Thomas made some ribs while I rocked a quinoa/spinach salad. Add some garlic mash and a couple bottles of wine, and it was a rocking night!
I also dyed my hair last night. I’m not what colour it ended up as (again!) but it doesn’t look as bad as I imagined I saw in the mirror last night.
Not as blonde as I wanted, but I’m going to let it be for the next 4-6 weeks, then head to a salon and ask them to lighten it for me.
Also, ignore the spot on my forehead. Thanks.
This week is my last week at my current job, before I start my new one next week. It’s also a holiday-shortened week, and my housewarming party on Friday.
In other words, effing busy! I hope I can get all my projects here done before I leave; I really don’t want to leave this company in a poor position. I’m starting to get stressed about it, and I started having teeth dreams again (which is how I knew I was more stressed than I wanted to admit). For the record, I dream about my teeth falling out or breaking out of my mouth when I get stressed. I’ve had a lot of issues with my teeth, and thanks to the crowns I have in the back I know what it feels like to be without teeth (which is how it manifests in my dreams; the feeling is very real). I also grind my teeth at night, and especially when I’m having teeth dreams.
It was the strangest tooth dream to date though, ’cause I wasn’t being careful like i usually am after I realized that my teeth had cracked and come out of my mouth (ughughugh. I hate even typing that!). I just didn’t give a shit that two of my teeth were in my hands. That’s a new twist. There was also no pain.
My subconscious is loving these mixed messages.