


I made Jared take this picture after I got home from work and was feeling a little disheveled, so sorry about that! I love this shirt from H&M (clearance!), the bow is in the perfect spot to cover up any unwanted belly jiggling. I also can't get enough of these leopard print shoes I bought at the Goodwill - I know you can't see them well, but I'm still wanting for an actual camera. And my short hair! Wowzas (just a little greasy here)!
The cookout went well on Saturday. I kicked butt in the all-girl Skip Bo game - please don't believe all the rumors flying around that I was a tyrant during the game. I just helped the gals stay focused on what was important (the game). Jared also made more food than we could ever eat in one day and we are still trying to polish off the leftovers! Frank disappeared sometime during the cookout and didn't say good bye to anyone, in true Frank weirdness. He said later he was going to another party and didn't want to tell anyone because he knew we'd yell at him. I'm not sure why he thought we wouldn't yell at him for being a dingus and just leaving! Geesh, get it together Frank! Since the Skip Bo game I've noticed I've been a little more bossy, I think all that winning (I also won a game of spoons, well straws, we didn't have any clean spoons) went to my head. I'll try to take it down a notch. Well, that's about all I have for now. Hope you stay cool and come over soon so I can beat you at card games. Also, my sister is coming home from France today, so hopefully nothing crazy will happen and she'll get home with all her belongings and without puking her guts out!
If you don't have red shoes, please get some. I'm still working slowly at finding an actual camera to take my pictures, but until then you'll have to settle for my husband's camera phone (and my kitty cat hanging out in the background). Also, please take one last look at my ratty long hair - cause I'm cutting it off tomorrow! I'm pretty excited about it- I often grow my hair out long and then realize that it's much better short. Long hair makes my head hurt more and takes too long to dry/fix/straighten/anything. I don't have the patience for it! And my body can't take the added headaches!
As you may know, I also love the tv television series Beverly Hills 90210. Well, if you're a fan, you may remember Emily Valentine. She was Brandon's crazy girlfriend who tried to set their parade float on fire. Here she is with her cool biker hair:
Well last night I had a dream that I went to get my hair cut and this is what they did to me! I was pretty upset that I looked this ridiculous, and walked out of the salon without paying for my haircut! I would never actually do this, however, if my hairdresser happens to cause me to look like freaking Emily Valentine, I will argue my way out of paying for her services. I refuse to look like a dingus (sorry Emily).
In other news - the Cheeks are having a cookout on Saturday 8/7 at 6:00 pm and you are invited. This is a housewarming/welcome home Zack party! So bring your dance jams and some snacks with you and we'll party all night long.