Fact: It's Friday, Honey Boo Boo Child.

It's time for another edition of Facts. By Sarah.

I apologize in advance for the stupid spacing between all the bullets. The formatting is all off and it just won't work with me tonight.

• Fact: This is how we do it, it's Friday night.

• Fact: I feel alright.

• Fact: Sadly, I can't continue the lyrics because I'm not having a party on the West side.

• Fact: I'm sitting on my couch. Just me, Daisy, MacBook, a Blizzard, and the TV tuned to TLC. That's my kind of party. And I'm loving it.

• Fact: I am a sucker for any show on TLC.

• Fact: Two of my favorite TLC shows are Toddlers and Tiaras and Virgin Diaries.

• Fact: Tonight on Virgin Diaries, this guy named Skippy talked about how he collects his belly button lint. He picks lint from his belly button and puts it in a jar. And keeps it on a shelf in his bedroom. His bedroom is in his parents basement. His bedroom that is in the basement of his parents house has a poster of The Osmond's on the wall. He's 34. And his Mom goes out with him as his wing man. She even has a t-shirt that says "Skippy's Wing man". And he doesn't understand why he can't find a girlfriend...

• Fact: I don't even think I've ever had belly button lint.

• Fact: I can't get over it. I don't understand. The lint this guy accumulated looked like it came out of a dryer vent. That's disgusting and I feel like he is doing something wrong if he's having that kind of accumulation.

• Fact: One of my favorite Toddlers and Tiaras girls, besides the famous MaKenzie, is little Miss Alana.

If you're not familiar with Alana, please watch this short two-minute video clip to catch you up to speed. You won't regret it. Or maybe you will. Pay special attention to her mom's face towards the end of the video. It's one of the best parts, in my opinion.

 

• Fact: Alana, AKA "Honey Boo Boo", is getting her own reality show on TLC called Here Comes Honey Boo Boo. It premiers August 8th. I can't wait for it. It will be a nice Back to School Eve show to look forward to. 

•  Fact: My senior citizen neighbors have been concerning me a bit lately. They were driving their van around  their backyard the other day. I never could figure out why. My main concern was that they were going to run over my air conditioning unit as they drove between our yards. Today there's been a half-full bottle of hot sauce sitting on the lid of their trash can. Maybe they're confused because I sure am. 

• Fact: I got my hair chopped off today. I feel brand new. I tried the whole 'I wanna grow it out and see how long it will get' thing. Well. I let it grow and grow. It just got uglier and stringier and uglier. I've hated it lately. Now it's gone and in the trash can at the salon. The majority of my life, I've had short cuts or a little bob and that's the way it shall remain until the end of time. I'm already scheduled to go back in two weeks to get it taken up even shorter. I'm glad to be back to normal. Short hair is better suited for my face.

The before:

The after:

And yes, my sunglasses are crooked. Every pair I own become that way. I end up bending or breaking them in no time. I also have a crooked smile. At least the sunglasses and smile help balance each other out, right?

I should probably end this post now. Before I decide to over share or upload any more pictures of myself. Have a great weekend, friends!

I'm a Fake.

I've been debating a hair color change for a few weeks now, but this week I've been thinking about it extra hard. My hair is looking rough. It's time for an appointment. Either get the standard blonde highlights or go dark...back to my roots.
I was born a blondie. Pretty much a white headed little child. The blonde changed to a dirty blonde with puberty and then progressively got darker through the years. It would lighten back up during the summers, but I was every bit a brown haired girl. One night this week, I pulled out an old photo album from around the time that I remembered first starting the highlighting process. I first went blonde after a trip I took to Vegas. I was 20. I've been blonde for 7 years so I had completely forgotten just how dark my natural hue was. It was much darker than I remembered. Are you ready for it?

DARK! Can you believe it? Pardon the rolled out bottom lip. I was pretending to be sad because we had just landed in Vegas and saw the slot machines in the airport. I was 20. I couldn't "play or loiter near slot machines". Eh. Rules, shmules. My age didn't stop me from partaking.
Even after seeing this picture and the drastic change it would be to go back to this, I had convinced myself I was ready to do it. I'm kind of second guessing myself now though. I just read Babbling Abby's latest post and she wrote about getting her highlights done and returning to her brighter blonder self. Seeing her fresh do made me start really wondering if I'll regret it and if it will be too drastic of a change to go back. By the way, if you haven't checked out Abby's blog, well, you should. Her blog is one of my favorites. She's a KY girl. And a teacher. And she's funny.

I JUST DON'T KNOW! Isn't it sad that this is one of my biggest stresses of the week? Good grief. I know it's just hair and it shouldn't be that big of an issue...but who am I kidding. It is. It's surrounding my face and I have to look at the hot mess every day.

I think I'm just in one of those moods. I'm ready for some ch-ch-changes. The itch for change is blowing in with this warmer weather. I'm also feeling kinda blah-ish lately. Today was definitely one of those blah days. It was a bitchy day. A fat and bloated day. Seriously felt gross. My stomach felt huge and my hind end felt even bigger. Did that stop me from eating though? Heck no. I just ate even more. I ate lunch during my normal lunch time and then I left during planning with two of my teaching teammates to go get McDonald's. I got a whole meal there. Lunch part II. Pitiful. And this is why my butt is so big. We rarely leave the building during our planning time, but today it was a desperate situation. We needed comfort food. We had to make it through the rest of the afternoon and through a long faculty meeting after school. The fast food run was more than necessary. You understand.

So, ladies. Any advice? Have any of you gone from blonde to brown? Did you love it so much or did you hate it? Do you think I should play it safe and stay light or try to get back towards my natural look?  Yea or nay?