Well, I had an appointment to correct my hair color. Then my husband came home.



"I really like it" he kept insisting.



So I canceled the appointment.



Here I sit.......copper hair and all.



Maybe tomorrow, he'll change his mind.

and the results are in

I finished the color experiment and........



it looks as though a ton of liquid copper was poured onto the top of my hair.



I should have ended at step 1. The highlighting step went haywire.



As long as I stay in a dimly lit room for the next 4-6 weeks, everything should be just fine.



And the lesson I've learned........never mess with what God gave ya (unless you pull out the big bucks for a professional!)

15 minutes and counting

whoa. I'm now waiting for step 2 to be rinsed. The highlighting step.



This may send me on a trip to the salon.



Not sure how "evenly spaced" these highlights will be. Not even sure they will all be the same shade of color.



A little scared to see what the next few minutes has in store.

is there something I should know?

Someone found my blog page by doing a search for Hot Mommies.



I don't think they found what they were looking for.

25 minutes and counting

I've always wanted to get enough gumption to highlight my hair. However, I've never been able to justify paying $100 or more to make my hair a color that God obviously never thought it should be.



So today, as I was walking through Target, I bought a box of L'OREAL colour expert multi-toning hair color on a whim.



I thought it'd be a fun project for my hubby and I to do tonight (to my hair).



I became impatient, though, and here I sit with the 1st application waiting to be rinsed. 15 more minutes and we, hopefully, will see the "praline" color shining through. Then there's one more step.....the highlighting step..........that takes a little more skill and know-how. I don't know how, but will learn very quickly.



So, tomorrow, should you see a 5'3" woman walking down the street with very oddly colored hair and even odder colored highlights....don't make fun. It was my first try.

my little boy

Lucas just informed me that he was too big for me to "hold or carry."

**sniff sniff**

on my soap box

I haven't been keeping up with this lately. Trying to find a house in MS, sell our house here, pack, and still run a "normal' routine for the boys is quite overwhelming.



We had dinner with our pastor and his wife last night. They are very dear friends and probably will be missed the most of anyone here. They hold a special place in our family's heart that will never be replaced. They have been there through the birth of all 3 boys, come to our house at midnight to watch Lucas while we took Noah to the emergency room, met us in downtown Atlanta at 6am when Lucas had tubes in his ears, met us in the emergency room many other times to pray with us, and just have basically taken us in as "one of their own."



They are both the most humble people I have ever met. He is so transparent and real---the same from the pulpit as he is in person. Not to proud to admit when he's struggling or fallen short of what God has for him. That's quite rare in churches today. She is the greatest example of a Proverbs 31 woman I know.



Speaking of preachers.....

Why is it that so many pastors today seem to have a "star quality" about them while preaching? I'm talking about those whose voice changes the minute they step up to speak. Those who sit in their office of their mega-church (I have nothing against large churches, but that's another blog), try to think of catchy one-liners to use in their next message, and collect their 6 digit salary. Is that what our Lord had in mind when the New Testament church started? Personally, I don't think so.



Well, that's my soap box for the night. Guess I'm off to bed.