kayla aimee: only slightly neurotic

That's So Random (and a giveaway!)

• Jeff turned 28 this past week and I'm carrying on the celebration by eating cookie cake for breakfast. 

• The candles on Jeff's cake said 29 because did you know that when made out of wax, the numbers eight and nine look exactly the same? I mean, not to everyone else at the party who were all like "why is there a nine on the cake?" But to me when I'm in the grocery store picking up party supplies and debating between the numbers 2 and 8 or twenty eight individual trick candles. Apparently, I should have chosen the latter.

• I learn a lot of important things through blogging. Like that as it turns out, the phrase is Timbuktu and it is an actual, factual place. Not ten buck two, as heard for the past 28 years by my brain that filters everything in a southern accent. 

• I put my baby's feet in my mouth. That is horrifying and yet totally normal.

• Reader Poll: If you're reading a book and the book is just terrible, do you give up on it? Or do you finish it in hopes that it will get better? Jeff and I were debating the merits of finishing the book vs not finishing the book last night. Because some of us may or may not have been lying on the couch exclaiming "Seriously! This book is terrible! How does this person have a book deal and I don't?" To which the other one of us asked in exasperation why someone didn't just quit reading the book if all she was going to do was complain about how bad it was.

My Baby Clothes Boutique sent me that embroidered tutu onesie. I flippin' love overly girly things like that. They offered to give a $25 gift certificate to one of my readers so click here to enter to win, they have some great outfits & accessories!

Things that happen when I'm on bedrest:

1) We run out of dishwasher detergent so Jeff decides to substitute regular dish soap. Kitchen fills with bubbles. I'm rather sad this occured during a time that I was forbidden to slide around in said bubbles in my socks.

2) I dream about food. Recently, I had an entire dream that consisted of nothing but me eating a massive plate of extra crispy bacon.

3) I discover I am no longer able to watch A Baby Story on TLC. This is because TLC is sadistic and only airs episodes of women screaming in unfathomable pain. I'm currently in denial about the whole "labor" thing even though the doctor assured me that I can, in fact, fit a baby through there. I do not believe him.

4) I begin reading a book about photography. The photo accompanying the text is of an elderly woman, sitting topless in a chair wearing nothing but a pair of granny panties. The subtitle talks about the photographer and how the woman in the photo is his mother. I can not get past this in order to learn more about f-stops.

P.S. If you don't read in a reader, you'll notice I added another ad bar to the left. I've declined the option to do that for the last year but after being out of work for nearly two months, I feel as though I need to take every opportunity possible to contribute to my family's finances, however small, while we prepare for baby. I'm not sure if it will be a permanant change or not but I wanted to acknowledge it and say thank you for for being a part of blessing my family in so many ways.

Oh hey, 1995 called and it wants it's haircut back.

If you follow me on twitter, you know that I tried a new hairdresser this week and that hairdresser? She gave me a mullet.

No really. This is what I wanted:
 
And yet that is so not what they gave me.

This is what they gave me. I can't believe I'm going to put this picture on the internet. Seriously, I should get some sort of self-esteem achievement award for showing you this.
 
It's like she looked at the photo I gave her and somehow translated that to mean that I wanted my hair cut like Rachel on Friends circa 1995.

Obviously hairdressers hate me.

This week in randoms

A collection of random things from the week

• I've had a few emails/comments about our paint colors. Thanks for the compliments on our home! The paint is Valspar from Lowes. The dark wall in the living room is called Safari Beige and the lighter walls are called Oatbran.
• I just had to yell at some of the local high schoolers. They were messing with my signs at work. So I marched down there and told them what was what. I'm very feisty when it comes to my signs. I don't carry those heavy suckers all the way out to the road every day just to have some brat toss them in the street. 
• The high schoolers were all bigger than me. I bet they were wondering why some random little kid was yelling at them.
• Someone left this comment on my blog: adf commented on Dating Horror Stories Volume One  "I wait a month before I kiss a guy." What are you twelve? Um, no. What I am is A) facetious and B) facetious. But thanks for playing.
• My grandmother gave us a Himalayan salt rock lamp for Christmas and it is seriously amazing. Does anyone else have one of these?
• I really like my skinny cords but am still not sure they look good on me due to the fact that I am outrageously bow legged. I think they very much emphasize this fact.
• Thanks for the love on the announcement of Little Light Studio! We are so excited about the classes we have lined up and the new class format. If you are interested in teaching a class, shoot me an email at ka@kaylaaimee.com.
• I keep looking out the window because I'm worried those kids I yelled at will key my car.
• My car has deep gouges in the side of it from the time I hit the steel cables in the campus parking garage. I'm not sure anyone would even notice if someone keyed it. I like to tell people that those gouges are from Wolverine. That makes things very awkward.
• We were watching Worst Cooks In America and Jeff said "Hey you could be on this show! Your chicken soup was terrible!" He really does love me folks. And he's right about my chicken soup. Apparently, chicken and water does not chicken soup make.

This is why no one takes me seriously

For the past year Jeff and I have been sharing one car while we saved up to buy a new one. This was okay when we worked at the same company. It was also okay when I worked from home. But once I had to drive to work? Not okay.

This is because Jeff and I work 45 minutes apart. In opposite directions. Which meant that I've been spending over two hours every day driving Jeff to work, driving myself to work, picking Jeff up from work and driving home. I only work 15 minutes from home. Do you know what I could do with all that extra time in my day? I could bake brownies or watch a Toddlers and Tiaras marathon or clean my house. Just kidding. I don't clean my house.

The point of this story is that we finally bought a new car. I slid into the passenger side for the first time and do you know what happened? A little light lit up on the dashboard to let us know that the car? It was turning off the passenger side airbag. BECAUSE THE CAR THOUGHT THAT I WAS A CHILD. Even the CAR thinks I look like a 12 year old.