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An Average Life Ramble

Mr Smith cut my hair today. I think we were going for about an inch around the whole side. If you remember some previous comments, I was upset about my last cut.  I didn't want layers in the back, but somehow got some and they were noticeable. I also wanted it cut shorter so although Mr Smith said I was crazy, I knew I could trust him. And so far so good (as in I haven't tried straightening it yet). It was, however, the first time I heard him lack confidence. It's only like 105 degrees outside so I plan on having it up any way. One day I'll get an actual hairstyle that's worth my money, but not now. 

I made lasagna tonight and it was really good. We're set with lunches for the next few days. However, I realized just now that it cost just as much to make it as it does to buy it frozen, roughly $10. I also realize that it's probably still healthier that I made it instead of buying it. I'm also going to assume we get more. So win, win. But gosh darn it I don't know if that's better than the time it takes to make it!

Maybe I'll make it again later down the road. Right now, I'm just trying to get used to making things. That meal was a splurge. I did take a picture I'll post later, but pinterest is prettier any way.

Seriously, my stomach starts turning and my saliva pours at the pictures here. I pinned the lasagna recipe just in case anyone was curious. I'm determined to make one of those desserts for Tuesday night since we will have the missionaries over. Now I just have to decide . . .

Also to note, today was the first time I missed DC. I believe I was thinking about the temple. The drive to the temple. I miss that. 

I'm setting new tasks this week since not much is on the schedule outside of the normal routine:

1. Take a picture every day
2. Do P90X 3 days this week
3. make a yummy dessert (off-shooting the previous)
4. Finish reading the Great Apostasy
5. Download my Spanish DVDs
6. Get the guitar out and practice with my husband


*removed picture. It was so ugly I couldn't handle it anymore, haha*

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