Houses, iPads, and Textbooks

Oofda it's been a while since I've last written...

So let's see...what's been shakin'...

Well, Thomas and I have been working with a realtor and a mortgage agent to get this house hunting rolling.

Our realtor is John Kane.

He's really nice.

It's the same guy his parents went through when they moved here from England.

We have to finish some paperwork to submit to the mortgage to get our preapproval for a loan before we can actually start shopping for a house and putting offers on ones we like.

I just have to get some paperwork from Wellsfargo for my loans then we get cracking.

But it's not looking too good.

The guy (I don't even know his name because Thomas has been talking to him) says it might be hard for us to get approved because of Tom's job and our school loans.

With only me working fulltime, it might not work out.

*Le sigh*

Well, if that's the case, it'll be another year before we can start house shopping.

There is always renting an apartment, but we {really} don't want to rent if we don't have to...

But then again, I did get a promotion at work, with a pay raise, and maybe, just maybe, when all is said and done, we will get approved, no probs. We'll just have to see!

So work...

Yeah, I got a promotion!
Holla!

I am very very very excited about it.

Well, I knew it was coming because it's kinda the position I applied for, I just needed to be trained in first, 

but the exciting part is that I got bumped up a couple months earlier than anticipated.

Woot!

So now I am the Lead Teacher of the Wobbler room!
It is mine to run! Yay!

I get to do all the teachery stuff, like their assessments, anecdotals, goals, monthly newsletters to the parents, activities and decorations that coordinate with the monthly theme, daily notes to the parents, all sorts of fun stuff!

I am excited!

Another awesome part??

The director for YBR gave me an ipad for my classroom!

I had been trying to convince Thomas that being a Lead Teacher meant that an ipad was a necessity for me to have to use in my classroom, but I was having a hard time convincing him...

And the director gave me her old one!

She said it's all mine to do whatever I please with, until I leave YBR, then I gotta give it back.

I am ecstatic!

So I've already got flashcards, songs, and games for the kiddies!

And of course Scrabble for myself... :) 

I am very excited and loving my job more and more.

The best part of my job?
All the random, awesome, hugs the kids give throughout the day.

LOVE IT.

Thomas' fourth semester started on Thursday!
Just one more semester to go after this one.
He is loving his classes and the college.

Life is good. 

The Great Debate

 I am finding myself in a bit of a conundrum lately. 

I am struggling with a big decision.

One of the biggest decisions that women face.

And we face it frequently throughout our lives.

Usually.

It's "The Great Debate."

"The Inner Struggle."

The "What to do with my hair" dilemma.

If you're a man reading this blog:

Quit laughing.

It's a serious matter to us women.

It's a big decision.

Especially if you're like me:

Stuck with a significant other who has to give you their input on the whole matter. 

*Le sigh*

So my hair has gotten very very long.

Too long.

Well, some days it's too long.

Some days it's just right.

Some days it's still too short.

(Shhh...I'm really Goldilocks in disguise...)

Whenever I shower, it's too long.

It takes too much work to wash.

Then dry.

Then comb.

Then style.

Blegh.

When I want to braid it, and do fun things with it,

It's still not long enough.

When all is said and done,

and I've got my hair cleaned and styled,

a cute outfit on, and my hunnie on my arm,

then it's just right.

[BUT] The problem is, 

More often than not these days,

I feel like my hair is too long.

It takes too much work.

And any time I even mention the thought of cutting my hair, I swear, Thomas just about has a heart attack. 

But it's to the point where I'm just like, 

"Forget it if Thomas loves my long hair.

I hate it.

Most days..."

But I know if I cut it off, I'll regret it.

I'll miss my long hair.

That's how it always works.

I love my short hair the first hour.

Maybe day.

Then I'll be crying about missing my long hair. 

But I'm thinking of doing it anyway.

So how short are we talking?
Shoulder-length.

That means about 7-8 inches off.

Hmmm..

Here's some favorite styles:

But it's just not that easy.

Even if I DO decide to cut it,

It's always scary trying a new style.

What if it looks great in a picture, 

But ugly on me?!

Not okay.

And then there's actually trying to {find} the right haircut.

Does it fit my hair type?

Does it complement my face shape?
My best facial features?

Then there are so many different features to think about!
Bangs or no bangs?
Layers or no layers?
Length? Shoulders? Chin?
Texturing?
Highlighting?

Ahhhh!!!

Men.

No matter what it comes to...

They have it so easy.

Biased

First things first:
I deposited my first full two-week paycheck the other day from YBR.

It was THREE times my checks I was getting from Target.

It felt SOOOOO good to deposit. 

So good.

Second things second:
Thomas and I got a good laugh last night...
We put in a movie when we went to bed last night, and of course, I fell asleep well before it was over.
Well, my hunnie decides to wake me up with kisses when it's over. 
So he starts kissing my face all over, starting from the left and working towards the right...when all of a sudden he yells, "BLECH!! Nasty!!"
You see, when he got to the other side of my face, he realized I had been drooling...and it was on my cheek...for him to kiss.
Yum.
Made us laugh.
A lot.

And then we reminisced...

About the time we fell asleep on the couch years ago, him laying on top of me, his head on my chest.
And ya know that little crick/hole thing you have in your neck? Like straight below your chin??
Well, I woke up to a puddle of drool from Thomas right in that little notch.

*Sigh*
It's a good thing neither of us get embarrassed easily. 
And we're not afraid to share our craziness with the world.

Too many times we find ourselves saying:
"We need our own reality show."

Well, {we} think we're a hoot...but hey, we're biased.
;)