Some people express themselves through piercings.. Some through tattoos.. Others through their clothing..

Me?

Well, I like to give my hair a little shaZAMM from time to time!  Rarely do I go all out with a cut and style, because, quite frankly, that scares the hell out of me!  Sure, hair grows back, and mine does at insanely fast rate, but I’m just not really for the drastic change.

Instead, I just like to change my color.  A splash of this or a splash of that.  Sometimes I go so overboard with the dying of the hair, that I inherit the nickname Rainbow Bright. Well I guess it was only that one time..

Now I’m sure you are wondering how or why or maybe WHAT IN THE HELL DID YOU DO TO DESERVE A NAME LIKE THAT?!?!

Let me explain…..

You know Jenny.  I have talked about her in my blog before.  She is my best friend for f**king ever (BFFFE)!  Well, you see, Jenny and I always have these ideas that we find to be awesome or great or whatever the case may be.  We like to think that whatever plan we are about to make is going to be the coolest thing ever.

Moving on…… One of us (and don’t ask who because I couldn’t tell you-we run on the same wavelengths) decided that we should really go all out and dye our hair these fascinatingly crazy colors for a New Years party that we were going to.  The year? 2007 /2008.

We really had no idea what we were doing or how we were going to do it when we bought the boxes of dye, and the stuff to bleach our brunette hair blonde.  Never did it run through my head that this was an utterly stupid idea, and I surely couldn’t see past this party to realize what maintenance this hair was going to require.

First, we bleached the top of our heads (because we wanted the under part to be dark, naturally).  This step alone should have been enough for us to realize that: HELLO!?!?!?! BAD IDEA!!! STOP NOW!  Why?  Other than the fact that the bleach was frying our hair and making us smell bad….?  Well, that about sums it up.  Heh.

After our hair was bleached and dried, we started to add color.  What color, you might ask?  Oh you know, the normal.  Turquoise and pink.  Oh yeah, you heard that right.  Streaks of hot pink with turquoise in my bangs.  Good times!

I went into work the next day.. And let me tell you…. First, I work in a call center, where the average age of the person working there is in their late 20s, early 30s, and that is

being generous.  These are people that, for the most part, have outgrown the wild and crazy life.  Their reaction to my hair?  Absolutely priceless. There were, of course, those who said nothing to my face, those who loved my hair, and those who wondered if I, perhaps, had gone insane.

Of all of my co-workers, one thing was decided.  That my new name was Rainbow Bright.  No one could really deny the fact that I was the only one in the call center to have any unnaturally colored hair, and it really was quite bold.

Sadly, that hairstyle lasted about two weeks before I realized that my hair was growing (again, at an alarmingly fast rate) and my roots needed to be bleached (again).  So back to bleaching I went (again, frying my hair), and then came the decision – to put the pink and turquoise back in or not?  Eh, I knew it couldn’t possibly be as great, so I went with a mixture of the two to make a purple, which was applied to my bangs.

A little less shocking to the eye, I kept this hairdo up for another couple weeks, bleaching as needed, before I gave up the color all together and went straight blonde.  Pulling off the blonde wasn’t nearly as hard as one might think for me, because at that point in my life, I was also very tan.

The blonde hair lasted all of a few days (a week if you want to push it) before I gave up the color all together and went back to being a brunette.  My hair was not tolerating the bleach treatment very well, and I figured that I should wait a few (50ish) years before wearing the bald do.

Just saying!

Gray Hairs??

What the fack, I’m only 24 years old!!!!

Sure, I have two kids, saggy boobs, and some memory issues, but that’s what comes with growing up.  That’s what happens when you live your life.

But a gray hair?!?! This has gone too far, Mother Nature.  How is this justifiable?!!? Give me 3 good reasons that, at 24, I should be removing gray hairs from my head!

Visual? Okay… After I IMMEDIATELY had the nasty little bugger plucked from my head, I took a picture of it.  Documentation is key, people.  I need to know the day I started to lose the last part of my youth.

There you have it.

Now if you’ll excuse me, I feel the need to vomit and sob uncontrollably.

So, after months and months of agonizing, ridiculous migraines, I finally got to see a neurologist on April 27th, 2010. 

After calling my doctor every day for a week in early March about a migraine that had me dizzy, disoriented, and in pain, he decided a neurologist may not be a bad idea after all.

Really, my migraines have been going on since i was a Freshman in High School, and people, they are NOT fun. I wouldn’t wish these upon my worst enemy (and I can sure as hell be a cruel, heartless bitch).

The real issues started just after I had the Mirena IUD put in.  I noticed not only an increase in my migraines, but a different kind of migraine as well. While at first i didnt associate any of these issues with the IUD, I knew something must be up. My worst fear, of course, being cancer, a brain, tumor, or some blood vessel swelling, waiting to burst and kill me. No really, those morbid thoughts ran through my brain and I even had nightmares about something being seriously wrong.

Afraid of what the neurologist could possibly tell me, April 27th had my nerves peaked.  There was a sense of calm running through me at the same time, because I knew that I would have answers.  If nothing else, I would at least know if one of the “bad things” would become a reality, or if I had just really bad migraines. 

I waited for what seemed like an eternity in the waiting room.  Palms sweating, I found comfort in the TV that sat across the room, showing a re-run of America’s Funniest Home Videos.  Watching people hurt themselves, dogs do outrageous tricks, and a man pretending to chop off his foot and freak his wife out, I giggled.  My name was called in the middle of a particularly funny child crying with hiccups, and I was immediately forced back into reality.

Instructed to sit in a chair, the neurologist sat across from me, staring at the computer.  He informed me he would ask questions, do a neurological exam, and ask more questions.  Then, if I had questions or anything to add, there would be time for that before a diagnosis was made.  Being so formal and stiff did not help my nerves what-so-ever.

After asking about a million questions (as promised) about my headaches, what they do, and how long they last, he performed a neurological exam.  Testing reflexes, looking in my eyes, and even feeling my scalp for “tender spots.” Mr. Neurologist came to the conclusion that my fears were just that – fears. Everything was fine inside my head, minus the fact that I was getting migraines that could knock me on my ass (almost literally).  Migraines without Aura is the diagnosis.

He told me the Mirena IUD is more than likely contributing to the severity and frequency of my migraines, but nothing can be proven until I have the IUD removed.  Awesome.  (P.S., if you haven’t already, read this post about my experience with the Mirena).

At this point, I have been put on Protriptyline which is a daily medication used to treat chronic migraines.  In the past, it was used to treat depression.  It makes me sleepy at night, awake during the day, and one happy girl!  Seriously, I haven’t had a horrific mood swing in the last week (and that’s how long I’ve been on them)!  In addition, the side effects include cotton mouth and weight loss!!!

So for the next six weeks I will keep track of my migraines, the type, and how severe they are.  If I see enough improvement to be happy, the Mirena stays.  If the migraines have only slightly subsided and/or the mood swings don’t go away, the Mirena is going to be removed.

A week into my new “Kill the Migraines” program, I am feeling pretty confident.  I feel happier and more at peace with myself, my moods have leveled off a bit, and I haven’t had a migraine in a week.  Good stuff, eh?  Well, so far.  Keep me in your thoughts. Determination, my friends, is the key here!

Omg people, someone nominated ME for a blog award!!!  Awww, I totally love my J over at BB&A blog!!!  And apparently, she totally thinks I’m awesome!  I’m literally blushing.

I’m suuuuuuuuuuuuuper late even acknowledging this award, and for that, I apologize profusely!!!

Anyways, the rules are as follows::

“The ‘rules’ of The Hardcore Award are going to be…
Link and list 5 (or less) people who you think are awesome, amazing and rockin’ and then share a few things that you think make YOU awesome!  I think that people are so used to being humble and don’t want to seem narcissistic but Mami thinks EVERYONE should think they are awesome and amazing and rockin’.  Maybe your an amazing baker or you have a great butt…whatever it is…tell the world and feel good about it!  Yeah!  Oh and you need to let them know someway (a comment is prob easiest) that you have awarded them.”

 

 

 

• I make super adorable babies!
• Photography comes naturally to me
• I hear I make nummy nummy food (when I do cook)
• My writing skills are totally legit!

Okay, yeah enough about Me!  Now it’s time to nominate some folk.

1. Mely @ MelySpeaks – I love her. 
2. singlemama_CC @ NotYourAverageSinglaMama - She rocks at being a single mom and a person!
3. Alison @ Blessed With 3 – One of my newest friends who does amazing things to help others!  She is amazing!

So there you have it, my friends.  Now, it was really hard to not list everyone’s blog that I follow and read.  Because, quite frankly, I love all of my blogging buddies!  Know that I love you even if you aren’t one of the three.

Just for fun:: If I didn’t list you, leave me a comment telling me what you think is so awesome about yourself!! 

This being the Mingle in which I cannot get my head straight, have many distractions, and had to re-record about a bazillion times.

Ariana was great. The pounding on the door really put me into “auto talk” mode.