bummer.

today as i left work i saw a man struggling to get through the rain in his wheelchair.

i took a quick second to think about it and concluded it was ok for me to ask if he wanted help out the rain.

all i got in return was a grumble and a nasty look.

i felt somewhat mortified.  i knew i was taking a chance when asking,  but i truly had no idea he would resent me like that...   in front of my face.

i felt a bit ashamed. {is that too dramatic?}

why on earth would i acknowledge he might actually need assistance?

why on earth would i assume he would want to get out of the rain faster?

these quandaries in life make me wonder if i truly get society.  or the rules in dealing with people.

i honestly felt bad for him, not because he was handicapped, but because he was scooting his feet against the ground to make the chair move, only, not so well when navigating up the sidewalk ramp.  and it was raining.

am i a horrible person or am i just horribly dramatic?  in this instance only...  because, honestly, feel a bit of both, when then makes me feel doubly dramatic. 

oh YES. I. DID.

 i so did it.

i craved follicular freedom.

and i got it.

i put on my big girl panties and...

grew a set.

i chopped off my {sorta} locks this weekend.

 i was going for this...

and i could totally style it like that if i wanted tons of goop up in there,

but instead, i will settle on this...

pay no mind to the busy background.

i am... busy.

i mean, i can obviously make time for a haircut, self-portrait, and triple-blogging,

but don't ask me to straighten up our school shelves, or coat rack.

they just don't rate.

Stuart Haygarth

another

OH HENRY {ROAD} MOMENT!

how did i forget to share this with you today?

{oh wait, it may have been the two Fs that came home again with the boy}

check this out...

staircase courtesy of Stuart Haygarth 

at the Victoria and Albert Museum in London

made of Recycled picture frames

all via Treehugger. 

and perfectly my colorful style.

i.am.in.heaven.

freaking october. almost.

is it seriously almost october?

what the freak?

i had loads of time.

other priorities on the burners.

i had no idea october was this week.

i'm t-minus 2 weeks and 5 days until my peeps...

{the fabu Blue Lily team}

is here.

and taking pictures of my family.

oh wait... what is that, you ask?

what will my family be wearing that nice, fine, october day?

freak if i know.

i just figured out october was this week.

and now i have hit sheer panic.

i scheduled this back in march.

MARCH.

how are we already at OCTOBER?

i have tons of novel ideas about how to dress my small family,

but nothing really.... how do you say....

PUT TOGETHER.

can you believe that jank?

{i am janky}

oh my.

i slack so effortlessly.

unknowingly effortlessly slackified.

and full o' panic.

i hope i do not disappoint.

i have worked this up in my mind since MARCH.

freaking blizzard-induced-photofest-obsession-o-mine.

gum-o-phobia.

gum.

i hate it.

i hate the smell.

i hate the sound.

i hate it all.

i hate when people smack it around in their mouths.

i hate when people play with it in their mouth with their hands.  and then touch something communal.

i. 

hate.

gum.

today i stepped in gum.

in my favorite flats.

fresh, minty, green, stretchy, gummy gum.

my shoes are ruined.

who in their right mind still spits that jank in parking lots?

why wouldn't you just spit it in the trash can RIGHT IN FRONT OF YOU.

i'm beyond pissed.

between my disgust of gum and the nastiness of getting it off my shoes,

i have determined my favorite flats will go right into the trash tonight.

it is sad.

it is unfortunate.

it is all somewhat depressing.

i stepped in gum.

when you have a gum phobia/disgust, this is a horrible experience.

when you have to throw out your favorite shoes, it's doubly horrible.

woe is me today, woe.  is.  me.

at least i have shoes, right?

*pfft*

i know, i know.

happy freaking friday.