Bad News Bears

So my dad came up to me today and stated that he wishes to convert our spare room into an office and that he would appreciate it if I cleaned the room for him. It's a normal enough proposition, right?

Normally I would be compliant and help a brotha' out, but when your spare room looks like this...










You tend to rethink your options. Granted, most of this mess is mine okay, all of it but there is no way I will be able to clean this monster on my own. I was thinking of recruiting some choice and trustworthy help (i.e. the guys that do our front yard), but I not only do not have the funds for such labor but I also do not think the 'pops would be down with strangers in our home.
I was also pondering putting everything in the closet and just pretending I cleaned, but I know that one fateful day my father will decide he wants to use the closet for something industrious and I will be back to square one.

So it's back to contemplating and evaluating how long it will take me to clean this room... I say a month.


And a sad, sad month it will be...

Mamma needs a new haircut.

I decided last year to grow out my hair for a good cause (http://www.locksoflove.org/). I set the prospective date to November in order to allow my luscious locks to grow, but now I am regretting said decision. My hair is morphing into a rats nest of monstrous proportions.
If it were a marriage between two people's hair, it would be this...

Mishca Barton (post OC)


and Mary-Kate Olsen (minus the scary headband and kimono)

I'm so close to throwing in the towel and abandoning all hope...
But on the plus side, here is my light at the end of the tunnel.

Not Nicole Richie... the haircut. Just in case you were pondering what I meant by "light."

5 more months, patience, and a nice trim to the bangs and split ends should suffice until then. Sigh.

Nightmare on Cullumber St.

It is customary/habit for me to fall asleep with the T.V. on. Mostly because I need noise in order to catch my "z's." Why not music you say? Because music cannot make your dreams as interesting as the T.V. can.

But when you wake up to this...









And have dreams like this...













It makes you rethink your habit.
Therefore, music it is.