Pixel Imperfect

So, lately I've been casual to the extreme (at least for me). It's shortened how long it takes me to get ready for work or ready for the day. In fact, yesterday I woke up at 7:42. Oops! I was out the door by 7:44. I threw on my clothes and brushed my teeth. Brushed my hair, put on concealer and powder at a stoplight. I got to work 2 minutes late. I put on eyeliner while standing at my locker. (My rule is that if I forget every bit of eye makeup, I'm good as long as I have on eyeliner. It helps that my lashes are naturally black.) Chapstick stays in my pocket all day. It makes life so much easier. New routine: Hair is tossed into a smooth ponytail with a cute and/or colorful bobby pin holding back my bangs. Wearing my glasses more often. Makeup consists of concealer , setting powder , eyeliner , mascara and chapstick Total comes to five pieces. All of which I can toss in my makeup bag and keep in my purse. Along with a lash curler. Boyfriend said this still sounded like a lo

At this time in our lives, the boyfriend and I have made the decision to not have children. This is not a decision we have taken lightly. It's not a decision we made yesterday. Or after babysitting someone else's kids. I didn't hate babies when I was a teenager and decide then I was never going to have kids. Ever. GOSH!!!! I don't hate kids. They're funny sometimes. They're cute. Sometimes they're huge brats. This really had nothing to do my personal decision to not have children. Many, many other things did. I believe that people who choose to be childfree because they think babies are smelly and droolly are more likely change their minds later in life. Of course, I have no longitudinal study to support my musings. Moving on... I have to deal with nearly every woman I've ever met telling me "Oh, it's different when they're yours!" Oh, really? So before you had kids you absolutely didn't want to have children? You had already made a