I HATE MY HAIR!!!

I have been looking for changes in my life lately...For example, in the last couple months I did Lasik on my eyes, changed my living room, started eating healthier, and I work out every day now. I also changed my hair.
First I got shorter layers cut in, which looks fantastic, but I also got highlights, which didn't work for me. I guess I just didn't know what else to do. I knew, as I was asking her to do them, that I didn't want to have her color my hair in any way that day. I had a bad feeling about it. But because she had reserved two hours for me, I felt like it was unfair to her to change my mind, only get the haircut, and walk out over an hour earlier than had been planned. So I just went ahead with it. I haven't really colored my hair before and figured it was a mild way to go anyway. The highlights weren't so bad, Danny liked the blonde with my complexion, but they just turned out a little bronzey along the top of my head, and too chunky, which bugged me, because I like natural looking hair on myself. So I asked my stylist to try her best to change it back. Now my ends look rich and fantastic and I love them...but my roots and the top three inches of my head are, well, RED! I am not comfortable with this! NOW I HAVE TWO TONE HAIR THAT IS FAKE RED AND DARK BROWN! I might as well start dressing gothic and put purple highlights all over in it, with a strip of scarlet down the front, too! I hate it! And I no longer trust my hair lady and am not sure who to turn to!
I know this is whiney and vain and ridiculous, but I have been mourning for my old hair for days now. I had decided two weeks ago that I wanted to keep my long hair into my thirties...now I am worried sick that I must cut it, short, which is the last thing I want to do! (deep breath, sniffle) This is why I have stayed away from coloring it all my life! Oooh, I just want to cry! What do I do?! Help!

Squeeker Shoes

Grammy gave these little kicks to Sophie awhile back. Sophie loves them. We love her.

STUFF, lots of it

messy messy messy

Sometimes I get doing a project and whooaa!-- my house becomes destroyed! Above, are piles of the stuff I picked up off the floor from around my entire house after a couple days of "project time."

And here are my personal calculations of just how much crap I pick up off the ground over a year. Dedicated to all you Mighty Mothers and "Super Sorters" (err, Americans) out there...

These piles of mine each had about 300 items in them! Shoes, toys, a bunch of little hair clips, tools from the garage, clothes...etc. I figure that means there are about 100-200 items each day that must be put back in their proper place. If that is true, each week I sort through at least 700 items of crap and each year, in my little 1500 sq. ft. house of four, I sort through and put away around a half million items!
Goodness, me!
And this doesn't include papers, food, dishes, laundry, closets and drawers, etc.

I either better get rid of some crap or teach my kids how to do it as soon as possible!