Trends that MUST disappear in 2014

Ew

                                                    Ombre hair. 

Ok, to be completely honest I liked this when it first came out. But It’s getting a little annoying because I am seeing it EVERYWHERE! It’s not even a trend anymore! More like an obsession that everybody seems to have. Sadly, I doubt this will be going anywhere soon, but a girl can hope, right?   

It look like a unicorn got sick in her hair. 

                                   Neon ombre.  

Please!!  Stop the torture!!! This takes AWFUL to a whole. new. level.  Especially if you are over the age of fourteen. I know this might seem like a huge challenge to some people, but can you PLEASE at least try to appear normal? Please? I trust your acting skills.      

Please stop.

                                                        Hair chalk. 

Really people? Really?!? This is sad. I expect more from you--you trend-setting-people. 

                                                           Spiky\Pointy things

                                         This is actually kind of frighting.

O.O

On the bright-side you always have a weapon on your foot in case of emergencies

Apparently, after adding all the spikes they couldn't afford to add a heel. 

#ProTip I shouldn't be afraid of puncturing my skin with your shoes

The sad part is....this is a real person

                  "Designer" pajamas            
                      

Think I’m kidding?

Think again. 

People actually wear these in public. I wouldn’t even wear these in the safety of my own home!! Some “upscale” ones sell for THOUSANDS OF DOLLARS. And from what I’ve seen, most make you look like a homeless person. 

No, wait. THAT IS AN INSULT TO HOMELESS PEOPLE EVERYWHERE!!!

So, do every reasonable person on this planet a favor, and help me end this trend!!!

                              

It all started with this woman....

                                       Leggings worn as pants.

Might as well carry around a sign that says "LOOK AT MY BUTT!!"

                                  

I am your friend.

                             

      Leggings with dresses. Cool
Leggings with skirts. Awesome. 
    Leggings with long tunic tops that cover your behind. Sweet. 
Leggings as pants. Ew. Gross. NoNoNopeNotaNopeNoNoNoNopeNopeNope. 

 


                                                                    Statement leggings
 Wasn't it bad enough they wear them as pants? Apparently, they couldn't stand to stop the torture there.

Popsicle and kitten leggings

I'm confuzzled

"IS THAT YOU SNOWBALL?!?"
I keep thinking i'm going to see a minion in there :/

     
                                                              Blue mascara

"Don't look them in the eye. Do not look them in the eye.

I have two reasons for picking the first picture. 1. The makeup looks particularly awful and 2. Her hat makes me laugh. 

I was reluctant to post both because, honestly, they look a little....sickly. But anywho (trying to stay on topic here), this is above and BEYOND awful. This makes you look like a seventh grader who doesn’t have a Mom who is willing to tell you when you look like a clown. I get that it's supposed to make your eyes pop but....it doesn't. 

                                         Over-the-top nail art

A little sparkle here in there is fine and can add a cute bit of detail, but when you start gluing stuff on, that is a sign that you have crossed the invisible line of cute accents to looking like a 5th graders art project. 

                So, the moral of this post is....*drumroll*....you do not have to dress like a maniac to receive attention. I know, I know, unheard of in today's society, but it is possible. How about we try to be known for having a great personality instead of......having pink hair. Or maybe you could have a reputation for always smiling instead of wearing leggings that give people migraines. Just a thought;)

Stay awesome 

~Meghan

My First Babysitting Experience - A Horror Story

First I would like to introduce todays cast:                                                                            

                                                                                                                             Cody: 11 years                                                                                                                     Zack 9.                                                                                                                      Sophia: 6 years.                                                                                                        Olivia: 3 years.                                                                                                       Lucy: 2 years.                                                                                                        Jake: 3 months.

       Ok, so last week my Grandma had been graced with the joy of babysitting her six grandchildren.  Sadly, she was also being visited by the toothache fairy.  That would, of course, impair her ability to keep the children from dying a gruesome death, so she asked me and my sister to come with her.  Since I'm the kinda person that has nothing to do on Friday nights, I agreed.  

Big mistake.

I don’t babysit very often, meaning I had a very wrong idea about it.  I though babysitting would be making adorable crafts and reading them sweet bed-time stories before they slip into a blissful slumber. 

No.  

It’s more like running around in constant panic screaming things like “Don’t touch that!!” Or “Settle down!!” and “NO BITING!!!”  

 I said the last one more than I should have had to. 

I should have known from the start how it would be. 

I'm an amazing artist, right?

"WANNA GO PLAY IN DA DIRT?!?" Sophia screamed as she ran into my arms.
Apparently, their entire back yard is dirt (they needed to level it out to put their trampoline there safely.)
After jumping on the trampoline for an hour, which was in their driveway, we decided to go inside.
Zack and Cody decided to hide out in the basement and watch some ridiculous Disney TV series called "Dog With a Blog."

While my Grandma and I set to making PB&J's,  my sister  hushed baby Jake, or at least attempted to.

"NO! I want chocolate milk" Sophia protested the awful idea of drinking plain milk.

     I fetched her gourmet cow juice and sat down to eat my sandwich with them.

"Ah dun" Lucy attempted to wriggle out of her highchair. 
“No you’re not” I pointed at her food. 

“OUT!” She screamed. 

“Let her go” Grandma said.  And if Grandma says.....

I didn’t really care whether or not she ate, as long as she didn’t start crying that she was hungry later.

After letting the children destroy the house for about thirty minutes I corralled Sophia and Olivia to the bath, and sat the others in front of the TV (No, Dog With a Blog today.  I picked out a classic, Cinderella.)

I peeled off their mud splattered clothing and filled up the bathtub with warm water. 

“It’s to hot” Olivia protested when I tried to put her in.
“Ok”  I put more cold water in.
“It’s too cold now”
You. Have. Got. To. Be. Kidding. Me. 

“No it isn’t” I grabbed her and plopped her into the water before she could protest.
After crying for a short while she realized that I wasn’t listening and began to splash Lucy instead. 

Lucy, being the smart girl she is, decided that her best bet to win the splashing-wars would be to turn on the jets (Ok maybe she just accidentally pushed the button but it’s possible.) 

“NOOOOO!!!” I pushed her hand away.  It was too late. Before I knew what was happening there was water flying ever-where.

AHHHHHH!!!!!

  

My face was being drenched with lukewarm (and moldy, due to the lack of use the jets get) water.
“TURN IT OFFFF!!!! TURN IT OFFFFFF!!!” My Grandma screamed.
“I CAN’T!!! WHERE IS THE BUTTON?!?!” I fumbled for the button.

While we were panicking, Olivia got scared out of the tub, and was then running down the hall dripping wet, and naked. 

After what seemed like forever, I FINALLY hit the right button.
Silence. 

 Laughter.

“What happened? I could here you guys screaming downstairs.” My sister appeared in the doorway. 

Not exactly knowing myself, I didn’t reply. 

“GOTCHA” I grabbed Olivia’s wrist as ran past the door. 

Standing up, I surveyed the damage.

 The entire, and I mean ENTIRE, bathroom was soaked.
All four walls, the floor, and even ceiling were dripping wet. 

*sigh* 

“Get drying” My Grandma threw me a towel.
I got Olivia back into the tub and wiped up (most of) the mess.

Three hours, and four breakdowns (all my own) later, we were released of our babysitting duties. 

"Did our little angels behave?"
"Oh yes, they were simply perfect!"

The question is...was it worth it? 

Until next time ~Meghan 
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