bowl cut babes

I'm sure by now that most of you know that Freddie is a twin (and by now you also know that Ricky and Freddie are the same person). 

Meet Jimmie, Freddie's twin.

I know what you're thinking. Emily, you big fat liar. They don't even look like brothers, much less twins. And to that I say...

I agree. But they are twinsies for realsies and thick as thieves and honestly, it's the cutest thing ever. I don't care that they are two grown bleep men---I still use the word cute because it accurately describes their twinsie-ness and I love it. 

But here's something you probably didn't know. 

Freddie and I are also twins.

What?! Ew. Gross. Y'all are married. Don't get strange. And to that I say...

We're not twins twins, but we are haircut twins which makes us twins in a way. Let me explain. 

Example A

Example B

Have you ever had a bad haircut before? You have? Okay, great. Well mine and Freddie's cut-to-perfection bowl cuts can crush your regular bad haircuts straight into the mud. I often wondered if people ever actually placed a bowl on one's head to create the bowl cut look, and you know what? I almost don't see any other way that Freddie's hairdresser could have achieved that edge-of-the-bowl-line on his hair other than to have put an actual bowl over his head. 

Let me finish up this gem of a post with two thoughts:

1- Why didn't we have matching haircuts at out wedding? Hashtag fail. Hashtag wedding re-do. 

2- I can't wait to bowl cut the crap out of future little Emily's and little Ricky's hair. 

May all your future haircuts be beautiful and free of any bowls on your head. 
Over and out. 

blogiversary

One year ago I created and posted my first blog post. It was really captivating and people everywhere flocked to mlemoore.blogspot.com to get some Yippee! It's MLE! action.

true or false?

Okay, so maybe not completely true. It was exactly a year ago. That part is true. And I know my family reads it so that means some people flocking to it. Just work with me here, okay?

Usually on an anniversary, especially one as important as this, you exchange gifts and do special things and talk about how much has changed in whatever amount of time has passed. Blog, my gift to you is this post and all the ones after it. Aww, lucky! The special thing I am doing is posting TWICE in ONE week. Aww, double lucky! As for what has changed since that first post oh so long ago? Well, let's see...

• My hair got longer. And my bangs grew out. And my dark color grew out. (this is #1 for obvious reasons like, it really is the most exciting thing to happen. ever).
• I am back at school. Writing papers! Reading, reading, reading! Dancing (and dying)! Yay yay!
• I now have the best Freddiefriend. (meaning, I have a Freddiefriend who is the best).
• I was in a movie. Starring, obviously. Ever heard of the Footloose remake? Ever heard of the Footloose remake with Emily Moore's face in it? Coming to a theater near you on October 14.
• Ann started driving and having a social life and being all popular pants.
• My mom joined (after being a servant woman/HALFWIT for many, many, many weeks) an improv group at the community theater in Newnan. SO basically, my mom is on Whose Line Is It Anyways: Newnan Edition. 
• I ran a 5K. I mean, I ran two of them. Lawhammercy, can you believe that? I can't. Forget you people that run 26.2 miles. Forget. You. 
• I got my first cavity. And discovered these wonderful things called Peanut Butter M&M's. Coincidence? 

That's about it. Nothing else changed.
kidding. I'm sure like one more thing maybe changed...

Anyways, oh dear blogsies of mine, Happy One Year! And here's to many more years and many more (super exciting and wonderful) postings! Yippee!

share your hair

Have you ever thanked your parents for your hair? Say what, you haven't? How strange. Me either. I have thanked them for many things: changing my diapers, feeding me (sometimes...), celebrating my birthdays, my education, yadda yadda yadda you know how the list goes on. The thing is, I don't think I will ever thank them for my hair. Nope. Not since Ann Elizabeth graced the planet with her gentleyetvoluptuous wavy headed self.

Emily, you're crazy. Why does it even matter? 

Maybe I am crazy. If I am, it is only because living with Ann has caused me to become crazy. Every morning we go through the same routine. I wake up, yawning and rubbing my eyes like most human beings, and as I pass the mirror I see the usuals: 

1) Mr. Cowlick is mad at me for laying on him so to get back at me he stands straight up.

 2) The Pillow Crease. You know when you put your hair in a ponytail and when you take the rubber band out you have a crease in your hair? (oh my gosh, I need hairapy). Well, when I lay against the pillow and some of my hair happens to fold under or fold over or lie any way but straight down, I get a crease in it. This is my hair trying to be wavy/curly. 

3) Tangles. Self explanatory. They come, they takeover, and they hurt. 

I start to walk away pretending that I am totally okay with waking up like that. I am totally okay with never being able to like, sleep in and have to get up in a hurry to get somewhere on time without showering or doing anything and still look just great. Just as I am starting to feel like I'm on top of the hairworld, in walks Ann-y poo. Dun dun dun. Now, at first glance Ann looks like a normal human being as well. Do not be fooled! It is very important to stay focused. After yawning and rubbing her eyes and looking in the mirror at what appears to be a head full of messy hair, you will see Ann's hand slowly reach up and start to pull out the rubber band that has been restraining the curls and waves and goodness from eating her face all night. 

POOF.

I take the time to blink (mistake), and when I look again Ann's hair is perfect. Literally. Waves framing that ever so presh sleepy headed face. Not one hair outta place. (until I run up and punch her in the face...)

Sometimes I pretend I DO have Ann's hair, so what?

 I wanted a sister SO badly. I wanted to share shoes. Ann wears a 7, I wear a 9. I wanted to share clothes. Ann is size negative negative zero, I am not. I wanted to share hair tips. Ann does nothing and washes her hair annually. I do everything and still have hair straighter than paper and to prevent looking as greasy as a Big Mac, I wash my hair everyday. 

Ann, if you're reading this, I do love you. Mostly for your hair. Oh, p.s.-that's also the reason I don't love you so much. 

side note: This post was not written so that I could complain (really...). I wrote it just to let you all know that the Bruno Mars line, "your hair, your hair falls perfectly without you trying." was in fact written after Mr. Mars saw Ann one morning.