Friday, August 29, 2014

It's Friday, Love



Wouldn't it be wonderful if there were signs throughout life to help us choose the right path. Don't turn left you'll get hurt. Right would be more prudent. Every night I say tomorrow is the day. Tomorrow I won't wake up with a knot in my stomach. Tomorrow I won't feel like my arm is missing. Tomorrow I'll feel better. Tomorrow still hasn't come. And I've done everything I can think of to help it along. I don't know what that means, but I sure would appreciate a sign pointing out where to go from here.

Staycation '14 has been pretty relaxing so far. I've engaged in numerous home improvement shenanigans and projects, had some fun lunches and taken Miss A to the park (she's in heaven). P.S. I'm becoming quite handy with a drill. This weekend should be fun looking forward to some Labor Day excursions and grilling. I'm taking Monday off but I'll be back on Tuesday with all new posts. Tuesday the craziness begins again and I don't really stop till November.....I'll be sure to bring my camera along for the ride.

Labor Day is upon us again and summer has come to an end.......boo:)













Wednesday, August 27, 2014

The Color of My Hair



This isn't my real hair color. Well, let me back up...it was, when I was like three. I was born with kind of a light brown hue that looked golden in the sun and I loved it. Then when middle school hit it slowly began turning darker and darker until it had transformed into a drab brown specimen that had exactly zero awesomeness included. Is there a receipt that comes with this? Can I take it back?

Then when I was about 20 I looked in the mirror one day and thought there was something in my hair. Upon closer inspection, I gasped at the knowledge that strands of gray were slowly taking over. A wave of nausea hit and I called my mother at work crying. I'M TOO YOUNG FOR THIS! THANKS DAD!!! The genetic betrayal that was my legacy had finally taken hold.

How to best describe my natural hair color?? I like to explain it like this.....

Imagine Ireland, around 1787. There's a woman in a field. The wind is blustering around her. The baby strapped to her back is weighing heavily upon her as she bends down to retrieve rocks from the ground, hoping in vain to grow some potatoes. She hasn't seen her husband in three days. Most likely he's at the pub. The English have oppressed her people for generations, her dress is five years old, the roof on their house is falling in and oh by the way she's pregnant with number four. As she stands up and surveys the sea, she wonders how far she'd get before she succumbed to the waves......

Sort of Angela's Ashes meets Raising Arizona....that's the color of my hair....

I don't explain it like this to be morose. I actually think it's funny. People are fighting cancer, I just don't like my gray hair. That being said a woman's hair is a big deal. She wears it every day, she often changes it when a major life event happens and it can pick up her spirits like nothing else. We have so much to take care of and deal with each day, so I say why the hell not. When it's all said and done I'll probably have spent China's daily food budget on mine, but that's ok. It makes me happy.

As much of a feminist as I am and as much as I'd like to say I don't care, I do. I like for my hair to look nice. I don't like the gray. If I were a man I could age gracefully to a spectacular salt-n-pepper ratio a la Richard Gere while I was told how distinguished I looked, but this just isn't the case for women. Sure I could take a stand and go completely natural, but frankly, I like highlights. I like going to the salon. Maybe one day I'll go for it but not until I've tried some pink highlights. Definitely want to get the nerve up to do that one one day.

I say there's nothing wrong with helping God along a little bit. At least I don't use the box dye anymore. That's a whole other post in itself!

Monday, August 25, 2014

Minneapolis



Minneapolis....I think it's better if we see other people. It's not you, it's me. We went on a couple dates, had some laughs and you are a really nice person. But there's just no spark and I don't think we have a future together. You're just not my jam. If people aren't talking loudly and with their hands I get uncomfortable. If people are too nice my neck starts to get itchy. If the craziest thing you've done in the last year was change your shampoo, I'm probably going to zone out by the appetizer. Good luck to you....

But still a productive conference and a couple great meals....hopefully the love of my life is just around the corner...































Monday, August 18, 2014

Shall We Dance?



When in doubt, dance.....

When in doubt, dance salsa.....

Happy Monday....













 

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