Category Archives: Ramblings

I’m gonna wash that gray right outta my hair….

I’m gonna wash that gray right outta of my hair. Yeah my age is starting to catch up with me. Thankfully with conveniences we now have, some of life’s little annoyance can now be rectified. I was born a blond hair child with bright blue eyes, in fact that color stayed with me until I was 19. Then my sister cut my hair really short and soon afterwards my hair changed to the color it is now, brown.

My attitude and personality at times do reflect the status that blonds have gotten over the years and I take it in stride and just say I am being blond which is not far from the truth some days.

With the wide availability of colors out there on the market it is hard some days to choose what color I will use to make a radical change. Yet I always seem to stick to old faithful, red. By the time I am done with the red coloring and it has had a chance to blend with my brown, I get a lovely auburn head of hair for at least 6 weeks. I will go red roughly three times a year to get a change of pace. I like the difference in how it looks and the strut I suddenly get after the coloring is complete.

My husband does not always notice but I am getting use to that. The compliments I get from other people I know and total strangers just makes me smile on the inside and yeah on the outside as well.

It is such inexpensive and easy way to make a small change in one’s life. Face it, life comes at you hard and aging is not always easy to deal with. It is a way to bounce back on the days we need that as women. Granted soon enough the color will fade and slowly be brushed or washed out. But in that small amount of time, every time I look in the mirror and see the change it gives me a boost. I think that is pretty cool all for the price of $3.49. To me that is a damn good bargain.

To Do List- The Curse

How many of us have a “To Do List”? I do. The list of the lists I have is starting to get legendary. With this chaotic world we now live in, it helps people get organize with the basics. For me I have a list for:

1-Things to buy

2-Things to fix around the house

3-Things to clean inside and around the house

4-List of books for the book club I run

5-List of doctors appts/meetings/errands that must be done

6-List of publishers I am planning on sending my query letter to

7-List of things that I need to do for others

It goes on. You all get the picture. The joy of striking out something on the list is hard to explain. The people who get that sentiment are the ones who make lists. There are times I do feel like a hamster in a wheel going round and round for those are the days I cross one item and add three much to my dismay.

How many of us have a list of things to do that are fun?

1-Read a good book

2-Go outside for a walk

3-Spend time with the family

4-Go to the movies

5-Do absolutely nothing

I would bet a whole nickel that we don’t do this as a norm. They are things we should not forget automatically but some of us do.

The point of making a list is to not to forget. Which makes sense but by not exercising our brain and memory we are only hurting ourselves to some small degree. How can we remember if we are always writing things down?

But go me, I take it a step farther. There are the days that no matter how well thought out my lists are I just plain forget to look at the list and go about my merry way. Yes, go me.

Don’t you just love it?

Open vs Close

Everyone knows for the most part what a hamper is for. It is a simple contraption that requires little thought. You open the lid, place the dirty item inside and close. You are now done until it is time to do the laundry. So why is it hard for my family to not open the lid but instead place the clothes on top or around the hamper? I can’t even blame my son for he has been doing his own laundry since he was 11. So it rests on my husband. I have asked my darling was there a problem, could he not figure it out, did he need help? You know, trying to do my part. His reply was a grunt. Really? It is not rocket science is it?

Does anyone else have this problem or are we the only special family on the block? I decided though to just ignore the frustration and when I see clothes not in the container to fix that. There are worse problems in the world to let this nag at me for as long as it has.