While I listened to the hum of the lawnmower echoing through the window, I stood there dressed like a unicorn in front of the mirror. It was trim time on the homefront. I stared at myself and thought, "Good thing Mr. is busy mowing the lawn. He'd laugh at my haircutting technique. Everyone learns how… Continue reading A trimming kind of weekend
Category: Going Gray
The ugly shoes I wear
Have you ever made a guy wait until you find the right pair of shoes to wear to a garden party? Or finish photographing them for your blog post? Or have your shoes ever gotten a second glance from some other cute guy while you're at an outdoor party? I get that all the time.… Continue reading The ugly shoes I wear
Embracing the reality of imperfections
This is my year of embracing or modifying imperfections in my life. Yeah, it's part of my MAD MAD MOM month, too, but seriously, if at 54 years of age I can't get past my imperfections, I'd be doomed. Doomed. Doomed. Doomed. Doomed like my unicorn horn and my barnacle are - gone forever, leaving… Continue reading Embracing the reality of imperfections
Mad mad mom goes all senior on us
Every morning, I sit in the corner of my office and write my 3-morning pages. It helps me clear my sleepy head, and get me ready for the day. As I finished up my pages today, I wondered how many months I have left in my 54th year of life? I'm not dying, (yet), I'm… Continue reading Mad mad mom goes all senior on us
My six-month gig as a plastic surgeon
Today I would've been sitting in the plastic surgeon's office. Having a simple surgery on my face. But, nope, I canceled the appointment. Why did I do that you ask? Well...that's a funny story, kind of gross, really gross, so if you're so inclined to like that kind of stuff, stick around while I share… Continue reading My six-month gig as a plastic surgeon
Why I love my gray hair
I've never fussed much with my wild a** curly hair. It has a mind of its own, that's for sure. Well...on second thought, after I typed those words, I know that Mr. would disagree and call me out on it. He's right. Dagnabit. When I colored my hair, I fought with it EVERY day. I… Continue reading Why I love my gray hair