When we booked our trip back last year, we started a countdown of days, hours, and minutes until we'd be on the plane headed to a much warmer destination. In the beginning, the days, hours, and minutes just seemed so far off. And the excitement was a distant thought. One to warm us up when… Continue reading The day before a packing storm
Category: Going Gray
Why women should wear glasses in the shower
If I hadn't already claimed that I'm quirky, you might just freak out on me while reading this post...and then un-follow me or not follow me if it's your first visit here. But then you'd miss out on other quirky things I say, and that would be sad... For both of us. So don't do… Continue reading Why women should wear glasses in the shower
You’re kidding me, right?
Over dinner last night, I mentioned to Mr. that it's about time for me to actually pack our clothes into the suitcase to make sure everything fits. Mr: "Uh, huh...Women, what is it about them and all their clothes? If you weren't taking so many swimsuits, it wouldn't be such a problem." Me: "I'm only… Continue reading You’re kidding me, right?
Tiny secrets of my weight loss success story
Shh...it's a secret. Don't tell anyone the secret because if you do, then it won't be a secret and you'll fail. That's been one of my weird-a** beliefs about my dieting successes or failures over the years. Another one of my all-time favorites - "Just make sure your thighs, when you stand in front of… Continue reading Tiny secrets of my weight loss success story
The day I ate my words
Even if the groundhog isn't the only one that has to eat his/her words, I'm glad we've both made it to the end of February 2019 alive! It was rough. Made me darn-tooting tough, though. Yesterday, I literally took on a down-right dagnabit grouchiest meanest nastiest version of my short selfish self ever. I'm not… Continue reading The day I ate my words
Why I cut my own curly gray hair
The day I had fully transitioned to my own naturally curly gray hair, was the last time I stepped into a hair salon. I was a happy camper, yes, I was. Now, hold it right there, don't ya all be thinking, "What is wrong with her? She's a woman over the age of 53 (54… Continue reading Why I cut my own curly gray hair