I've had battles against Mother Nature on many levels, ranging from her sending rain just as i hang out the laundry to dry to sending mist and fog to ruin my just straightened hair. So, that's it, I'm not fighting anymore. I'm letting the hair have its curl. I'm going to stop trying so hard to be fashionable. Well, not too much, just not going to waste any more time on fruitless adventures in vanity.
I'm not going to bother to re-dye my scarlet streaks because I'm tired of dripping pink sweat down my shirt in the gym. They've lightened up into this kind of orange, which I'm actually not too bothered by. I'm not going to darken the brown - let the silver show, let's see what the Mother Nature Bitch has actually done to me over the years. I know that one of the lightened sections on my left temple is completely silver, and my stylist says (and I say stylist but don't think it's anything posh, ok - she's just a hairdresser, but we love our titles don't we.) I have no silver at the back. I say silver because, it is silver. Not grey, not white. Silver. When it all comes in silver, I'll probably dye it blonde, just to see how it'd look. So this is me: Au natural (ok I added a little mousse - gimme a break)
Give us a kiss!
Now, here's a couple pictures of Shortie. In my house, I don't allow guns, even water pistols. The other types of guns that shoot bullets are illegal so we don't have any of those either. Sassy has been pouting furiously because her pal has a super soaker and they have chase-me soaker fights every day after school, only Sassy has to borrow a soaker. Because I'm mean and don't allow guns. Ok, so for her birthday, I've allowed (to the complete elation of the Hubs) her to get two soakers. But in the meantime, I let her have the dishwashing liquid bottle to play with - it was great! It shot almost as far as the soaker. She was over the moon with the idea. But Shortie got hold of it and thought...hey I can scrub the patio tiles with this! Talk about having kids that are night and day in personality. Here she is, cleaning.
She fights with me over the broom and vacuum cleaner too. I can't wait until she's older...oh the joys of bleaching the toilet!!
The other thing I did over the weekend I thought I'd never do was buy a pair of Birkenstocks. I know - who'd have thought?! But I did, and they're silver. And yesterday I wore them around the house while wearing socks, because it was kind of cold. I'm turning into a hippie, and not just any hippie, but a silver shoe wearing aged hippie. But I like them, even if they did give me a sore spot on top of my foot. (Perhaps I should post a pic of that - might get me off the foot fetishist's blogroll.)
I should go and get a copy of Scooter's playlist and force feed my ears on it until I can at least feel some shame over my Birks. But seriously Scooter - Boston and Kelly Clarkson?? They can't mix well...I can't belive it.