New hair day

It was my new hair day today. Every 7 weeks I get these grey pieces in my head that remind me that I am not 18. I have to tell you, I prefer to look at my life through young eyes. Something happens on new hair day for me... my hair goes crazy. Its like going to the vet with Kaos, they just know someone with gloves are coming. I am sure Zizi my beloved care giver to the curls always thinks I walk around looking like birds are trying to nest in it. Once she has brushed, colored, and straightened I walk out a new woman. Somehow walking around with straight hair makes me step different. Its a very sophisticated grown up look. Much like putting on a great outfit and knowing it looks good. Can I really change my life by changing my hair? Possibly, but I like who I am with my crazy wild red hair, fits into my life. But every 7 weeks, it feels good to grow up... but only for two days.

Two Days to school & Two toxic shows

Two days and counting until the most wonderful day of the year... Back to school. The girls are ready. New clothes and shoes are bought. Back packs full of supplies, and they even have new hair cuts. It is time that they get back into a routine. They have spent the last week watching the most toxic T.V. shows. Big brother and bachelor pad. I sat down for 10 min and tried to watch, but was shocked how these people talked to each other and the back stabbing. I pulled out my soap box, stepped on and launched into my dialogue about how we should treat our friends. They of course all asked me to leave as it was only a T.V show. Is it really? Are these shows teaching kids to add more drama into their lives? I guess that is why I have stopped watching T.V. and reading the newspaper. It is like mold in my life. I have my own drama to deal with, and I don’t need to learn how to add anymore. I just hope that I am not sending my daughters off on the first day of school looking to “eliminate” anyone from their classrooms.

***I feel a backlash from all my friends who love these two shows***

Me, Myself & I

Being on vacation by yourself requires some bravery.  It requires stepping out and doing things.. alone.  I decided driving to the mountains that I would just step out and join in without any extra thinking.  I always tell the girls if you want to be included sometimes you just need to ask, so I took my own advice.   I have a voice in my head that tells me things that are untrue.  Like,  your not brave, everyone will think your lonely, or my favorite, your a fraud.  So,  I left that voice in my room and I looked for tennis lessons, wine tasting, nature walks, anything that would get me out.  People were intrigued when I told them I was on vacation with my favorite people... me, myself and I.  They almost wanted to take me in,  like a lost puppy.    I went for breakfast, a long hike and joined a group at golf.    I had dinner at the pub, sat at the bar and eventually got invited to the employee party (I declined at the mention of shots).  When I left this morning, I took the long way home, down a back bumpy secluded road and stopped a few times to enjoy the view.   I was not in a rush,  savoring my last moments before the hustle of the city.     I am found out how easy it can be to travel alone.  I only needed to make one person happy.... Me.. I really need to do it more often. 

Be gone to do girl

I was all grown up today, spending a late lunch at one of my favorite restaurant with friends. I have always fantasized about the people lunching on the patio on sunny warm Saturdays as I drove by in a frenzy. What would it be like to have a day, where you look back and really nothing got done? Does everything on my “to do” need to happen? I often force jobs on myself, and I am not sure why. Maybe it is so at the end of the day I can pat myself on the back. Today, as I left “lunch” at 5, I looked back and I had accomplished nothing. As a matter of fact, I was 3 hours behind schedule. I was suppose to be in the mountains hugging a tree by 5. A feeling of guilt began to engulf me, but as fast as it came to me, was as fast as I let it go. I lunched today like an adult, and left my stressed out “to do” list girl at home. Sometimes having multiple personalities really is fantastic.

Create? Peace!

“What do you want to create?” Is my life coach, Kerry’s favorite question... “I don’t know” is my answer.  I think she knows what I should do with my life, but she is waiting for me to find it.  It would save so much walking down this twisty road of my so called life, if she would just drop the hint.    If you ever read ancient chinese proverbs they are all centered around themes like, “its not the destination its the journey”... I feel like I have been on this journey for a long time and somedays I just want the lawn chair, umbrella and a drink.  So I am taking a time out and heading to the mountains this weekend to recharge.  No kids, no friends, just me, myself and I.   We travel well together, we like the same things,  we think the same thoughts and we never snore.    We have no plans, no agenda, and no organized activities.  We will enjoy peace and quiet.  This destination is about me,  myself and I.

Italy anyone?

I am collecting pieces of a puzzle and the picture is my life.   Everyday I find a piece, something that I want in my picture.  Sometimes I pick up pieces look at the sides to see if it will fit, maybe even put it in the pile but later find out it doesn’t.   I have no idea what the final picture looks like, as this puzzle came without a box cover.  I tossed around with some friends today about taking the girls away to Italy to teach english for 6 months.  What a great puzzle piece!  I couldn’t imagine what fun we would have embracing a new culture and language.    Six months of our lives for a lifetime of memories... Yup, I think that is a piece I will keep.

Dog days of summer

Tonight I laughed for 2 hour straight sitting on a patio at a friends house enjoying the last bits of summer.  There were no mosquitos to chase us in, eventually just the cool night air.  I really had  that carefree teenager feeling of August.  It brings back memories of late nights just staring at the stars, wanting to soak up every last moment knowing that school and fall were around the corner.   Summers are so short and today I spent a good chunk of time inside.   I am now making a pledge to enjoy every last minute of this weather,  before September hits and the leaves change color.   Laughter on a patio, with friends, can’t think of any better way to spend the last dog days of summer.