On Friday, I wrote a post about dying my hair. The story is featured at The Red Dress Club today if you would like to read it. (And I'm honored to be there).
Several people asked me to post pics, but the fact of the matter is, the events described happened over a year ago. I haven't had my hair dyed or highlighted since Thanksgiving.
That is, until Saturday. Finding myself with a free morning, I drove myself to Food Lion to buy hair dye. I picked out a color that looked crazy, flaming red.
After the fact, it still looks kinda brown. I believe the universe wants me to have brown hair. But at least the cost was $8 instead of over $100.
(I tried to post pics. Blogger is being evil. Again.)
Knock Knock jokes have hit our house hard. Both boys love them. Here's one from Joel:
Joel: Knock Knock, Who's There?
Me: Who's there, Joely?
Me: Flower who?
Joel: Flower going to step on your face!
Owen goes for a subtler approach:
Owen: Knock Knock
Me: Who's there?
Me: Dragon who?
Owen: Dragon going to throw a squid at you!
Just now, as I was typing this, I felt something squishy on the chair. I picked it up, thinking to myself, "I hope this isn't a piece of shit."
Thankfully, it was just play-dough.
Over the weekend, I went to my friend's beach cabin on the Chesapeake with three other girlfriends. We drank sangria by a bonfire and walked up and down the shores of my beloved bay. It was all quite lovely.
That is, until the horseshoe crabs started humping. That's some prehistoric flailing right there.
I had a thought the other day. What if I didn't need or expect praise for the things I do? Wouldn't that be liberating? To do things just because I love them, or know that it's the right thing? To expect nothing in return? To live life without expecting others to comment?
I realize that most adults already think this way, but it still was a revelation for me.
Yesterday, The Red Dress Club memoir prompt asked us to share something we knew by heart. The first thing that came to mind for me was the Arizona Public Service Announcement about Hepatitis. This aired on TV in the early eighties. It came on during airings of a local kid's program, Wallace and Ladmo. My brother and I know every word to this day.
Here's a twangy version I found on youtube:
I'm not sure there's much that can follow up the Hepatitis Song. I bid you all a lovely Wednesday, free of hurt tummies or yellow eyes.