" I think I'm losing my marbles" #2

The other day I had one of those LOL moments. (You have to laugh or you'd just have to cry of embarrassment.)

It was Mon Mar 2 and when I woke up that morning I was in pain. So I figured that a massage was my only chance to get on my feet. I crawled out of bed and phoned the massage therapist asking for an appointment. I knew that I would take anything that she had to offer even if it meant clearing my schedule. As it happened she was able to take me at 1:00pm. I got in the shower and was shaving my legs when it dawned on me that today was the day that I also had me electrolysis appointment at 2:00pm.

I have been seeing my electrolysis lady for years and we have finally got to the place where we are on my swimsuit line. (That means that you don't shave your legs for at least 2 days before your appointment.) As I was finishing my first leg and starting my second leg I realized that today was my appointment and I had just shaved half of my appointment away. I had made this appointment a month before and didn't want to miss it so I decided that I would just leave the rest unshaven. That way I would at least benefit from some of my time and money.

While on my way to massage I thought I'd be a good customer and phone ahead and let my electrolysis lady know that I would be about 10 min. late. I figured it would take an hour for massage and 10 mins to drive across town to the salon. My electrolysis lady's answering machine came on so I left a message knowing that she would probably check it between appointments. As it turned out I was in my car at 2:20, and knowing that I had missed half of my appointment I sped across town while phoning to tell her I was still coming. Once again I got her answering machine. That put me in an even bigger panic. In my mind I could imagine the frustration she would be sharing with the other people there about the tardy customers not realizing how valuable her time is. Well I finally arrive at 2:30. When I got in to the salon my embarrassment hit while I tried to think of how to explain my half shaven state. I could imagine the shock and effort it would take for her not to laugh at what she saw. That is when I burst out laughing at what happens when your mind starts to go.

Chuckling to myself I approached the appointment desk. The lady who sat there looked at me a little strange when I said that I was here for my appointment. She very hesitantly said that she would check the electrolysis appointment book. When she came back she informed me that I was booked in for 2:00 on Mar. 3. "Yes" I said "that's right". She smiled at me and said "Mar. 3 is tomorrow". I burst out laughing and let her know that I was having one of those days. What I omitted was that lately these have been the majority of my days, not really the exception but kind of the norm.

Once again I thought of Tootles off of Hook who walks around frantically saying "I've lost my marbles, I've lost my marbles".

How scary is it to think that Tootles has become one of my kindred spirits?LOL

Anyway, if you are losing your marbles let me know, I'm getting quite good at looking for marbles. Who knows, maybe they're where mine are? LOL

Vanity, Vanity, All Is Vanity

The other day my funny bone got a tickle when I realized how well we women fake things in life.

Last week we started our bible study group that we call Lifegroup. It was at our house and I thought how nice it would be if I started the year off right by providing something homemade for the snack at coffee time. I decided that chocolate cake would be the best choice cause.....who doesn't love chocolate? (Other years everyone who came knew to expect bought snack from me.) As I was cleaning house I was thinking about getting this cake on the go and where to find the right recipe to gain the desired result of surprising everyone. I could smell the cake baking in my mind and I could see it sitting on the cupboard on my pedestal plate making mouths water.

Well, as I thought of all the processing this would take I found myself in the pantry looking at my shelves wondering where I had put that Devils Food Cake mix. Ah Ha! .... there it was, and guess what? Right beside it was that frosting in a plastic container. Just the right amount for one 9x13 cake. And here is the best part, the cake mix only needed 2eggs, 1/3c oil, and 11/3c of water. Mix for 1min, yes 1 whole min. and pour in a rectangle pan. This was only going to take me about 5 mins. from start to finish. Frosting takes another 3 mins. and whala! done. A total of 10 mins at the most with all the ripping of bags, buttering of pan and cleaning up afterward. (For any of you that really know me, know that I don't really like cooking and baking so this was the ticket to making me look really good.)

Later that evening as we came to snack time my hubby announces that I have baked a cake for coffee time and that is when it hit me in my funny bone. It was all I could do not to burst out laughing because I had not really created anything but I still was going to look good.

Now isn't that just like us women? Anything to make us look good and feel better. Fake hair color, fake nails, fake faces (botox), fake boobs, fake cakes ...etc.

This is the price we pay for our vanity! And guess what? We Love It!!

That tickles my funny bone!

I have noticed that Dick and I have totally different humors. He will laugh at jokes and funny sayings and I laugh at situational humor.

Have you ever seen the show Canada's Worst Handyman?

I find myself rolling on the floor, tears running down my face and hardly able to breath. Dick sits there and watches me wondering what I find so funny. He just doesn't get it. He finds little humor in how bad someone does a project, in fact he thinks that it has to be fake because no one can be that bad. I simply think that yes there really could be people out there that are that bad. I think that I see myself in them. I love the concentration on their faces and how hard they work at things and how they can get it wrong so many times; to the point where they settle for what they can make.

If your watching it this year, Tex is my favorite. I haven't seen all the shows but the few I've managed to watch he was hilarious on. I am still laughing at the things he and the others have done.

Since I started this blog, the show has ended for this season and guess what? Tex wasn't Canada's worst handyman.

What tickles your funny bone?

Help! I've lost my marbles

I realized today that when I started blogging I had so many things that I wanted to air about and now that I finally have the time to blog I can't remember them. It makes me think of the movie Hook. The character of Tootles is wandering around the house saying "I've lost my marbles, Ive lost my marbles". Well that is me!

So, I'm wondering if any of you could help me find my marbles?

Hook managed to find Tootles' marbles and brought them back to him and I'm hoping that maybe one of you have found my marbles. If you have please send them to me at this address.

to gray or not to gray, that is the question

Now that I've got the hair cut under control, another decision comes into play. That is whether or not to color my hair. When is the right age to let the gray start to show?

As I looked around I realized that there are not very many gray haired women. And of those that are gray almost all of them are the age of my parents. I'm a grandma (a young one. lol), so what does that say about my parents age? By the way my parents are not totally gray yet. They somehow managed to get the genes that don't give gray hair. They do have some gray or white but not enough for what their age is. Anyway, my question today is should I color or should I let my natural color come out?

Why is it okay for a man to be gray but a women is over the hill if she is gray? You see gray haired men with women who have beautiful color and that's okay, but when you see a gray haired women with a color haired man you take a second look and wonder what he sees in her.

Well, when I started my mission to get short hair I also decided that I should try letting my hair go to it's natural color and see if I could pull off the look. So far so good, only I am constantly telling people that I'm still hanging in there without color but I'm not sure if I'll make it. Why is it that now that my grays are starting to show I feel like I stand out like a sore thumb and feel I need to justify why I'm not coloring it?

I would like to know when is the right time for gray hair to be acceptable for women? When should we embrace our age without feeling that we are totally finished with being attractive?

I realize that there are many people out there that have found it easy to let go of what we think of as our youthful look. So how do you do it?

For now I'm continuing on with the "embrace your age theory" and I'll just have to see where it will end up. Here's to the mature look!

hair day dilemma

Today is the day to discuss my hair. I have often wondered why it is that we women always put the cutting of our hair at the last of the haircutting priority list. Have you ever wondered why we do that?

I'm always amazed at how I, and maybe I'm the only one, put every one's hair cuts above mine. Not only do I do that with my family, but I even do it with the dog. Yes, can you imagine that? I actually let the dog get beautiful before me. I still can hardly believe it. Some of you may be saying "now there is something I'd never admit," but since this is my blog for airing on about those things that I contemplate, this one is my biggie today. (It's amazing what comes to mind in the shower. lol) Here is how mine unfolded.

I am not a morning person. That makes starting the day very difficult and that includes getting to work. So, I do all I can to make the "getting ready to start the day" seem as painless and the least time consuming as possible. A few months back I came up with the great idea that really short hair was the way to go. I would often hear men talk about how their shaved heads were the best because they could shower and towel dry their hair, then walk out the door. I figured that if men could shave their heads then why couldn't women have really short hair. Now, I'm married to a man who likes my hair a little on the longer side so when I mentioned that I was thinking of this kind of shaved look he was a little unimpressed. Anyway, I was on a mission to make the grooming time a lot less of a hassle.

You got it. I took the plunge and cut it off short. The new look took many of us a week or so to get used to, but now it is the perfect hair for me. It takes about 3 to 5 mins. a day, shaving off the grooming time by 5 or more min. Perfect, I thought. The down side is the growth of short hair and the length of time you have where it is looking acceptable. I happen to be one of those people who grows hair fast, so now I find myself in another dilemma; the dilemma of scheduling, and cost. It seems that I traded one problem for another and so that is how I found myself in the shower wondering who should have the first right to the hair budget. My Hubby, the dog, or myself? The dog turned out to be the first one to dip into the hair account and, because of my contemplation this day, I am going to be second. My hubby unfortunately will be third. (I feel a little bit of guilt but I'm sure it won't take long to get over it. lol)

Well, there it is. My crazy thoughts for this day.

Hope you have a great start to your day with interesting thoughts from your shower. I'd love to hear about your hair dilemmas. Catch you later on another day when my mind gets carried away on another of those strange topics.