Saturday, June 21, 2008


I sit here feeling a bit guilty. I just gave my little girl a full dose of Tylenol! I never give her Tylenol unless she is really sick. BUTTTTT she is teething so that is the same thing, right? I am not a pill pusher at all. I get headaches frequently (it's in my gene code!) and I try to live with them unless they are bad then I take Tylenol. But today has been rough on both of us. She was a mess yesterday also. Her favorite word for me today has been, NO! Not cute at all. I think that I have at least 20 new gray hairs from just this morning. I even laid her down an hour early for her nap because I needed a break. The morning was spent catering to each and every need or she would completely MELT down...I mean literally melt onto the floor, kick, and cry. Again...not cute! I secretly hope the Tylenol helps her sleep a little longer today. I really, really, really was going to tackle another tote but I just need to sit here and let my mind wander the blog world.

Now to switch gears...the gray hairs. I am a bit put out with my hair. I am graying! What gives? I mean I know it's not like I am in high school anymore, but come on, I'm only in my early 30's! Geesh...ANDDDDD my mom has hardly any gray hairs. In January I was in desperate need of some TLC and went to get my hair cut. You know how they always let you look at the cut before you leave? I about died when I saw my hair. Now the cut was great and I was very happy with that, it was all those pesky gray hairs staring back at me, taunting me. I knew they were there, but they had been hidden nicely in my thick hair that I had just had thinned out. Ugh! So I immediately walked to K-Mart and bought a bottle of hair dye. The dye is still sitting in my medicine cabinet. I have dyed my hair before, but this is permanent hair dye. I have never used permanent...I mean we're talking about roots showing and the whole bit now. And it means that once I start, I'll just have to keep doing it. (If you can't tell, I don't do well with change.)

Then there is my co-worker who really scared the beegeebees out of me. This is NO week after I bought my bottle of dye, I went into work and she was wearing a hat which I thought was odd, but whatever. Then one of the other ladies said, "Have you seen So and So? She dyed her hair and it turned BLACK!" I am thinking, "Right! I'm sure it just is dark brown." But So and So showed her hair to me and it was JET BLACK! She had used a light brown dye. Now every time I even think about dying my hair, I remember the JET BLACK hair. Now some people can pull this off but I know I am not one of them. I have always longed to have charcoal hair like some beautiful Italian woman, but it's not meant to be. I'm German, not Italian. Although there is some Native American blood in me, but I didn't get the trait for black hair. So for now I have dishwater brunette hair with lots of gray strands. And yes, I do pull them out! I have read a million times over that it is a myth that 10 more will grow in that one strand's place and I choose to believe that.

Don't leave comments about going to a professional either. That is not in the budget. It's either Miss Clairol or nothing!

I do realize that gray hair is a crown of glory, but not at my age. It is a crown of disgust! Maybe it serves me right for something I said to someone else in the naive years of teenagedom. I had this one youth leader at my church that I really looked up to. One night at church she was sitting beside me talking and out of the blue I asked her, "Have you been painting?" She said she hadn't and asked why I asked. I said, "Well, it looks like you bumped your hair into some wet white paint." Duhhhhhh! She handled it very well and chalked it up to my youth. It was gray hair in case you were wondering.

I think I'll go read the directions on that box again.

1 comment:

Joy ☺ said...

I accidently dyed my hair black when I bought a box of beautiful carrbian mist brown hair dye. and I cried for days. But now I know what I'm doing and I'm like a professional, only free. So if you want to use me, I'm here. :)