Mom’s Day

Mother’s Day 2018 (so far)

1. Still trying to master the ins and outs of having a shaved head. Apparently you have to dunk your entire noggin in sunscreen.

2. I’m thinking of doing a donut wall in place of an accent wall in our family room.

3. I tried to lay out for 20 minutes and almost melted my face off. Only 4-5 months until my favorite weather (68-78) arrives again.

Happy Mother’s Day friends and family! 😘



Hair Freedom

Hair Status: Most of it is shaved. Around 95% of it is now my natural color. I have some blond highlights left and although I love my blonde friends, it’s never suited my complexion so I’ll be happy when it’s all cut out. We are thinking 2 more cuts and I’ll be completely natural. I’m hoping it’s totally white but you just don’t know until it’s all done and it literally changes everyday.

I’ve been coloring my hair for at least 25 years and it got to the point I had to touch it up every 1.5 to 2 weeks. I mentally couldn’t do it anymore and with my crazy health, who knows what all the chemicals were doing to my body.

People have asked if I feel free with it shaved off and I absolutely do. I also feel free and more myself not dying it all the time.

My husband told me not to even grow it back but we’ll see. It all depends on what shade of silver it ends up being.

I’m thankful for the support of a group of gorgeous ladies that encourage each other to be natural. People discouraged them to go silver and some have become print models because they didn’t listen to what others had to say.

I’ll always have positive things to say about your color if you have positive things to say about mine. 😉

P.S. If you don’t want to use a filter, take your selfie by your stainless steel fridge. Lol

#idomyownthing #dontfollowthecrowd #beyourself #supporteachother #imfree #shortandsassy


Hair Help

Between you and I…

I’m going through a major hair transformation so If you see me in the next 365 days, please focus on my hazel eyes, look at my pearly white teeth or check out my golden globes.

Just please ignore my hair.

Thank you in advance.

#worsebeforeitgetsbetter #choppedoffmyhair #changeisgood #readyforanewme #freedom #itllgrowback #itsjusthair #ivegotplans #hairslavenomore


Peculiar things

Yesterday, I had the most peculiar thing happen to me.

I’d been using this lotion for pregnant women (hey, as long as it doesn’t impregnate me, what’s the harm?) so I decided to try the companies “mint scent for tired pregnant legs”. Again, I’m not pregnant but I have been exercising (for 3 days) and my legs are really tired.

I hopped out of the shower (sorry for the visual but it’s a crucial part of the story), squirted the lotion on my hands (this is taking a weird turn, huh?) and massaged it into my legs (ankle to thigh). It felt great.

Until it didn’t.

The burning sensation started at my calves (not sure how my ankles escaped the fire) and it worked itself up to my thighs and then all the way up to my….yep you guessed it….My Lady Parts.

Here’s the mystery. Obviously, I didn’t put it THERE (I can’t bring myself to say it again). What do I do? I’d wipe it off, but I DID NOT put it THERE so there’s absolutely nothing to wipe off! It’s times like this when I wish we had a HAZMAT washdown station in the house.

I can’t go to the ER. I will not go to the ER. At this point, I can’t even phone a friend. That’s a lie, I could have phoned quite a few of my crazy friends but with my luck, I would have gotten lotion on the phone that would have surely gone directly in my eye. Then I would have two completely different body parts on fire and how in the heck would I explain that to the hot doctor that was on call that afternoon.

I decided to get myself dressed (in breathable fabric) and prepare myself in the event I needed to get professional help. And than something amazing happened….

It started cooling down, like a summer’s breeze and all seemed right in my world again.

Thankfully, none of my fragile body parts were injured. The “lady” was traumatized with this unfamiliar menthol sensation but she’s been through worse.