I'm going au naturale..............

my hair that is.

I have decided to let my hair show it's gracefulness and wisdom. I'm letting my hair grow out to it's natural gray and whatever color is still left in my roots.

I mean, I used to have brown hair, but as I got older and the gray started coming out, it got darker. But for years I have colored it brown and have to go every three weeks to 'touch up' the roots.

I'm tired of being a slave to my hair.

Hubster has always been encouraging me to let my hair grow naturally. No, I would say, I'm only 35 or 36 or 37.

But now that I'm 39. Yikes! I've decided to go for it.

It's actually funny to watch people's reactions when I tell them that I'm going gray.

It's even funnier to watch their face as they are talking to you. It's sort of like when you have a big booger or pimple on your face and the person talking to you doesn't want to tell you, but keeps staring at it.

Well, that's how it is. When people talk to me, their eyes casually drift up to my hair. I guess my new grays are excited that they get to go out into town and they are having a party. These people will then quickly look back at my face, but then later, their eyes drift up again to the party on my head.

I think it's sad that society thinks that you can't have gray hair unless you are 80 something. If you have gray hair you are automatically classified as an old person and they start making nursing home arrangements.

I know that in a small town like I live in, there are not very many 'young' people with gray hair. If you are a man, you look distinguished. What about when you are a lady?

I will post pictures later as I let my hair grow out. I'm actually excited to do this. I know that it will take some time before it all comes out, but in the meantime, I'll enjoy the party that my hairs are throwing.

Somethings Burning

Here is something else my boys did just recently. While I was on the phone with some people that were trying to scam me with their "you ordered some medical insurance and in order to send you the packet, we need to verify your checking account info so that we can make sure it's what we have on file" mumbo jumbo. Like I'm going to believe that Me, who handles the finances in this house, had a breakdown and ordered something that I didn't need. No, that only happens when it's something for "me" that I really don't need but want. Anyway, when I wouldn't cooperate with the second person who came on the phone, he hung up on me. I tried calling back both numbers they left with me, but I guess they had caller id because noone answered, (at least not the first time) not even an anwering machine.

So while all this was going on, my boys were doing another experiment. I walk back to my bathroom to finish curling my frizzy hair. I smelt something burned, but thought it was just that my curling iron had been left on too long. As I look at my hair after curling it, I notice I have blue stuff in my hair. Upon further investigating, I realize the curling iron has blue stuff on it. So my conversation goes like this.

"What is this blue stuff on my curling iron" (of course I don't ask nicely, I'm pretty much yelling because there is blue stuff on my hair you know)

Isaac answers cautiously "That's Sandy's hair"

So I start thinking and can't remember knowing anyone named Sandy, not a dog or a person.

"Who's Sandy?" I asked

"You know Sandy mom, from Spongebob Squarepants"

By this time I'm wondering when she came for a visit and I wasn't aware of it.

So Isaac continues "We wanted to see what her hair looked like curled, but now it's just hot and very hard" He walks slowly to me with "Sandy" in his hand.

Poor Sandy, I'm just glad we don't have girl or the boys would really have a blast with her.

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We had a wonderful day at church yesterday. We attend a small church with no pastor at the moment, so getting new kids or even existing kids come to church is a challenge. And being the children's director, it's sometimes (most times) disheartening when the only kids that usually come are your own two and your friends four. So this past Sunday I decided to do a pancake breakfast. We were going to eat pancakes and then paint pumpkins. Carving (at church) is just way too much trouble for me. I had bought 20 pumpkins thinking that the leftovers would be used for each classroom to decorate "fallish". So imagine my surprise when we had to go buy more pumpkins because we didn't have enough. We had 23 kids there. Never doubt God. (That's for me to remember). It was wonderful to see them all having fun and enjoying themselves and comparing their creation with their friends. I did say a condensed version of the pumpkin prayer, so they were trying to make their pumpkins into little people. Some of their creations were to say the least "interesting".