It’s getting a bit late in the day and I’m thinking I’m running out of time to post something, even though it’s still technically only mid-afternoon… I’m fully admitting that my idea is a bit lame, but it was all I could think of.
The idea might be a bit lame, but the “firsts” are not. Or at least not one of them
I posted yesterday about my nephew and today was the day we all met at the cemetery for our bi-yearly get-together with Mikey. We do it around the anniversary of his death and his birthday. Today was the first time Brody “met” his brother. I’ve been pretty emotional for the last few days, but writing that just made me smile! And here’s a picture to go along with it…
Moving on to a completely different subject…
Today also marks the first time I have ever put highlights in my hair. I would post a pic, but I also had one more first today. I’m assuming it’s a sign of age, but I have hair in places on my face that aren’t really attractive, so I had some waxing done and my face didn’t really take a liking to it. I’ve confined myself to the dark depths of the house until my face looks more normal.
Except I have teenage boys and nothing is ever that simple. I had to stop to get pizza on the way home because none of us have had lunch yet. I honestly wanted a bandanna or something to cover my face because I look pretty dreadful. I can’t even imagine what they thought; but maybe I’m placing myself in too high esteem. The guy that helped me looked harried and not at all happy to be doing what he was doing. I’ll bet he didn’t even notice… hopefully…
And now that I’m home, Jaxon just told me I have to take him somewhere else tonight. Luckily I’m just dropping him off, but still.
Why do we do these kinds of things to ourselves? There was a point a few years ago when I said I was going to grow old gracefully. Whatever that meant two years ago, certainly does not mean gray hair, a mustache and a beard today. So, I’m dying my hair and waxing.
(I have no idea how this all turned into old age, especially considering the sweet picture up there. I think I just needed a break from all the sadness lately so thanks for sticking with me through my slight madness this afternoon.)
This post containing a few firsts is part of Stream of Consciousness Saturday hosted by Linda G. Hill. Today’s prompt was “no” (as in number and the number I chose was one). Please feel free to click the link and join in the fun.