Streamline…

I mentioned yesterday that my word of the year was STREAMLINE. I am purging my life of the things that are cumbersome; I am streamlining my routines so I can experience maximum RESULTS. You may already know about my hair and the trouble it is causing me. How does long hair that takes 2 days to fix fit into my STREAMLINED lifestyle? It doesn’t! I can already hear my mom cheering 100 miles away, “She is going to cut her hair!” Yes, folks you heard it here first, I am making an appointment first thing in the morning. So, I haven’t lost 50 pounds yet, but having this hair doesn’t sit well with working out 6 days a week. I refuse to let my stubborn pride hold me back. STREAMLINE project #1: STREAMLINE my morning routine by cutting my hair! I am open to suggestions. I am thinking something spunky…

Have you had a humiliating moment lately? Mine was today…

Ok, not so sure I should even blog about this, but why not?  Well, maybe because it was humiliating enough just in front of my family, and maybe because if I blog about it then the entire world might find out…or even worse, the entire world might agree!  So anyway, here goes nothing…

Earlier this evening I walked into a store with my handsome husband and darling daughter. (the adjectives are there for a reason) My husband had been in the store earlier and talked to one of the sales people about  some refrigerators.  When we walked in he saw the sales lady  near the back of the store.  They greeted each other and he mentioned, “I was in earlier today and I wanted to come back in and show her the refrigerators”  ”Oh sure”, she replied, “I remember that  you were going to bring your mother in to see them”.  Mother? I quickly turned and looked behind me – fully expecting to see an aging grey haired lady that this kind sales woman had mistaken for Greg’s mom.  But no, it was not to be.  The sales lady, whom by now I am thinking is not so kind, was referring to me!  Awkward  fast talk followed as she rambled on and on about all the different customers she had waited on earlier today, and how she was confused as to which one Greg was, and then just as quickly as she came forth an attacked, she retreated and passed us off to another sales person.  Now, what am I to do?  My handsome much younger looking husband missed the whole “mother” comment.  He is happily showing me the fridge, and I am scheming a way out of this middle-aged frumpy nightmare!  We looked around a bit, and then we left.  Once I told him about the statement, he understood more clearly her frazzled demeanor and quick exit. I thought well, if he looks mid 30′s and I look mid 50′s, I guess it could be possible… I kinda sulked in the van for a while and then in true Greg style he said, “it’s the hair hon, it’s because I still have a full head of dark hair.”

So, as I was drinking my Starbucks ( it was a sympathy gift from my man) I thought, “great, if that’s all it is then a little box of Clairol will make it all better!”  So, whether you agree with the obviously visually impaired sales woman or not, I’d rather not know.  I will however, accept any compliments you wish to give out next time you see me.  You may not recognize me though, I’ll be the one with the hair dyed the color of coal – I hear it makes you look younger!