I sure got the last part right

That was then, this is now

During the winter I decided I no longer wanted to be a brunette. I had successfully grown my hair fairly long. It was brown, though it was darker than most people liked on me. And I will admit, I loved the hair color and didn't like the way I felt in it. Possible, yes? So I decided to cut some off and lighten the rest. But Wella color is tricky. It is very strong. It stays on. And on. And on. So I went to a salon to get them to lighten it. And the stylist decided it wouldn't look good on me and didn't lighten it much. And I decided not to go back. And I went to Sally Beauty Supply and got some color to do it myself.

I discovered a color called high lift. I discovered that it worked.
So now my short hair is blonde. Very blonde. I
thought I wanted white but I don't Just blonde. And

All I have to do now is let the hair grow. Don't you just love letting hair grow? It starts to stick out here and there and lay flat other places and you look like you just got out of bed. But I'm off to the races. The race is between how long I can stand the growing out stage and how bad I want longer hair. We'll see.

A new re-do

I am so pleased that I found my way back to blonde. I tried. I really tried to like the darker color. But I'm not convinced that it was right for me at all. I felt dull, boring. I acted dull, boring. I guess I'm a little like Sheila on Ephemera http://sheilaephemera.blogspot.com, who also did a turn around the color wheel lately and went back to the comfort zone. I found myself missing her red hair. Just like I missed my blonde.

Spring is finally here. Sort of. The trees and flowers and weeds are all blooming big time. I love the look of it. I'm a little less fond of the pollen. I'm totally in love with the idea that there is sun out. And the temp is around 60 today which is in my good range. This coming week I'll become reacquainted with my summer things. What a great time to dump some unloved pieces.

I have been wanting to blog but this last week I've been so tired. Talked to my daughter today and she said, "Mom, allergies make you tired."  Well duh. I sometimes think I'm going brain dead. Anyway. I am doing much better today after staying in bed all day yesterday.

I am going to Weight Watchers and I finally feel like I'm making some progress. I'm able to see some doable things and I did lose weight this week. I think I'm going to like it. The teacher is really good. And it feels good to get out and meet some people. I'm not good at that. And going to a meeting every week reminds me to focus on things. I haven't been good at that.

I'll start taking some pics this week. It's beautiful here.

Spring has sprung

I grew up with sayings that came from grandparents.

Spring has sprung, the grass has riz. I wonder where the flower is.

April showers bring May flowers.

It's raining like pouring ____ out of a boot.

The year 2013 seems like the poster child for cloud. It's rained so many days that the ground doesn't seem to dry out. Ever. Sun was out for an hour and a half yesterday. And a whole day of sun is such a rarity I can't quite remember when it happened. Anyway. I'm tired of clouds. I thought I was tired of Winter. And I was. But part of the problem of Winter is dark days.

As a young married, many years ago, I loved in Southwest Florida. The Tampa Tribune had at one time published a promise to make the papers free on a day that there was no sun. They hadn't ever had to follow through on that promise. Even the eye of a hurricane offers sun at some time. And it was hot. Hot. And muggy. And buggy. And Hot. So I complained, as is my wont, about the weather. Alas I'm at it again. When the sun was out for the hour and a half, I did some errands just to get outside in it. I need it.

I'm going through some health issues that I'll see the doctor about tomorrow. But one of those issues is depression and I'm adversely affected by lack of sun. I am lethargic and cranky. Or bitchy. And lazy. Or angry. And inactive. But it all boils down to the things I can do something about and those I can't change. I did find that turning more lights on in the house helps. But just a little.

Enough bitching. I had a terrific thing happen to me Sunday. Brian and I went to his mom's house for Easter dinner and she gave me her first Kindle. Her daughter had given her a Kindle Fire for Christmas and she gave me the Kindle Keyboard. It has many books on it and I'm really enjoying it. I'm currently reading a book by Jefferson Bass. He was the founder of the Body Farm at the University of Tennessee in Knoxville. I live in Knoxville and grew up in Oak Ridge. The book is about a mystery and includes much of the history of Oak Ridge during the time of WWII. The Atomic Bombs dropped on Hiroshima and Nagasaki were originated there and put together elsewhere. That's in all the history books. It was a sad time. A really sad time.

The book also includes a few glimpses of how it would have been to live in Oak Ridge in those days. What the workers there did for relaxation and how secrecy was enforced, and how the town was built were interesting to me. It all resonates with me. I hated growing up there even though I came after the town was sold by the government. Some of the historical practices were still in affect. I remember the noon Wednesday sirens which tested in case of a bomber attack. And a billboard seen as the driver was leaving Oak Ridge reminded the need for secrecy. Loose lips sink ships type of stuff. And no one still knew what their fathers or mothers did if they worked at one of the nuclear plants. Social hierarchy didn't exist. Or if it did, I missed it. It was a very confusing town to grow up in in the 50's and 60's. Most of the people I knew were the children of parents from somewhere else. Not from Tennessee and not from the South. This book is giving me a greater appreciation of the reasons behind this. The book is Bones of Betrayal. I'm grateful to have it.

It's still raining. The dogs are just as put out about it as I am. I'm not in a hurry to get out today. I need to go to the grocery store but I think the trip will be cut short. Oh well.

Rain, rain. Go away. Come again some other day. (like July)