I started my morning in the kitchen. I had a new recipe for Guinness Stew so while the girl was in the bathroom getting ready for school, I was prepping the meat for the crock pot. I was on my last batch of flour drenched meat when the girl said “that’s a pretty big task to take on before you have had your coffee?” She paused for a second and followed with “is Guinness a fancy bird like quail?” I chuckled over that one all day long. I am pretty sure she was thinking that I said “guinea”, the little birds that eat ticks.
It has been a calm few days which is surprising considering the full moon last night. I did have a hair appointment after work today and I was feeling all pms-ed, and bloated, and middle aged, and frumpy. Big mistake! Well, maybe it is?
First it never looks like the picture, especially with my fine thin hair. I was thinking about how upset I was when my mom cut her hair when she was my age. I felt like she was cutting her youth away. My mom had full thick hair, nothing like mine and I couldn’t understand why she did it. Here I am chopping it off because I felt like I was wearing a dead mop head. My cut isn’t as short as my mom’s was but it’s short for me.
When you are raised by a strong, brutally honest mother….that is what you become. I as well as my family have accepted my fate in that area and now I have created the next generation. I walked in the door and her first words were “I am not crazy about that stew, or your hair for that matter.” So I played with it for a little while and said “what do you think now?” She tilts her head and says “I am seeing crazy cat lady with twenty cats.” I told her “it’s supposed to be messy” she insisted I just looked crazy. If I can I will try and get someone to take a picture tomorrow so you can get the full visual. I needed all of the layers but the length is out of my comfort zone. I need to spend more time outside of my comfort zone. That is what I keep telling myself…..Zia