Random Thursday Thoughts

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Witness Protection Program

As I walked across the parking lot and into work this morning in my same old tired clothes and my same old tired hair, I caught a glimpse of myself in the window of a car.  Who was that woman looking back at me?  Hmmm…  My hair looked like fluff due to the humidity and the wind.  Yuck.  I looked preoccupied, unapproachable, busy, and stressed out.  I’ll have to say that I did like my sunglasses.  🙂  I wasn’t too hard on that woman looking back at me, but I couldn’t get the image of my unruly hair out of my mind as I walked the rest of the way to the office.  I thought of cutting it.  I thought how easy it would be to have an ultra-short cap of hair.  Although, I’m not sure I have the bone structure to pull that off, I’d like to give it a try.  Ultra-short, ultra blonde.  Once again, I wondered how I could become part of the Witness Protection Program.  I could use a new look, a new name, a new life, a fresh start.

Here are a couple of looks I will be trying out in my new life on the lamb…

 

 

 

To Bikini or Not To Bikini

I am SOOO ready for a vacation.  Maybe the family trip to New Orleans will work out.  I hope so!  I better start planning for that trip, because we will be leaving in 9 days!  If my mom’s health is not stable enough to leave, then I am working on a back up plan for next month.  Either way, the sound of surf will be ringing in my ears in a matter of weeks!  YIPPEE!  But wait…I look horrible.  AND….I am getting old, and I’m out of shape, says the voice in my head.

I asked my daughter how old she thought was TOO old for a woman to wear a bikini.  “Oh…40,” she said.  Huh???  I reminded her that I AM OVER 40!   Boy, it must be nice to be 17 and still have all the right parts in all the right places.  She was a good daughter and retracted her original opinion.  She said, “Well….MOST women over 40 should not wear a bikini.”  Uh huh…  That’s better!

Still, I’m not sure what to do.  I love the sun.  I don’t want to sit there on the beach with my tummy all covered up just because it might offend someone else.  I looked at bathing suits online.  I can’t find a one-piece suit I like that wouldn’t make me feel like some kind of frumpy suburban housewife trying to hide her body behind a bunch of fabric.

So, there it is.  Once again, I will go against the grain.  I’m going to break the rules.  To hell with convention.  I will be wearing a bikini until the day I can no longer hobble out across the beach.