Red is the New Me

I finally took the plunge! I’m  really not a self-absorbed fluff bunny who snaps selfies every 30 seconds and plasters them all over social media…but I snapped one yesterday! I have no grand aspirations that will be shattered when Disney doesn’t call me to be the next “live action” movie princess. Nor is the quality or composition of this photo meant to be my cover shot for a horror flick. I merely wanted to show off that “Red is the New Me”!

And I’m thankful it’s red, because after the first hour of teasing, painting, sighing, and wrapping in foil, when my stylist, Hope, starting washing it out…it was fluorescent orange streaks! I looked like a pylon! Which honestly (and quite sadly), is a step up from looking like a used Q-tip the last time I took a chance on my hair!

Pylon…perhaps fashionable in a construction zone, but not exactly the look I was going for!

This is much better.

Red Hair

I’ve had mixed reviews so far…from “love it” to “I don’t really care for it”..but they don’t have to look in the mirror every morning. I do  – and I like what I see! So if you can’t say something nice, just grimace and nod. I can read body language, and I promise just to smile back!  After all, some middle-aged men buy red sports cars – this cost so much less!

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“There is a shade of red for every woman.” – Audrey Hepburn

Happy Endings

Yesterday I did what Moms are born to do when their offspring call…

After I hung up the phone early yesterday morning, I told Hubby “I just want to get in the car and go!”

Hubby: “So…go!”

Me: “But I’ve never driven there [to Big Guy’s place] on my own.”

Hubby: “Then it’s time to put on your ‘big girl panties’ and go!”

So I did. I went. I got verbal instructions from Big Guy, while Hubby programmed the GPS (I don’t like it but I could use all the help I could get). I grabbed a shower, my flat iron and a 4-pack of KD, and with Little Guy in tow (he wasn’t missing an impromptu visit to his big brother’s), we hit the highway!

Someone had smashed Big Guy’s passenger car window in the night and stole his wallet and some spare change. His wallet contained all his I.D. – driver’s license, credit card, bank card, health card, company insurance card, an a small assortment of (mostly empty) restaurant gift cards. No cash, unless you count Canadian Tire money!

No money meant no money to replace cards. No money to ride a bus to places to replace cards. Super Mom to the rescue!

I haven’t always been able to just “go” when he’s called. I didn’t go when his car was totalled – icy roads and poor visibility were the reasons he was in that mess! I didn’t go when a small kitchen accident warranted stitches at the hospital (Super Aunt did a stop-in between her kids’ activities). And I didn’t go when he needed a ride home after he had his wisdom teeth removed (Super Papa ran that gauntlet and brought him to my house for “nursing”). So it felt good to “just go”!

Everything is closed on a Sunday! However, while I was there, I cleaned up some science experiments washed dishes, Big Guy did laundry, and Little Guy helped “tidy up”. We took out some trash. We cleaned up the broken glass and secured a plastic bag over the gaping hole. We picked up some groceries and a new wallet, and we went out to eat…twice!

It was after the first meal and groceries that we returned home to find a gift on Big Guy’s front stoop – his wallet. It was battered and soggy…and nothing was missing. A good Samaritan (who had to live in the building because the door is always locked – I know this because I showed up with no way in. I don’t have a key but I did have cell phone…whose battery was completely dead) must have found out it in the bushes nearby! I love happy endings!

Super Mom got home safely last night and is rather tired today! Big Guy replaced his bank card, filed his claim with the insurance company, and likely has a new window by posting time!

You may ask why it was such a big deal for me to drive to his place alone…why I needed my “big girl panties”? It’s simple. I’m used to driving east toward my parents’ home, not west toward Big Guy’s home…and if I get in trouble driving east, I need only call and Super Mom or Super Dad would “just go” for me (that is of course, assuming my cell phone battery wasn’t dead)! It’s what were born to do!

Self-Improvement…in 6 Words!

Sometimes I want to “select all” and tap delete…and I’m not talking about computers! September was “self-improvement month”  – did you miss it too?

I spent part of September working on home improvement. I bought a new shower curtain,  installed a new duvet, asked Hubby nicely to hang a new picture, and  painted the trim around my front door (that only took 5.5 hours)!

But self-improvement?

Where to begin? By eating more broccoli? Going to bed earlier? Or worse, with more of the the evil “E” word (“exercise”)?


Look what happened when I went mountain bikiing!

Where would you begin? And what if I told you to pick just one goal and then phrase it using only 6 words.

That’s what CoachDaddy did over on his blog, believing, just as Ernest Hemingway, that an entire story can be told in 6 words. CoachDaddy asked a group to tell him our story of how we’d improve ourselves…in 6 words! Yours truly had a hard time picking just one! I’m #64 – Let’s see if I can do it for the entire month of October!

Thanks Eli, for another fantastic cooperative post! Click here to pop over to the full post and join the conversation!!

Happy Weekend!!

Wilderness Wednesday: Nature’s Composition

Sometimes, when one is going for a walk, nature kindly composes the perfect picture for you! You just have to keep your eyes open…”Heaven is under our feet just as well as over our heads.” – Henry David Thoreau

Maple Leaves

“Consulting the rules of composition before taking a photograph is like consulting the laws of gravity before going for a walk.” – Edward Weston.

Weekly Photo Challenge: Change

My friend kindly gave me a pile of tomatoes from her garden. Yum! The green ones were baked into a pie and frozen for Thanksgiving. This is our first year without my Grandmother.

The rest were lovingly washed and placed on my windowsill to ripen. Two weeks later, they were still changing.

Changing Tomato 1

Changing Tomatoes 2

This afternoon, with fear and trembling, and despite my terrible cooking record, I took matters into my own hands. And since I’m learning Italian, I decided to make a rich pomodoro sauce with my mutant tomaoes. My friend’s hard work would not go in vain (or to the guinea pigs)!

To make a long story short, I chopped, stewed, peeled, cried, begged and cajoled these tomatoes into the yummiest…tomato soup!

To see more Change photos, click here.

Too Much Drama

This week at work has been a veritable smorgasbord of “drama…drama…drama!” And what church doesn’t love a good smorgasbord?

I’m too old for this!

It’s the first week since the Fellowship broke up (our lead pastor has moved to another pasture) …and honestly, most of the “drama” relates to things that have no eternal value. For those of you who aren’t part of our circus, I have no doubt that my tales from the inner sanctum of the church office would be very entertaining. There are good days and bad days. This week had way more days when I felt like I’m in a cubicle  of purgatory and I am sitting at the epicentre of it all. I work in the church office, which is basically the same as saying I work in the “family business”. Sometimes I feel overworked and underappreciated (but then, don’t we all?) There are high expectations, no boundaries, and an amazing ability for news to travel fast!

I could say that church families are like squirrels – quirky, perky and with a few hidden nuts – but I don’t want to offend any squirrels! And every congregation, like every family (and every organization), has a few common characters…

There are those who are near to God and some who forget they aren’t God.

There are those who are involved in everything and others who are involved in nothing, but are happy to share their advice on how it should be done.

There’s always a busy body, a bully, a prima donna, and someone more than willing to pick apart every little mistake you make. And there are amazing people who do things like this:

Thank you Cake

There are those that everybody loves for all the right reason!

There are those (often the sweet little old ladies and gentlemen) who are amazing actors in groups but “closet biters” (a.k.a. they let you have it when you least expect it and there are no witnesses)! Others openly parade crazy!

There are those who know everything and those who know nothing (and some who prefer it that way)!

And there’s always seems to be an ample supply of  “drama”…just like family.

There are days when I’m surprised that I don’t hear more gnashing and wailing of teeth by the pastors from behind closed doors. I admire their ability to be gracious and loving when I am struggling to keep the disdain from dripping out my eyeballs and soiling someone’s patent leather shoes.

I hear voices and I cringe. Sometimes those voices aren’t in my own head. When I hear them, I want to yell “incoming” and dive under my desk for cover. It’s an odd form of spiritual warfare.

“You cannot say ‘no’ to the people you love, not often. That’s the secret. And then when you do, it has to sound like a ‘yes’. Or you have to make them say ‘no.’ You have to take time and trouble.”
Mario Puzo, The Godfather

I want to scream (for some reason in a good southern drawl): “Y’all just need to get a grip!”

September is nearing an end and I am starting to squirm already because…

And with Winter – comes first the Christmas season, complete with a musical drama (and all the behind-the-scenes drama) and the annual compilation of material for the annual “Church Budget Gathering”. Then there’s the annual updating of the church directory, the annual distribution of tax receipts, and the compilation of annual reports before the annual “Church AGM Gathering”. There’s a lot to do…and it comes with lots of drama!

But I do it because I’m called to serve. I do it because I’m wired to be glue – to be the stuff under the service that helps keep it all together. I do it because, deep down, I love these people (even the ones who require a little extra grace or are bat-crap crazy). They are my “family” – we may not have it all together, but together we have it all!

Including smorgasbords…and drama…