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the way my brain thinks….

Got my hairs colored this morning. My stylist is about 28 and so wise beyond her years. She was a chemistry major in college and then went to beauty school. She got married July 8, so THAT’S all done and we had a nice visit.

She is a red-head, so she understands how to do the color.

I put off coloring my hair for a long time. I NEVER did anything to it, except cut it! One family trait that I inherited was greying hair, and I’m not ready to accept it yet. I look at other women with beautiful salt-and-pepper hair and I wonder…..what does a REDHEAD do?

I gave my stylist, Jodi, a very special "bill" to put in her wallet.
Behind her license.
Mad Money.
Fun Money.
Just in Case Money.
I’m not broke yet Money.
We both got a little teary-eyed.
Went to my CRAP ROOM last evening to sew a rip in Matt’s pants.
When opened the door, I couldn’t believe my eyes.

The beautiful white shelving that Dan and Matt installed so carefully a few months ago had pulled out of the wall and everything was on the floor.
Glass Containers were broken.
Paper, ribbons, stamps, buttons, markers, stickers, dies, books, scrapbook pages, charms, pencils, glues, tape, glue-guns, ink pads, storage boxes…..
on the concrete floor.

I shut the door and went back upstairs.

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I'm a semi-retired mom living smack dab in the middle. Mom to @lasertron and @MattEHunt and new gramma to @aliceelfie. I attended #STS134 #NASAtweetup. I love to cook, hoard magazines and go places with my husband in his Cirrus122.


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