Running Red Momma

It may not be ethical to fake all things. But, faking you have it together can be a useful skill. For example, I have two very sick kids who have kept me from sleeping the past week. I am so brutally tired that my preferred activity is to sit in my bathrobe until noon and babble to myself. Normal activities are sliding to just surviving the day. I have been so exhausted and time confused, showering has been ignored. Hence, enter "faking it". I use a great smelling body spray, put on one of my hipper shirts and use bright lip shade. Presto! No one is aware the sink is full of dishes and that I could use a good dip in the bath. Because I have curly hair, I fake this with a number of bright headbands with ponytails. I like to think of this as evoking the glamor, or should I say glamour, of the sixties. If one is a tired man, I would recommend a bright tie, heavy cologne and the current messy hair look.

So, last night I went Halloween shopping with my daughter. My question, why is Halloween the excuse for every woman to dress, cheaply. (So, to speak.) I couldn't find a decent costume for me to wear. When I get shocked by these costumes, it certainly makes me feel like an older woman.

Who got that red hair? So, I am getting older and I had my third baby. There was only one answer, I had to dye my hair and run a race. When I gazed at my magenta head, I lost confidence. The picture does not really capture the Easter Egg nature of my hair. As I thought about it, if one cannot handle bright hair then what could I handle? My Dad asked me if it was "trollop red". My response would be to run off and dye it green.

I just can't help how fun this is. This is my first time writing a blog. I love it! I finally have a medium which links my random brain and my new picture taking cell phone. For example, I took this shot when I went running. I love the agility of taking spontaneous pictures when I am about "the town".