and in honor of turning 34 and still rebelling against capital letters, i offer a RAK. oh wait. those are capitals. shit. whatever. so the story goes like this...
i told myself last year that i would open an etsy shop by my 34th bday. i tried to get a few things ready to go just so i could open it by "my deadline"...and then realized that i was rushing something that totally didn't need to be rushed because i am in charge of my deadline and so i decided NO DEADLINE! how about them apples? anyway, the etsy...she waits. and SO...i offer up this lovely and a few extra goodies to YOU, my faithful (and more likely, probably first time) readers! just leave a comment on this post and i'll choose a random winner! YAY!

i was talking to angie tonight (because technically, i am writing this at midnight thirty) and told her the story of how i knew i was getting old. i'm at the store today, shopping for exciting items like toothpaste and tampons when i come across the ENTIRE AISLE of hair color. dude. it has been YEARS since i dyed my hair but it seriously crossed my mind today. i know it's the giant "3-5" that is now on the one year horizon that is making me consider it. anyway, i stood there for 15 minutes, just staring at all the boxes. "am i dark brown? black? not ash brown. hrm..."
first of all, was i seriously considering dying over my salt and pepper hair BY MYSELF? how crazy am i? one of two things would have happened. i would have missed entire chunks of my hair for not being able to see the back of my head properly and i would have come away like some kind of garnier skunk. OR, with my luck, i would have left it on too long and accidentally dyed my forehead brown and then had to walk around ON MY BIRTHDAY looking like i fell asleep in a pile-o-shit. not attractive on any day.
SO, i left the store with no dye. i sit here tonight with my gray hairs aplenty pondering life and love and friendships, new and old. i have lots of projects in the works, which i'll share soon. i'm trying to remember to "keep calm and carry on". the morning will bring starbucks WITH whipped cream. maybe i'll have cheesecake for lunch. and something equally bad for me for dinner. maybe one day, i'll dye my hair. maybe even pink. BUT for now, i'll just try and continue to age gracefully...or at least without a shit-stained forehead.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!













