Living life as a blond has been wonderful. I have flipped my way out of several tickets, twirled my hair around my finger to retake a forbidden test, doors open wide due to the flirtatious breeze through my locks , and well, naturally used it for my benefit in nearly every rightful situation. Being a blond requires an extra dose of coaching and counseling. However, in all my prideful allotment, I have handled myself like a pro! A truly inherent blond..... with a little chemical help but WHO'S ASKING?!!!
As perfect blonds are; we are always looking for new and exciting adventures. Well, my new and exciting adventure came about in the way of turning a new leaf. I have converted.......into a AUBURN-BRUNETTE!!!!! Might I remind all of you that I have never before been a brunette, but let me assure you that I am handling it was ease! A natural transition out of the old and into the new! This new wave of elegance and maturity is settling in rather comfortably.
No need to fear, the same me is still ever-present. I made a conscience decision as I drove to purchase special 'color care' shampoo and conditioner that this alteration was not going to affect me. I gathered my thoughts, clutched my glimmering purse and marched as I always had across scampering shoppers and busy intersections with not a care in the world of getting a sassy honk or worse off, hit. The same cars that stopped for me as a glowing blond, haulted dead in their tracks for the new 'blazing' brunette.
Let it be known, blond is not contained in the color of one's hair, but found within the fibers of one's natural being. Once a blond, always a blond!
Thursday, February 17, 2005
Monday, February 14, 2005
'On this particular date.....'
Randomly one of my favorite but scandalous songs came on the radio... 'Angels in the Centerfold'!!!! I love that song!!!!!!
I suddenly remembered having to do a speech in college over, "On this particular date...... " Apparently that song came out over the date I was assigned.
Not only did I mention that song in my speech, but I played a portion of that song in the confines of a Baptist College building. So rebellious... so great!!!!!
I suddenly remembered having to do a speech in college over, "On this particular date...... " Apparently that song came out over the date I was assigned.
Not only did I mention that song in my speech, but I played a portion of that song in the confines of a Baptist College building. So rebellious... so great!!!!!
Thursday, February 10, 2005
From Rags to Riches
For many, growing pains usually hit around middle school to high school... however for 'Little Miss I Have it Together' reality and relentless sinking into my own skin hit a little later in life: COLLEGE.
Never before have I wanted to crawl into a huge hole to hide my wavering (lack-there-of) talent and unpleasantly toned body than when I ran track and cross country in college. I was and still am convinced that the sport I competed in during high school and the sport I waddled through in college, though described using the same words, were completely and entirely different. It was like sliding into the major leagues immediately after a year of T-Ball: an uphill and almost defeating climb to the top.
So as to not misrepresent my credibility/story telling abilities, I was a HORRIBLE runner my Freshman year compared to the 'OBU stallions'. Having come from a small Christian High School where I was one of the prizes to barely deserving the water girl responsibilities was a lot for a strong-willed and expectant girl to handle.
The self elected 'leader' of the team consisted of a rock-abed, light as a feather, doe-running, lengthy thighed, 2% body fat, pointy nosed, 1000% over dedicated, 'I'll pass on the ice cream thank you' senior girl, we'll call Nicki: whoops, is this her real name?! Her thriving intimidation was oddly admired by some but deeply scaring/resented by many quiet on-lookers. Her judgemental and territorial presence trickled down and slammed everyone into their constraining positions on the team.
I would love to say that things swung my way after charging onto the track screaming and tearing ol' Nicki to pieces, but nothing of the sort ever happened. Apparently this was my dose, or over-dose of humility sent straight from above. I gradually choked it down and emerged a bruised but stronger person. As the years crept by, I got stronger, more determined, Nicki graduated.... with several metals and broken records but no friends by her side, I finally got to stand on the platform of satisfaction.
Oh, the riches I have learned from those 4 years! If the wind is just right, exact smells come my way, waves of light a graze across me it brings me back to those painful, growing, renewing days of running through the beautiful country roads with my girls. I simply realized my goals for being on that team were so drastically different from the 'Nickis' in life: to impact lives was far more important than blasting the records or winning every race.
Well, gotta run!
Never before have I wanted to crawl into a huge hole to hide my wavering (lack-there-of) talent and unpleasantly toned body than when I ran track and cross country in college. I was and still am convinced that the sport I competed in during high school and the sport I waddled through in college, though described using the same words, were completely and entirely different. It was like sliding into the major leagues immediately after a year of T-Ball: an uphill and almost defeating climb to the top.
So as to not misrepresent my credibility/story telling abilities, I was a HORRIBLE runner my Freshman year compared to the 'OBU stallions'. Having come from a small Christian High School where I was one of the prizes to barely deserving the water girl responsibilities was a lot for a strong-willed and expectant girl to handle.
The self elected 'leader' of the team consisted of a rock-abed, light as a feather, doe-running, lengthy thighed, 2% body fat, pointy nosed, 1000% over dedicated, 'I'll pass on the ice cream thank you' senior girl, we'll call Nicki: whoops, is this her real name?! Her thriving intimidation was oddly admired by some but deeply scaring/resented by many quiet on-lookers. Her judgemental and territorial presence trickled down and slammed everyone into their constraining positions on the team.
I would love to say that things swung my way after charging onto the track screaming and tearing ol' Nicki to pieces, but nothing of the sort ever happened. Apparently this was my dose, or over-dose of humility sent straight from above. I gradually choked it down and emerged a bruised but stronger person. As the years crept by, I got stronger, more determined, Nicki graduated.... with several metals and broken records but no friends by her side, I finally got to stand on the platform of satisfaction.
Oh, the riches I have learned from those 4 years! If the wind is just right, exact smells come my way, waves of light a graze across me it brings me back to those painful, growing, renewing days of running through the beautiful country roads with my girls. I simply realized my goals for being on that team were so drastically different from the 'Nickis' in life: to impact lives was far more important than blasting the records or winning every race.
Well, gotta run!
Wednesday, February 09, 2005
Life mixed with a big scoop of reality
Having grown up in so many different places, you would think I would be inherently amazing at coping with the twists and turns of life. However, in all my ever-flexing views of life and states, the reality could not be all the more far from me. The lessons that I gained from growing up in California, across to Ohio, and momentarily resting in down-home Oklahoma have stayed with me, urging me fly freely and just trust.......
In all this glorious freedom comes hesitation to return to the comfort of what has always been.... the unconditional-constant-unsurpassing-unwavering love that has come only from family and is churning with anticipation for something similar, something loyal, something true..... the longing to return to the safety of my childhood. The daily decisions consisted of nothing more or tragically complex than choosing between which Cheerios or Raisin Bran or what color Jolly Rancher to choose at the dentist's office. The reality that nothing will EVER be constant has hit like a welcomed and necessary load. This allows me to rest in the fact that my every move is calculated by the Lord, my Guider and Protector. What a breath of fresh and comforting air that I will never let slip from my reach!
In all this glorious freedom comes hesitation to return to the comfort of what has always been.... the unconditional-constant-unsurpassing-unwavering love that has come only from family and is churning with anticipation for something similar, something loyal, something true..... the longing to return to the safety of my childhood. The daily decisions consisted of nothing more or tragically complex than choosing between which Cheerios or Raisin Bran or what color Jolly Rancher to choose at the dentist's office. The reality that nothing will EVER be constant has hit like a welcomed and necessary load. This allows me to rest in the fact that my every move is calculated by the Lord, my Guider and Protector. What a breath of fresh and comforting air that I will never let slip from my reach!
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