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Change. I've learned to embrace it, ride it out til the end. Sometimes I'm kicking and screaming, other times weeping with my eyes clinched tight. Once in awhile I ride like a dog in a car, head out the window snorting what life has to offer. Mother to young adult children, a marriage of thirty years, and a desert to mountain to valley waltz with God have shaped me into someone I never imagined I'd be. Life is short and I want to live it. Tears, sighs, laughter and change. Every morsel granted to me. Scrambled, shaken or stirred.

Thursday, January 14, 2016

Scribbles and Scrambles ~ Hairowing

Desperation is here. My hair is awkward, real, real awkward. I'm not at the point of chopping into it yet (thank goodness) but I am resorting to borrowing those little alligator office clips at work. If you look closely among the silver strands you can see two little arm antennas of the clip. I had better make an appointment before I consider going after one of Rob's power tools next.