Keep Growing

“The dryer keeps shrinking my pants,” I recently thought to myself.  Then I thought about how old these pants are and concluded that so many times through the washer and dryer has probably shrunk some of my favorite pants.  Then I had a yucky thought.  “What if my pants aren’t shrinking?  What if I’m expanding?  What if I’m growing?”

What Are You Thinking?!?!?

are quickly becoming young adults, independent, and wonderfully  unique.  Additionally, my husband is on the cusp of being 60 years old, and I’m 54.  In relation to our generational outlooks, he is very much a baby boomer, and I’m very much an Xer.  Furthermore, our family has two girls and three boys, so there are differences in perspective from a girl and guy point of view. 

Celebrating Freedom!

When I think of freedom, I also think of responsibility because I’ve come to learn that these words depend upon each other to be sustained and functional. For example, when I was sixteen years old, I bought my first car with money that I’d earned for two years. I was MASSIVELY STOKED to drive wherever I wanted, and I thoroughly enjoyed the newfound freedom of driving! I also learned by some highly undesirable consequences that I need to take care of my car with stuff like oil changes, repairs, tires, etc.

The Root Problem

I dye my hair, and because my hair grows quickly, my roots can make me look like a skunk if I let too much time go by without some color enhancements. To help the big dye job last longer, I get my roots dyed halfway between the big dye job appointments, so I’m relatively savvy with my root maintenance. However, at some point in the not very distant future, I’m seriously thinking about letting go of this dye dance and celebrating the natural color of my hair, which is mostly white. In the meantime, I attend to my roots so that they don’t skunk me out.