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Splitting Hairs

I knew I should have fixed it when I had the chance, but I didn’t and now I can’t fix it.  Oh, the shame, the embarrassment of my mistake! Had I known where it would lead I would have made sure to fix things right away.

It all started about two years ago.  One morning, while getting ready for church, there it was. It was only about an inch long, but it stuck up from the middle of my scalp like a beacon…my first white hair. At first, I was thrilled. “It’s a white hair and not a gray hair! I’m going to have beautiful white hair!” I thought excitedly.

Then reality hit. “It’s a white hair! I’m too young for this to happen! I’m only 40-something! No, no, no! This can’t be happening to me!” Without giving it much thought, I pulled open the medicine cabinet door, grabbed the tweezers, and with one quick tug the dreaded hair was gone.

“Phew! That was close!” I sighed and felt triumphant that I had stopped the progression of my hair turning white.

A couple of weeks later, “Whitey” was back. I knew my hair grew fast, but this was ridiculous! Once again, the tweezers quickly brought death to Whitey.

I was born with strawberry blonde hair. (Before the blonde jokes start, I have to remind you that I am more “strawberry” than blonde!) There were days growing up that my hair would look really red and days it would look very blonde. Hairdressers thought I dyed it and when I told them I never had, they made sure to tell me that women would “kill” to have my hair color. Well, they could have it! I was red-head enough that my uncle Glenn would call me “Red,” which I hated, and my dad would call me “Pumpkin head,” which I also hated. I often dreamed of being a brunette with naturally curly hair. Instead I had two toned hair that was straight as a board and as thick as three heads worth of hair.

Now you think it would be a blessing to have really thick hair. It’s not. It’s a curse! I couldn’t wear the “cool” banana clip combs that were popular in the 80’s. I broke five of them trying to get my hair in one before I gave up.  I had to wear super heavy coated rubber bands on my ponytails because the regular kind would break too easily. When I wore my hair up, we had to put so many hairpins in my bun that I felt like I was carrying three extra pounds on my head. Perms were a nightmare!! Because I like to keep my hair fairly long, one perm packet isn’t enough.  Usually, because of the thickness and the length, three perm packets were used, and getting the perm was an all day affair.

Now, here I am, a forty-something strawberry blonde who has never dyed her hair, hasn’t bothered with a perm for 13 years, and has faithfully trimmed dead ends, kept it conditioned and cleaned and how does my hair reward me? It starts to turn white! Ugh!

Well, back to my current dilemma.  About a week ago, I saw that Whitey had returned. I decided to let it go. Besides, it was only about an inch long. I should have known better! Whitey took that opportunity to invite his friends. “Snowball,” “Marshmallow,” and “Cool Whip” have made their appearance and I’m sure their friends are on their way.

Obviously, this is not me, but it is how I imagine my hair will soon look!

Obviously, this is not me, but it is how I imagine my hair will soon look!

Will I condemn them all to death? No. I’m beginning to eye the 50-something years (though I still have a couple of years till then). I may as well embrace my new additions and give them the same love and attention I have given their predecessors.  Besides, this is a sign of maturity, right?

Psalm 71:18 says, “Even when I am old and gray, do not forsake me, my God, till I declare your power to the next generation, your mighty acts to all who are to come.” So, I guess I’ll embrace these old white hairs.  After all, I still have a lot of teaching to do with my daughter and my grandchildren in the future.   Just because I’m starting to look old doesn’t mean I have to act old either! And, I know that even though I’m growing older, God will still be with me wherever I go.

♥Miriam

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Better Stock up! It’s Gonna be a Big One!

My entire town is in a tizzy. They have called for bad weather starting some time tonight. We’re supposed to get snow. No one can pin point down how much we are to actually get. I’ve heard anywhere between 1 inch to 18 inches. I’m not convinced we’re getting anything.  After all, it was 53 degrees at one point today.

However, weirder things have happened. I recall one year, about 20 years ago, that it snowed in April. It’s not April yet, so I guess it could happen. Some of our biggest snow storms have actually come in March. I remember in 1996 we had one of the worst snow storms I had ever seen. I had recently moved to a townhouse in Chambersburg, just 4 months before. We had over 2 feet of snow that storm. Even though I worked less than a mile from where I lived, I wasn’t able to go to work for 3 days! On that 3rd day, the office tried to open, and someone came and picked me up because I still couldn’t drive my car. They hadn’t plowed out our parking lot yet. It took us nearly 20 minutes to go 9/10 of a mile to work. We got there and saw two patients who were able to get out in the weather, and then we went back home. It wasn’t even worth trying to go!  I ended up missing the next 2 days of work after that, not because of the snow. It was because when we got back from that uneventful opening of the office, they were plowing my parking lot. Under all that snow there was a sheet of ice. My foot found the ice and down I went like a pile of rocks and landed (hard) on my tailbone. Ouch! The next couple of days I could barely tolerate sitting down! Ugh!

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So, here we are a few hours before the next big storm and I am amazed how different things are than they were just a few years ago. I remember when I was in school, you would go to school and get dismissed early if it started to snow. Now, here it is, hours before school is to even start, the snow hasn’t even started yet, and all the schools have closed for tomorrow! Really? Is this necessary? What if the storm doesn’t actually come? Will they reinstate school….no.  Churches have already cancelled evening services for Wednesday….did I mention that it isn’t doing anything yet? Businesses are already announcing late openings for tomorrow….are they seeing something I can’t? Government offices are on liberal leave….well, they’ll take any excuse not to actually work!  And even my own workplace has decided that we’re all working from home tomorrow.

When we dropped Katie off for Kid’s Klub this evening, we heard the usual jokes about getting enough milk, bread and toilet paper to hold us through the storm.  David and I decided we didn’t need bread, milk or toilet paper….we’re well supplied at the moment. We were in desperate need of some potato chips though, and so we went to the store. Chips were picked over….perhaps everyone else had the same need. There was still plenty of toilet paper, milk and bread. I think they overstocked to prepare for the madness.  I tried so hard not to laugh at the woman in the check out in front of me. She had 2 gallons of milk, 3 dozen eggs and 6 tubs of cream cheese. The guy before her had …you guessed it, milk, bread and toilet paper.  The lady behind me had eggs, butter and flour….I think she planned to bake!

I’m ready for whatever comes. I’m prepared to work from home, and if I do work from home, I plan to rise early and get most of my day in before my daughter wakes up. Then, if there’s time left in the day, we’ll watch some movies and munch popcorn, and finish riding out the storm.

Job 37:6 says, “He says to the snow, ‘Fall on the earth,’ and to the rain shower, ‘Be a mighty downpour.’” (NIV).  It doesn’t matter much if we want it to snow or not, nor does it matter if we’re ready for it or not. If it’s to happen, God will speak it into being.  We’ll survive without milk and bread. After all, doesn’t He also tell us in Matthew 4:4  “It is written: ‘Man shall not live on bread alone, but on every word that comes from the mouth of God.” So, I think I’ll partake of some of His “daily bread” and spend some time in His Word tomorrow as we wait out the storm.  Are you adequately prepared for the storms in your life?

♥Miriam

 

Say What??

I debated about whether or not I would post this memorable moment. After all, some could view it as a bit risque’.  But after recently talking with my friend, Becca and finding out that you can actually print your blog in a book form, decided that’s something I’d like to do at some point. And so, I’m including this “Katie moment” here. Besides, it IS hysterical and it’s something I’ve neglected to put in her baby book. So, I figure if I post it here, it’ll become part of a book at some point.

This “Katie moment” is actually a “Katie/Katrina moment”. Katrina is one of Katie’s best friends. Now keep in mind, they were only 6 and 5 at the time, but this story is just classic!  It’s one of those “pick-me-up-off-the-floor-I’m-laughing-so-hard” moments! Enjoy…..

Two best friends-Katie (age 6) and Katrina (age 5). Now they're 4 years older, but still just as silly as they were then! :)

Two best friends-Katie (age 6) and Katrina (age 5). Now they’re 4 years older, but still just as silly as they were then! 🙂

The other week, Katie’s little friend Katrina was here for the evening.  They were having a blast playing dress up and house.  Dave & I were relaxing; I was in the living room reading and Dave was just coming in from the kitchen when he & I heard the following conversation….

Katie: “Wanna play restaurant?”
Katrina: “Sure!”
Katie: “Okay, I’ll go first at being the waitress and cook and all, and you’ll be the customer and then we’ll switch.”

Katrina goes back the hall and grabs a doll and comes back to Katie’s “kitchen”.

Katie: “Welcome to Katie’s dinner.  Here’s a nice table for you.”
Katrina: “Thank you.”
Katie: “I’ll get a highchair for your baby.” (Proceeds to get a doll highchair and drags it to the table.) “Here’s your menu, let me know when you’re ready to order.”

Katie then goes to the “kitchen” and begins to “cook”.

Katrina: “I’m ready to order.”
Katie: (With tablet in hand) “What will you have?”
Katrina: “I’ll have the pizza.”
Katie: “And what would your baby like to eat.”
Katrina: “Oh, she doesn’t eat.  She drinks from my nipples!”

Now Dave is just about in the living room when he hears this, comes in and whispers “Did I just hear what I think I heard?”  Yes, Dave, you did!

Without missing a beat Katie continues on…. “I’ll be right back with your pizza.”

Talk about hilarious!  There is Dave and I tears streaming down our faces because we’re trying not to laugh out loud and Katie and Katrina continue on playing restaurant as though nothing was ever said!

Kids do say the strangest things! 🙂

♥Miriam

Follow That Bird!!

I was looking at my Facebook page this evening, and remembered I had written quite a few “notes” on FB before starting this blog. Seems like no one writes “notes” on FB anymore since you aren’t as limited in how many words you can put in a post. But, some of these stories were pretty hilarious, so tonight I’m going to post a few and have a little blast from the past!

Here’s the first of those stories:

We get home from work this evening, and Katie decides to play outside. She’s not out long until she comes flying back in the house. “Mommmmmmmy!!!! There’s a bird in our basement!”

Now, of course, I think she’s making this up, ’cause how could that possibly be?? “Katie, there is not!”

“Yes, Mommy, there is! I was on the front porch and saw something move in the basement window and there’s a bird pecking at the window like it’s saying ‘let me out, let me out’!”

“David!!!!! Katie says there’s a bird in the basement!”

“I’m on my way to check it out….. (mumbles under his breath)…sure there’s a bird in the basement, yeah right!” So, down the steps goes Dave and within minutes he’s back up.

“So, no bird, right?” I ask.

“Oh, there’s a bird all right! It’s a stinkin’ starling. I’m getting my pellet gun and letting it have it! Be right back!” A few minutes pass…….hmmmmm, I’m not hearing the pellet gun go off……hmmmm, wonder what’s going on…….

Still can't figure how a starling ever got into our basement!

Still can’t figure how a starling ever got into our basement!

“Dave! Did you get it yet?”

“NO! It’s flying around now….dumb bird!” Waiting, waiting…….CRASH!!!!

“Honey what happened????”

Here he comes up the steps. “Bird’s gone.”

“You shoot it?”

“Nope. Dumb thing kept flying around the room and landing on the window sill and kept pecking the window. It was retarded. I’m sure the bird is stupid.”

“Sooooo, what was the crash?”

“Well, during one of it’s laps around the room, I opened the window and when it landed again to peck the window, realized it was open and flew out.”

Dave spent the next hour trying to figure out how a bird got in the basement. It’s a mystery. There were no open windows, and they were all locked. There was no way it could get out of the chimney and into the house because it wouldn’t be able to get out of our furnace. No hole in the dryer vent big enough. So, Dave heads for the attic, thinking perhaps he came in that way and crawled down through the duct work or down through the wall. No evidence of bird entry there either. We are clueless how this bird got into the house.

I got it! It’s a ghost bird, that’s it! It can pass through walls! I’ll stick with that for an explanation! Anybody else have any thoughts????

♥Miriam