Not surprisingly, I am going a little gray.

It’s noticeable now, especially during Covid, that my roots are turning silver.

And there’s something else.

I have a silver streak in my hair:

I’ve always had a light streak in my hair and I’m actually quite tickled that it’s turned silver.

After a little reflection (and discussion with my sister), I’ve decided I’m going to keep it silver and stop dyeing it.

This is a big step for me.

I’ve been dyeing my hair since I was in college.

I mean, I DO plan to dye my hair, but I’m NOT planning on fighting the silver streak which invariably turns gray a week after I dye it.

Stubborn silver hair.

I’m actually considering going full gray, but I’ve heard that can be difficult to accomplish.

I’m no fool.

I believe that something like this should be done by a licensed and trained professional.

So I won’t be buying box color and trying it on myself.

I’ve never tried to have two-tone hair.

This will be a new experience for me.

Wish me luck!

Memorial Day Synopsis

For Memorial Day weekend, my boys and I took a trip to Reno to visit my sister.

We endured a late night bumpy flight into Reno-Tahoe Airport. I slept through the flight. Or I tried to. Munchkins kept taking my photo.

Back on the ground my sons posed for a rare picture of brotherly love.

We had a great time at Auntie Lisa’s and the boys posed for a picture with her.

Then Duncan went and jumped off my sister’s second story balcony and you can see the results here.

The good news is that we went in the hot tub. The bad news is that I didn’t get naked. But I did take some pics for the blog



Sorry, but that’s about as exotic as it got this weekend.

A few funny things happened this weekend…. I mistook a tree stump for a dead cow. Now my boys point at tree stumps and say, “Look Mom…. a dead cow.” Ha ha ha.

Also, there were some spots of snow on the mountain and I, like an idiot thinking all the snow had melted, asked, “Is that cement?” You can only imagine the teasing I got over that one. Something tells me I’ll never live this down, I’m afraid.

Despite my blond moments, which are probably more indicative of me needing glasses than anything else, it was a fun vacation. All except for when my sister discovered gray (well, white) hair on my head.

Gasp! I am officially middle aged!