the view from my school!

um, I'm just sayin'

$7 Hair Dye and a Little Luck

As wonderful as my new adventure is and as excited I am about it, there are a few sacrifices to be made when you kick your income to the curb. So with an income of zero and my roots growing by the minute, I thought I'd give dying my own hair a try. With the help of Katherine, who called her hair stylist friend to tell me what to get, and Cubbie who actually did the "do", here I am in all my glory. What do you think? Can I get buy on with $7 hair for a while?

Saying Goodbye to the Tuxedo T-Shirt

A few nights ago I was talking to a friend and the subject of my age camp up. He said “You know, 34 is a good age. It’s like a tuxedo t-shirt. You’re classy because you’re a tuxedo but you’re still fun because you’re also a t-shirt.” I thought it was a surprisingly good description. 34 is a little bit like that – you’re a full card-carrying member of adulthood but can still get away with an occasional youthful outburst.

But I turn 35 today – I can’t believe it. And now, as I sit here, a newly minted 35 year old, realizing that I’m closer to 40 than 30, closer to retirement than to the beginning of my life – I wonder what comes after the tuxedo t-shirt. Definitely not the bikini t-shirt, but I’m also not quite to the sweatshirts with printed animals stage yet either.

35 could have meant more suits, bags and shoes that cost too much, longer hours at a job I disliked, stress making me older, faster. But instead, 35 finds me sitting in a community college classroom. The suits and shoes have been replaced with the old Celtics T-shirt I’m wearing today and new braces, sitting awkwardly on my teeth. So if 34 is like a tuxedo t-shirt, will 35, for me, be like a Celtics t-shirt and braces?

Could be.

What it will be for a while is living with my parents and going to community college – hanging out with my 10 year old brother Jack on a Friday night – doing yoga in the backyard with my mom and aunt – studying anatomy – going to high school football games to watch my brother Tommy – volunteering at the hospital – applying to graduate schools. And what it will definitely be is finally, FINALLY being brave enough to wear a swimsuit without shorts in spite of thighs that are a little too white and definitely too fleshy.

So I think maybe I'll hang on to the tuxedo t-shirt for a while – along with the old Celtics t-shirt and braces, the new bathing suit hanging in my closet, and even occasionally still the shoes and suits.

This year on my birthday, come find me on the beach. Just look for the 35 year old girl, with a pair of pale, fleshy, happily liberated thighs, looking blissfully undefined!

Carole King Sang it Best -- "Back to California"

So after 10 wonderful wonderful years in Northern, Virginia, I'm headed back to the land of my youth. California. I leave in two weeks to make the drive across the country. It'll be 10 days of high adventure on the road and then I'll be back to the homeland.

Look, I went to Switzerland and Italy!

I would be in Ireland right now, but . . .

Easter Dinner

We had a wonderful Easter Dinner, complete with a hot crossed buns, ham with a blackberry rum sauce (AMAZING), strawberry bunny cake, lemon meringue pie, great friends and food comas.