About two months ago I dented my forehead. I was in a hurry and whacked my head on my car door. I do believe I saw some stars, and it hurt like a mother effer. Surprisingly it didn’t bleed, and I thought for sure I would have a gusher on my hands. No bump just a small bruise for a few days and a red line.
I didn’t notice the dent until I saw a photo of myself recently. I wear glasses and have really poor vision. But jesus, a dent in my head??? It looks like someone pressed their finger down and it stayed that way. I look like I got into a bar fight, and got the crap beat out of me. I know scars add character, but I do believe I have filled my quotient.
Should I be worried? I’ve never had a dent before. Is this what it truly means to be old?? Hell, I’m only 56, and was dent free prior to this. Sure I have some pox marks on my forehead from when I had chicken pox as a kid, but I wear bangs so you really can’t see them. But this dent is huge. WTF!?!?!?!
If anyone knows of how I can get rid of it, please let me know. Maybe I could try some Silly Putty as filler. Do they make flesh colored spackle?
This a great eyebrow color if you have light eyebrows like me. I’ve tried pencils and powders in the past, but was starting to veer off into Joan Crawford land. Not a good look for a middle aged woman. My mom use to get her eyebrows dyed dark brown. They looked ridiculous as she was a red head, plus she was the neighborhood Avon lady so she should have known better.
This is a very natural looking color and stays on all day. I wear glasses so I’m fairly lazy when it comes to my brows. I should probably tweeze more, but I really don’t care. Besides I have poor vision and I can barely see to put make up on. I bought at where else- Ulta for $6.99, but I had a store coupon so it was less than $6!
Today is my birthday; I am 56, the same age my dad was when he died suddenly 38 years ago. He died a week before I graduated from high school. My parents were divorced when dad died, and we weren’t really close. I ran into a gentleman who had known my dad for many years, he shared some great stories. He was telling me about my dad’s great sense of humor, which I never really saw. My folks were unhappy for many years, and waited until I was 16 before they divorced.
I’m sad that I never really got to know my dad when I became an adult. I was in my senior year of high school and was too busy for him. I recently came across a journal I kept from 1977. It was a great trip down memory lane. Lots of fun times, but then I came across the day my dad died, May 6, 1977. That entry was probably the most legible entry in my entire journal. My handwriting is abysmal and I can barely read it myself. After I read the daily entries for the next week after my dad died, I had an epiphany. Life is too damn short to be anything but happy.
I’ve been having my own internal pity party for years. I’ve tried to not be a complainer, but life just throws curve balls at me all the time. I use to be a really fun person, but losing a loved one to a drunk driver 12 years ago changed that. I’m also have chronic back pain which doesn’t help.
After reading about my dad, I have come to the realization that nothing is a given. We never know when our number is going to be up. My dad was the same age as me when he died of a heart attack.
I have vowed to not be that negative complainer anymore. You just have to deal with whatever hardships life throws at you and go forward. You and you alone are the only person who can change your life.
I just read the funniest article about all the fake tans at this year’s Golden Globe awards. I find it so amusing with all the money these folks have they still end up looking like an oompa loompa. Now I’ve been using fake bake since the 70’s, and I never looked orange. Well, there was that one time at the Indy 500, where I had to wear long pants because of my orange legs, and it was like a 100 degrees with a million percent humidity. (Okay, I’m exaggerating, but it was hotter than hell).
I used Coppertone Quick Tan or QT when I was in high school. I’m a fair haired gal so I don’t really get tan, I get red. I actually use to use a tanning lamp on my face. I would get a toasty shade of red, then mix with the orange of the QT for a great fake tan. I cringe when I think of how many times I burned myself to a crisp just to be tan. It was all the rage back then. If you were still pale in May, you were a loser. Now I don’t step outside unless I have a 30 SPF on.
This is horrible, but for the 1970’s it worked.
This is how you do fake bake-me in 1976
When I go somewhere tropical for vacation now, you can’t even tell I went anywhere. Having a pre-cancerous lesion cut off my shoulder in my mid-thirties cured me of the tanning crap. My goofball older sister (she’s 16 years older than me) would go to a tanning booth before going to Florida to “get a base”, when she was in her 60’s. Now she’s super wrinkled, and I’m not.
I still do the fake bake, but I’m pretty sure I haven’t been orange since the Indy 500, in 1981.
Happy New Year! When I say the Conair Heat Waves rollers are back, I mean hot rollers never went away, they just did for me. I myself have not used hot rollers for many years. I had no need; I just had a vast array of curling irons. My hair is naturally curly, but I straighten it. In this past year I’ve come down with the dreaded ‘menopause hair’. It sucks! Of course I’ve been in menopause for almost six years, so I guess I should consider myself lucky I didn’t get it sooner. Menopause hair is gray, wiry, frizzy, and generally uncontrollable. It especially blows for me because up until June of 2013, I had the most amazing hair I have ever had in my life. It was long, blonde, very healthy looking. You know your hair looks good when people you work with (that you know don’t like you) compliment you on your hair. Then in June of 2013, my hair was changed forever. I had gotten some low lights for my blonde hair that ended up being too dark. I went back to the salon to get it corrected, and my stylist left the bleach on my hair too long. My hair was damaged beyond repair. I had been seeing this woman for 3 years, and I always tip very well. I was crushed. My hair broke off and I had visibly thin spots on my scalp. I spent nearly $400 buying hair pieces to cover up the damage.
We as women are usually obsessed with our hair. A good hair day can make a big difference on your outlook for the day. I’m middle aged, so having awesome hair was really a treat for me. My hair finally grew back, but it’s never been the same since. Luckily for me I look okay with my hair up. But I’ve been wearing my hair up for the past eighteen months. You kind of look like an old lady when you wear your hair up all the time. I take pride in my appearance, by wearing make-up and having a stylish wardrobe.
I never did tell my former stylist how much she ruined my hair. I was afraid I might punch her if I went back. It’s ironic because she was always telling me what great condition my hair was in, and I could go for a long time between haircuts and highlight touch ups. My dermatologist told me I shouldn’t put any bleach on my hair for at least twelve months, use Moroccan oil and take biotin supplements.
I went to back to a salon I had frequented in the past, but stopped going to because they got too expensive. I was told that there really wasn’t anything they could do. The stylist told me to go on Pinterest to look for cute up dos. Are you flipping kidding me? Nothing I can do? I had spent over $300 at this salon getting partial highlights and hair cuts on several occasions. The stylist told me she felt sorry for me, but really could not do anything about my hair.
Before hair disaster
Well, I tried yet another salon. This time the stylist was older and was very knowledgeable. She was familiar with my ‘menopause’ hair and suggested hot rollers. What an angel! I always use a heat protecting product when I style my hair, but the Conair Heat Waves rollers are flocked, they also heat up in 85 seconds. What a great alternative to using a curling iron. I’m getting the same results but not damaging my hair.
I bought my Conair Heat Waves at Ulta.com for $15.99, the regular price is $33.99, but they were on sale and I had a 20% off coupon. Here is a link to Ulta.
I’m trying to teach my 12-year-old the art of the good comeback. He told me some kid at camp commented on his “man boobs”. I told him to tell the punk that’s the closest he’ll ever come to any boobs! Ha!