About 50 Shades

I’m that blogger formerly known as Help Me Rhonda.  I am was a menopausal mess, hence the “formerly known as”.
I deleted myself (if only I’d forgotten THAT password!) one stormy day because, hey, don’t let them kid ya…emotional? Try eruptional!
I am in my 2nd half century and have finally discovered there IS more to life than, well…gray hair.
You’ve been there?
You are there?
Then you understand.
I don’t know where I’m going, but I do know where I’ve been.
So, I’m thinking I’m going to enjoy some gray, 50 shades of it.  And why not…I earned it.
After all, what is there to lose besides my mind (and what’s left of my pubic hair)!
Not a damned thing!
Whether you color them up, tone them down, comb them over, or tuck them under…we all have roots.
And mine are coming out!

I’ve been called a lot of things, but one of the best has been Wonder Woman.  But if you know a woman whose made it even close to this far with some part of her mind still intact…then you know a wonder!  And you also know, she NEVER does it alone!  Side Kicks are key to a good dye job!  And I’ve got some doosie floozies, and a couple of cool dudes too!

In my former blog-life, I had a cheer-leading blogger-squad I’d lay odds would knock the mini-britches off the Dallas Cowboy‘s ‘girls’, and look damned good doing it!

So they sweat a mean hot flash.  Who cares?  A wet t-shirt is a wet t-shirt, no matter where the liquid comes from.

Rah Rah Rah?  Not these babes…it’s Roar Roar Roar (cough, wheeze, oh em gee) and I wouldn’t change a gray root on their blonde, brown, red, blue, pink, purple, heads!

If you’ve been there, are there, or are still on the journey…you get it.  So I think you’ll get me, whoever me is.

I don’t know where I’m going, but I do know where I’ve been (did I say that already?) and that’s half the battle.  Literally, half the battle.

Maybe, between you, me, and that box of Nice-n-Easy, we can figure some things out.

But before we reach for that box…let’s enjoy some gray…50 shades of it…and what’s to lose besides the rest of our minds (and, well, oh shit…who  needs hair down there anyway)!

I’m Rhonda and it’s nice to meet you, again, for the first time. 

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No more hiding behind the curtain...nice to meet you all!  And, welcome to 50 Shades...we all have 'em

No more hiding behind the curtain…nice to meet you all! And, welcome to 50 Shades…we all have ’em

49 thoughts on “About 50 Shades

  1. Ah WW, it’s good to have you back – and I love the new name, love the smile that’s on that face and tickled beyond measure that your nickname is now one that you’re wearing out loud!!! (Of course it doesn’t hurt to know that SK is an appellation I wear proudly too)..Your squad hasn’t left – we’re all still here – just give everyone a minute to pick up their pom-poms!! xoxox

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    • For some reason, this comment ended up in my spam folder. Hmmmm, you are not spam are you Duncan? Not that I don’t like spam, I do…great lightly fried with mustard. And I’m shocked I tell you…never would have pegged you for a septuagenarian! How cool…so there’s hope for me yet. Thanks for the incentive to keep on trucking. 🙂

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  2. Hi Rhonda, I have accidentally come by your blog and as a fellow beyond fifty and well past the loosing stage of life i found your approach refreshing to say the least.
    Merry Christmas Rhonda, today is Christmas in Australia where everyday is a good day.

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    • I’m so sorry it’s taken so long to respond…things being what they are, I’ve not been online in a while. I’m always glad to hear of the happy accidents that bring people up on my porch (and I have a soft spot for Aussies). A belated Merry Christmas and wishing you and yours a healthy, happy New Year. Look forward to getting to know you…R

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  3. Ha ha! Funny, Ms. Wet T Shirt. Let mine locks “go” at the tender age of 42. Only one guy had the temerity to ask when I was going to start coloring. Oh, there was that brief phase of blonde, then reddish-brown, then a couple other colors, all of which looked dumb, then the witchy phase wiry of gray sprigs invading the territory, then bwa-ha-ha! No more die, I mean dye. Looking forward to reading more. Cheers —

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    • Hahaha…thanks for the great comment J.B. You’re hair color journey sounds very much like mine…though I admit I fell off the wagon during a weak moment and am now regretting the skunk stripe down the center of my head!! But, stripe or no, I’m letting it grow out again…I actually felt more powerful WITH the gray. So yes….No. More. Die. lol

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