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!
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.