I love finding the odd ugly and even more so, seeing the odd beauty in it.
Let’s see if I’ve managed to do that here.
Just remember…to each his ODD!
Yes. Yes I do. I find it ODD that Marmite yeast spread is the highlight of the Christmas lights on Oxford Street in London. ODD-LY beautiful though, isn’t it?Which may be the reason I photographed this when I was caught totally by surprise while shopping long ago. Do you think it’s because I was in COLONIAL WLLIAMSBURG? (ba dum dum) I guess I still find it ODD-LY beautiful (if not disgusting-ly awful)
A 65 year old woman had a heart attack and was taken to the hospital.
While on the operating table she had a near death experience.
Seeing God she asked “Is my time up?“
God said, “No, you have another 33 years, 2 months and 8 days to live.”
Upon recovery, the woman decided to stay in the hospital and have a face-lift, liposuction, breast implants and a tummy tuck.
She even had someone come in and cover her grays and brighten her teeth! Since she had so much more time to live, she figured she might as well make the most of it.
After her last operation, she was released from the hospital.
While crossing the street on her way home, she was struck and killed by an ambulance.
Arriving in front of God, she demanded, “I thought you said I had another 33 years? Why didn’t you pull me from out of the path of that ambulance?“
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God replied: “I didn’t recognize you“
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The lesson here?
Easy…she should have worn her hearing aids!
😉
Save a life…support your local Audiologist
In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: “Happy Place.”
I’m happy in a lot of different places, as most people are. Most especially, the ocean, the mountains, lakeside and a newly discovered dirt road.
What these locations hold in common for me though is simple.
They are Mother Nature’s dance halls.
Nothing makes me happier than when I can catch Mother doing a good old fashioned Boogie Down!
Please enjoy
Such is… Love in the Afternoon!Dining AloneDinner for TwoFamily’s Night OutCheck Please! Whatever their dining pleasure, it’s all part of… “The Dinner Dance”The proposalIn the SwimGetting comfy“HEY! Do. You. Mind?!” It’s Turtle Time
Cee’s Fav Foto Friday Weekly Event…not sure this is a challenge so much as a way to inspire us to keep on posting…but either way, I’d like to take her inspiration and do just that…keep on posting 🙂
Photo Challenges. Before this week, I didn’t know they existed. Since then, it’s become almost a full time job…one that doesn’t pay a cent…but I love it anyway!
Three years ago today…March 1, 2013, I re-entered the blogosphere to share my thoughts and speak my mind on life’s many shades of gray. Having survived the hugely regretful menopause fueled meltdown deletion of my original blogonality, Help Me Rhonda, I’m more than happy I made the decision to try again.
I am also very thankful for the old friends that found the new me, and thrilled with the new friends I’ve made since. So, I’d like to celebrate this birthday with a stroll down memory lane by revisiting 50 Shades of Gray Hair’s inaugural post…as well as thanking you all once again, for adding your own hues to my 50 shades, and leaving your heart-prints all over mine.
And I just have to point out…the first sentence of the 4th paragraph? The one I’ve highlighted in red? Oy…prophetic or WHAT!! 🙂
This first official post has me feeling like I’m coming back to Junior High after summer break. But instead of that obligatory ‘How I Spent My Summer Vacation’ essay, I’m standing in front of the class reading mine entitled…
Though I am no longer the pimply-faced teen, sweating the small stuff…I AM a wrinkly-faced grandmother sweating with the flashes and spending way too much time looking for those things I knew I needed, at the time I needed them but forgot I had…and when I did find them, I couldn’t remember why I needed them in the first place.
Ha…I’m not really wrinkly-faced; it’s more of a wrinkly feeeeling. The memory thing is spot on though, as are the questions about where life went and what new and wonderful surprises will pop up, slide down, fall off, or turn colors, each and every morning.
[Not to mention what happens AFTER I leave the bathroom…yikes]
Those first steps of the day can make it or break your leg...if you’re not paying attention. Life’s stairs are steep; you need to open your eyes, clear your head, hang onto the handrail, and take one step at a time. That isn’t to say you can’t ride the rail once in a while…hop on the banister and whoop your way down…
…Just watch out for the splinters along the way. They are a pain in the ass!
No one said it would be easy. At least no one said it to me. Of course, no one said it would be this hard either. But, I have realized, it’s only as hard as we make it. Which, I believe, is why I’m here…again.
Life can be hard, but never as hard as when you turn inward thinking to shelter and protect, only to wake up and realize you are just adding more and more wrinkles. Those ‘oldest woman on earth’ kind of wrinkles; ‘my wrinkles have wrinkles’ kind of wrinkles; ‘when I stand I sound like an accordion‘ kind of wrinkles.
Old.
I’m talking feeling old!
And I’m too young to feel this old.
Too young to BE this old.
So, I’m starting by ironing and straightening out some of those internal wrinkles. Getting up and out of my life’s laundry basket and getting to work. (Don’t worry, I won’t ever use that term again! And if any of you remember anything about my old blog…you may recall I HATE IRONING!)
Each day – a new stretch
Each stretch – one less wrinkle.
And I know I’m not doing it alone.
That’s the key. I’m letting those that love me take one end while I take the other…and together we’ll pull some of those suckers out.
And for the one’s that can’t be pulled…I have a turbo charged steam iron.
Yes, I do.
It’s called ‘The Future”!
And when the time comes to let the roots show, I’ll be ready.
50 Shades of Gray Hair 
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