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Damn that Wild Hair!

S and I had a hysterical conversation the other day about that frickin’ single facial hair that pops up so randomly, the one we like to call The Wild Hair. Yes, we do crack ourselves up!

Do we all have them? That one hair that grows independently on some odd spot on your face. Usually the most noticeable spot. Is it really that noticeable to others or is it that once we figure out its there we fixate on it?

Sure, we have every intention of plucking it, but until we get back to our tweezers and a mirror, what’s a girl to do?

tweezer and mirror

The smart thing would be to ignore it, haha! Instead we touch it, focus on it, pull at it and more.


We suspect men only get that wild hair in their eyebrows. At least that’s where we notice them. Women? Not so lucky. They sprout wherever they please, on your chin, your upper lip, middle of your cheek? No problem, the wild hair is always happy to oblige especially if you are heading to an important engagement.


The wild hair loves to stand out, therefore it generally comes in thicker, longer and coarser than all the others. What better way to be noticed, not only by yourself but by everyone who comes close to you.

Which brings us back to the question, do others really notice or have we become obsessive about it? Someone once told us, “It’s just part of you, an addition to your personality.”

You’re kidding right? Looking like the evil witch from Hansel and Gretel or Snow White’s apple bearer adds to my personality? Cue the warts? Thanks a lot.

Truly, how did this wild hair become so prominent in our lives that we actually have conversations and write blogs about them?

Another menopause mystery…


Black Friday Barbarians

I’ve thoroughly enjoyed Thanksgiving this year. I brined and cooked a large organic turkey last weekend at a family get-together, so today I am relaxing. There are a few family members coming over later for dessert and games. A perfect day.

For an awful lot of people Thanksgiving is a day to prepare and carb-load for late Thanksgiving night and Black Friday shopping. My question would be why? Why find yourself in a crush of bodies fighting for some gadget or toy?

Black Friday shopping epitomizes the fall of civilization; is our consumerism so rampant that we must trample, injure and fight with each other for a screaming deal?

Retailers have little or no regard for their employees to subject them to such inhumanity. This is a new age of barbarianism.

My neighbor, will call him Attila, is currently mapping out his strategy. He has Attila Jr. in football pads and helmet to run interference when the doors open. His darling daughter, Catherine the Great, is to enter the store and veer immediately to the right, enter the 3rd toy aisle, snag at least 2 if not 3 toy Kidswantmosts, then make a beeline for the cash registers, saving them all a place in line. Meanwhile, Attila and Attila Jr. will head straight to electronics for yet another 50” flat screen TV and the newest game console. Mrs. Mario Andretti Attila will wait in the car with the motor running; on Attila’s signal, she will floor it towards the front entrance, scoop up all three along with their purchases, put it in gear and hightail it out of there to the next store on their list.

In some ways, we should envy them, sometime between 2 a.m. and 8 a.m on Friday, November 28th, 2014, they will have completed their Christmas shopping and now can spend the month simply enjoying the holiday.

I don’t know S, that’s a thought. Do you think we should try it?

Nah, I’ll wait until cyber Monday. I prefer to practice consumerism from my easy chair.