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Time for Change

It’s fall and it finally feels like fall. The mornings are dark and chilly, I actually had to turn on the heat in my apartment last night, and of course the leaves are in glorious fall colors. So I was inspired for a bit of change for myself.

I’m naturally a brunette, in my early 20’s I started coloring my hair red because my daughter is a red-head and I got tired of constantly answering the questions of where she got the red hair. A couple of years ago I decided to stop coloring my hair, I mean it wasn’t necessary, I didn’t have any gray or white hairs to cover up. So I let my natural color shine back through and all the color grow out.

A couple months ago I started noticing a small patch of white hairs, not a couple of hairs here and there, an actually patch of white hairs right at my forehead. It’s been bugging me, so this past weekend I finally broken down and bought a pretty light auburn color. I figured there was no need to go full on red, just auburn so that I’d have more highlights and still keep my brown undertones. Oh boy was I wrong, for that matter the box was wrong.

Have you ever looked at a box of hair color in the store? Typically on the side or on the top they show what the starting hair colors is (like blonde, brown and black) and then what it will look like with the color added. The box lied. My hair is now similar to a candy apple red color. I’ve tried to take pictures to capture the color but so far I haven’t found the right lighting to do it justice as to how crazy this color is.

I could be really mad and upset and frankly devastated over the color, but instead I think I can rock this candy apple red color. I’m going with it. It’s almost Halloween, I’ll fit right in, right?

The funny thing is when I was in work last week my hair was dark brown, this week it’s candy apple red and not one person has said a thing to me about the color change. I have to laugh about this a little bit and wonder am I the topic of conversation around the water cooler or are they really that oblivious that they haven’t noticed? Either way, I’m still happy that I have a little bit of fall inspired change.

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20 Years Blessed

20 years ago, I was given amazing news, that after a 4 month battle and being told repeatedly that I would not survive, I was not only going to survive but that my cancer was gone. Just vanished, leaving only scar tissue in it’s wake. I am so blessed to have had all these years even with the crazy side effects and complications that I’ve had since. Menopause at 28, blood clots, heart condition, it hasn’t been an easy road but I don’t regret a second of my journey.

I have an amazing daughter who has grown into an amazing woman. She got her first job just a couple of weeks ago and she’s showing incredible ambition and displaying her sense of responsibility. I’m so glad that I’ve been here these 20 years to witness her transition from typical teenager to extraordinary woman.

I’ve been able to realize that my brother isn’t just the annoying little boy, but has become one of my best friends too. My brother and I have 5 years between us. I’m older and as a little boy he just wanted to hang out with his big sister and frankly I couldn’t be bothered. As we have grown into adults, we’ve had life experiences that have helped us grown closer and become friends. I may not talk to him every day, but we don’t let a week go by without checking in on each other to make sure that we are ok.

My mom, my rock. She’s always been in that role and I don’t think that will ever change. We’ve been there for each other through break ups, heart ache, deaths of 2 amazing men (both of whom I was proud to think of as Dad) and ups and downs with health. Though she doesn’t live close by anymore, we still talk at least once a day.

My dad, he’s not one for showing emotion. At least with me he never has. We’re not close but I know that when I need him, he’s there for me. And that’s enough for me.

Over the years I’ve gotten to re-connect with some old friends and make some pretty amazing new ones. They’ve become like family to me. I don’t think that I would have been able to get through some of the rough times without them.

I’ve gone on to get 2 different degrees. Something that I didn’t think that I’d ever do. I really have accomplished quite a lot in these last 20 years. I can’t wait to see what I do in my next 20 …..

A True Love Story

One of my very good friends told me the other day that my mom and step-dad’s story was one of her favorite love stories. We lost my step-dad last week, he had been battling cancer for quite a while and in the end, it took him in just a couple of weeks. While I will always miss him, I am glad that he is no longer suffering and will always remember that he was in our lives because “it was all my fault” (I’ll explain that in the story).

My mom and step dad (his name is Guy) met in High school, they dated and were actually engaged. He was a year older and graduated before mom. He joined the Air Force after graduation and my grandparents thought it would be better for my mom if they broke it off and that she move on, they didn’t want her to have the lonely life of a military wife. She had listened to her parents but had always regretted it.

For years she looked for Guy at reunions, asking everyone there if they had heard from him or knew where he was. No one knew where he was or what had become of him.

Fast forward to years later, mom had me and my brother, she had married and divorced twice. She had lost a fiance to a blood clot (he died quickly and suddenly) and was living in FL with a man that I really, really didn’t like. Actually let me revise that, it’s not that I didn’t like him, it’s that I didn’t like the way that he treated my mom and I didn’t think he was good for her.  I knew that in order to get this parasite (yeah, he kind of was a parasite) away from my mom that I needed to find the love of her life.

I made it my mission to find Guy. And I did, I found him on Classmates.com. I paid for a temporary membership so that I could send him an e-mail and asked him to contact my mom. Now Guy was not technologically inclined, actually that’s an understatement. So he did not check his e-mail for a while. I think he got the message a couple of months after I sent it. Then he was scared, he thought mom was trying to reach him to tell him that I was his daughter, lol. He had no idea how old I was and was a little nervous about calling her. He finally did and was relieved to find out that it wasn’t to tell him that he had a daughter.

They talked repeatedly over the next couple of months. Guy had retired from the Air Force by then and was working as a trucker. The next time that he got a delivery to bring to FL he made sure that he and mom met up. The spark, the chemistry, whatever you would like to call it was still there. The love they had never died over those years.

They spent the next year with long conversations and visits when they could. Guy moved mom to TN and less than 9 months later they were married. They had the fairy tale wedding that they both wanted. Big dress, tux with tails, little chapel in the mountains of TN and a reception at the top of a mountain in a beautiful cabin. It was a small wedding, only our family and a few of mom’s siblings, a couple of nieces and a couple of in-laws, but it was what they wanted. And you could tell by the look in their eyes how much they loved each other. He was her world and she was his.

I remember in the days after the wedding Guy looking at mom while he was driving and him saying that he’s still amazed that she was there and now his wife. Of course my only thought at the time was “take your damn eyes off my mom and watch the rode before you kill us all” lol.

I am very thankful for the years that we had Guy in our lives. He would repeatedly tell me all the time (usually when I’d get annoyed at him for something) that “it was all your fault” meaning mine, because I had found him. He thought of me as his daughter, my brother as his son and my daughter as his granddaughter.

I will miss this man forever, he brought our family together, he brought joy to my mom. And though you could never watch a movie all the way through with him (he had to do a running commentary through the whole thing), and he loved to goad you into an argument (he loved to see how much he could wind me up), it was all part of the wonderful person that he was. I couldn’t have asked for a better match for my mom and a second dad.

Time to Slow the heck down!

I found this on Google when I typed in Slow Down, I think it’s fitting for me.

Since my lovely daughter has left for TN, I have been moving at warp speed. I am working my regular job plus a second job (that’s strictly volunteer) and school. To say that I’ve been burning the candle at both ends is an understatement.

So it’s time that I slow the heck down and take time to smell the roses, or another flowers for that matter. I fly out in two days to spend 10 days with my mom and daughter and I’m going to use that time to try and re-group and re-think how I tackle work, projects and just everything.

October 12th is my 19 year anniversary of being in remission, it’s only fitting that I be with mom and Tiff during this time and that I start to remember that life isn’t worth living if you don’t actually live it.

My volunteer job is what I actually love doing, I’m designing, contributing, brainstorming and working with an amazing group of people. Their love and support during the last few months has been what’s kept me going. I can’t stop being part of that, it’s become such an important part of my life. It’s helped me to grow and learn things about myself that I needed to learn.

School is important too, it’s teaching me the information that I need to know to help at my volunteer job. Becoming a Graphic Designer isn’t just a dream anymore, it’s becoming a reality. And while it’s not necessary that I get that piece of paper that says I have a degree, it’s really important that I see this through.

So I think it comes down to that I need to be find a way to manage my projects and school work more efficiently so that I can have some semblance of a life outside of these things. I need to find time for me. I need to be able to go back to the gym again, to spend time with my brother (who I have been neglecting, not that he’s not busy too, but I feel like I’ve been neglecting him), to spend time with friends and to have some down time too.

So while my life is about to get a heck of a lot crazier with multiple projects, I’m going to do my best to slow down and enjoy life, moments and people. I hope that everyone else does the same. Life is simply too short not to find joy!

Insanity Inspired

Its been a while since my last post, my life has gotten busier since my daughtermove to TN. I really thought that when she moved I’d have all this spare time,but that really hasn’t been the case ar all.

First I’ve started doing graphic design work for a friends business. That has kept me really busy, but I’ve loved every second of it. It’s great experience and could lead to a full time job with her in the future.

Then my friends have been amazing, keeping me busy and distracted when I needed it the most. I even took a trip to Coney Island with my amazing best friend. Neither of us had ever been, it was great fun. We saw a drag queen burlesque show, some very interesting people watching and a sans sculpture contest on the beach.  It was a blast.

This past weekend I eccentially locked myself in my apartment and cleaned all weekend. I feel so much better now that a lot of the clutter is gone. Though the cat hair is a little out of control. My beautiful Maine Coon cat sheds entirely too much. I vacuumed 4 times in 2 days and still can’t get rid of all the cat hair on the carpet.

My insane cleaning spree (it really was insane) inspired the artist in me. I’ve done 3 paintings tonight, I’m going to hang the in my office. There’s no art work there at all and I’m thinking that if I dress up the walls a bit it will help inspire me at work.