C’mon March 20th

Generally, I am a fan of the snow.  I actually pray for a white Christmas. At my age, I still enjoy playing in it and making snow angels and stuff, but mother nature has given us some snow this winter and we are ill-equiped to deal with it here in the big city.

Don’t get me wrong, NYC does alright, the people in houses without a snow blower and ol’ skool shovels….not so much with the amounts we have gotten thus far.

I am also tired of the “do I go to work or work from home” or the “do I risk my life on the roads today or be safe,” conversations I have with myself.

I’m tired of missing dance classes and most of all shoveling close to 2 feet of snow over and over and over again just to clear my damn long driveway.  I have elderly parents and their safety comes first so I shovel and shovel, then shovel some more.  After that I clean off my car (because now I can actually get to it), then once again shovel only to now have to salt everywhere so that neither I, nor anyone else, bust my a$$ on ice.  NIIIIICCCZZZ!

So, though I am happy for the change of season and the first snow, now it has “gots to go!”

Say it with me….”C’mon March 20th.  Bring on the Springtime!”

My hair

 

My hair is beautiful. 

 

  

Growing up, I don’t think I ever realized just how beautiful it was until recently. 

Throughout my life, I have straightened my hair, colored it all shades, braided it, weaved it and even, most recently, wigged it. 

I’m sure that my future holds more hair changes, but I am not sure if I ever want to change its natural texture ever again, which is the hot style I rock right now. 

What looks like a coarse, kinky mess is really soft, tight, beautiful curls. I can look at it for hours, pulling each tendril then letting it go and watching it curl back. 

Shirley Temple curls ain’t got nothing on me! 

I can run my fingers over these curls endlessly, all the while just amazed by what it does and how long it actually is when I pull the curls (about shoulder-length, I kid you not). I love the hair of my friends and they are of all nationalities, but I mean it when I say that I LOVE my hair… 

…better than anyone else’s. 

 

 

  

 

 

 

The best thing ever!

The area I live in is quite small.  Sometimes I just don’t feel like vacuuming and lugging the base and the hose and the attachments.  You guessed it; the vacuum I normally use is an ol’ skool Electorlux. 

One day, in a jiffy to clean up,  I decided that I  needed to get all the lint and hair off the carpet and low and behold a lint roller was there.  So I used it.  It worked wonderfully.  Some might say that this is laziness, but really, using a lint roller to clean your carpet, instead of a vacuum, is a WORKOUT!

While shopping today I needed to get another lint roller; not just for the floor, but for my clothes also.  There shining down on me (imagine the sound of a choir in the background). was a lint roller attached to a stick, so that you could used it like a handy mop or broom!  I was truly like, this is the best thing ever.

Who needs a vacuum, when you have a lint roller broom! Try it!  You’ll like it! LOL!

🙂

Jen O’clock

I must say, I have been selling myself short.  One of my many problems is getting up in the morning.  I mean this is truly a problem, most if not all the people who know me will tell you, that I am not a morning person.  So, I have decided that I would follow the advice of one lovely article and practice waking up to an alarm. I know it sounds silly, but read the article and you’ll see.

The concept of waking up at 6:00am or earlier truly does hurt my feelings.  The last time I wanted to wake up at that hour was in elementary school when I was the first person in the school yard.  Why?  I have no idea, but that quickly changed in high school, perpetuated itself in college and continued on through grad school, my work years and presently.  The alarm actually has created the “snooze and go back to sleep” habit instead of one that makes me wake up to a fine fresh morning, no matter the season!

So, I am trying to convince myself into thinking that 6:00am or earlier is Jen O’clock.  A time when I can get up and chillax.  Do whatever the eff I want and enjoy some me time.  Not to answer emails and make more time for work.  This is the time high stimulating activities like exercise and sitting down with a cup of tea and for breakfast (not to mention make-up).  Maybe even a time for me to jot down some lines of poetry or poignant thoughts.  A time for me to enjoy my day as it should be before I let such depressing thoughts as work or relationships (or lack thereof) get me down and/or rile me up!

So I am declaring it.  6:00am is Jen o’clock.  I’ll give you an update on how this goes.  Wish me luck peeps!