I’m rocking this life past my mid forties now. With it comes, well, anguish. Almost daily I discover a new pain. From my back to my shoulders to my elbows. It’s as if my joints are just unhappy and screaming for attention.
But I am also hitting second puberty. You know- where hair grows in new places and disappears from the top of my head. However, I need to keep those hairs at bay. So it was time to get a new trimmer. Yes, this is my second nose and ear hair trimmer in the past decade. Don’t judge me. But I need to learn how to use this trimmer.
Seriously, who decides that the instructions need to be in the smallest writing possible? As if growing ear and nose hair would somehow give me superhuman eyesight. Or perhaps the company is trying to tell me I need glasses. It’s a conspiracy! The nose hair trimmers are in it with the optimists!
Or I can “Be a man” and just use the trimmer without the instructions. Ugh. I hope that I don’t rip the hairs out and it actually cuts. I’ll let you know if I start to look like Edward Scissorhands with scars on my face.
Getting old is a pain. But I’ll try and do it gracefully and not share any more of how I get there.
After getting home from our trip, I noticed that our house smelled like dog. I’m not going to lie, it probably smells that way all the time. Our dog, Maki is a lovable member of our family. Yet she sheds. A lot. We are always vacuuming the house and even use one of those Robot Vacuums to help out.
But I noticed that Maki had torn a piece of carpet up and her nail had broken off in the process. It was time to trim her nails. I figured if I’m going to do that, I may as well brush her as well. While I did that, I noticed she smelled pretty bad. That meant it was time for a bath.
At first she was excited because she saw the leash and smelled the treat I had. But once the water came out- ohhhhh boy…. She was flipping out. Not a very happy dog while getting washed. Once I was done and turned the water off and began to towel dry her- she was relaxing again. Within minutes she was her bouncy, happy self once more.
I definitely smelled like wet dog afterwards. As did she. But within a few hours, she was pleasant smelling once more. I was too, but that’s because I showered off the smell.
Hopefully our home starts to smell nice again, at least for a little while.
Today I felt a bit older than I usually do. Not because of back pain or remembering when the internet became mainstream. I felt old because of my hair.
My wife stopped and asked me if I had scratched my face beside my mouth. Then she looked closer and said, “Nevermind, must’ve been the shadow of your facial hair in your wrinkles.” Ouch lady. Wrinkles?
Afterwards I went to brush my teeth and a hair fell from my head into the sink. Ugh. Time to take closer examination of my head. Ear hair? Check. Nose hair? Check. Wrinkles? Depends on the facial expression. We’ll go with Check. Receding hairline? My forehead definitely looks big- Check. Finally… grey hair? Please say it’s blonde, please say it’s blonde….
Nope. That’s a few strands of grey showing up. Not what I wanted to see.
Or perhaps I should look at the grey as a Silver Lining. A showcase of the life I’ve lived so far. And those wrinkles? That’s from all the smiling I’ve done from years of laughter. Nose hair and ear hair? Ok, those are just gross to see- time to trim. But the rest shouldn’t make me feel old. I should feel accomplished.
And I guess I do. Sometimes it just takes a closer look at one’s life to see past the image of oneself. Thanks hair. You’ve shown me a lot more today than I expected. Now stop falling out.
It’s been quite some time since I changed my hair colour. Two and a half years in fact. My coworkers have been asking recently when I was going to do it. I guess changing hair colours is something besides my height that I’m known for.
Yesterday my oldest daughter dyed my hair for me. She’s never done something like this before. So I gave her some direction and she took on the job. The final results were fantastic. She also enjoyed doing it.
This time I went purple for my son. He asked me to. Starting on Monday- I will be one of the parent chaperones for his school camp trip. The theme for our cabin is “Infinity Stones” where each of his bunk mates are a different colored stone. He wanted me to be Thanos-esque, hence the hair colour.
Purple hair has always been my favorite of the colours I’ve done in the past. Maybe I’ll redo it once it fades away.
When I was a late teen, I would dye my hair. Usually blonde, but occasionally a natural red. About 12 years ago, I did a dark black and I looked awful. That’s one colour I will never do again.
Working on my Nerd Cred.
I mentioned my blue hair a few months ago that I did for a Rick & Morty Cosplay. Then I decided to go purple to try out a new product. I loved the color & it lasted for quite some time. It has since faded to a pink/yellow hybrid. Slowly, my bleached hair is becoming noticeable these days.
Do you find it… wisible… when I say the name… ‘Biggus’… Dickus?
I don’t mind having pink hair. People at my work have begun to accept that this is what I do and offer me advice on my next hair colour. In fact, it’s now starting to go beyond just my coworkers suggesting colours. The other day my boss brought his six year old daughter by for a few minutes. She was shy to talk at first, but upon seeing me she began to talk about hair colours and what she wants her hair to look like. She thought it was neat that I did this and said that I need to go bright red to match my work colours.
It seems that my next colour choice is going to be red. Pretty much like Ronald McDonald red. It should be an easy change from the current cotton candy pink my hair is.