That was the question and now for the answer:
Alas, The Kiwi is NOT growing old graciously, in fact a wee tantrum was just thrown when CSS kicked in just now. For those of you in tender years and those of you with a tempered tongue let me explain CSS to you, as my Darling explained it to me... Bottom line = Can't See #*^% or for those of you that can't interpret symbols that are used when there is a naughty word, let me give you another hint. DOODOO. {Can't. See. DooDoo} Get it? It's that THING that happens when one turns a certain age and overnight, BAM, papers are hard to read, pedestrians better look out and all of a sudden one feels strangely OLD.
I have done the thing that oldsters do, got the peeps checked, got the glasses, upgraded to bi-focals then to transionals and have become so dependent on wearing them, in fact most of the day I feel as dependent on them as I can imagine a broke meth Mom must feel on her drugs. But I digress. I was merely expressing myself as I sit here in front of Mac, dye in hair, unable to wear my glasses because the dye is in the hair, cooking my head, transforming my looks, making me youthful looking once again. Ok... so that ain't going to happen, I know that. I just turned FIFTY and its all downhill from there. Let it be known. The Kiwi has stopped counting. THAT'S IT. I will forever be fifty. GOD that sounds horrid. If I was Catholic I would think I flipped the coin, lost and ended up in purgatory or best case scenario limbo.
Now where was I? Ohhhhh...yes. To dye or not to dye. Excuse me if i repeat myself. You know...even the sackers aka baggers at Ralph's now call me Ma-mam and ask if they can help me out. Such a disgusting practice to call someone MA-MAM...makes me feel like a throw up from "Gone with the Wind" era. I still wear jeans! My shoes may be comfortable but they aren't strapped with Velcro. I only wanted to color my hair BECAUSE I CAN! I just had a cut, ready for a change, why frign NOT?
So...dye if you want to, I don't care. Its your hair. Please excuse me as I go rinse off the residue and see what color I have turned and NO...for those of you who may have been wondering, let me state it here and now, The Kiwi has NOT joined the blue rinse brigade or the lilac lids and I will NOT ever, ever be seen in a red hat.
Now this may seem a wee disjointed and purposeless, in fact as clear as mud, however, the real reason I am mentioning about glasses and aging and grey hairs etc is because I was on a roll making Valentine's Cards and being in my 51st year I get easily distracted. One thing led to another and BAM! another reality check bounced when I was filling in time as my hair miraculously underwent transformation. It may be true that fifty is as fabulous as forty and all that huha people say to keep you calm in case you get the knives out, but deep down, it is simply not true. However, to be fifty and in love and looking forward to Valentine's Day like a rabid teenager, Well... I wouldn't trade that for anything, even if I can't read my smoochy cards anymore without my glasses.
Tomorrow the roll will continue and more gorgeous cards will be created. It doesn't really matter what age you are as long as there is love in your heart. Truth be known, I don't notice much difference now that my hair is dried, boofed and tweeked with product but that could be because it is night time and even with glasses welllllllll... that is one part of the aging process this kid could do without. I won't even mention about my favorite tweezers, Nooooooo... some things have to remain private. hahaha
