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There was a time when Dani would frequently ask to have a baby brother or a baby sister. I enjoyed tormenting Jae a lot at this point because I pestered him for another child just for kicks. This nagging has stopped, not sure how or why she lost interest. Must have been our crappy way of dealing with her persistent attempts to get one.
It's been close to a year now since she's asked for more little Jaes. Here were some of the more common conversations Jae & I had with her on this topic--
On where baby brothers & sisters come from...
Dani: Daddy, Mommy, I want a baby sister
Jae: You want a baby sister?
Dani: Yeah
Jae: Ok, on Saturday, we'll go to SM Southmall and buy a baby sister
There's a Mercury Drug and Ace Hardware variation of this one too.
On whether or not baby brothers or sisters are living things or inanimate objects
Dani: I don't want to have a baby brother anymore!
Jae/Denise: Why not?
Dani: IT will ruin my toys
Note the pronoun usage!!!
On what baby brothers & sisters are for
Denise: Dani, do you still want to have a baby brother?
Dani: No!
Denise: How about a baby sister, do you want one?
Dani: No!
Denise: How come?
Dani: Because I already have a PSP, I already have something to play with!
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Denise chowing down on Eng Bee Tin Hopia Baboy (Super thanks Rica!) Joaqs: O, hindi ka na ba diet?
Denise: Diet! Pero... New Year e. So hinde.
Joaqs: A, ok... After five minutes-- Denise: O, boss, gusto mo hopia?
Boyet: Saan mo nakuha? Uy Hopia Baboy, masarap 'to!
Denise: O kainin mo na lahat. Tinatawag na niya pangalan ko e.
Boyet: E bakit ko kakainin kung tinatawag niya na pangalan mo?
Denise: E... diet ako e! Labo ko noh, diet ka ba talaga ornat?! Denise, lasing ka?
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This is a post about a girl... Ok, hang on erase that one. This is a post about a woman... Ok, that still doesn't feel right. This is a post about the thoughts of a person who was trying to send and retrieve email messages using her work email client while at home. WTF?! THe internet connection isn't working AGAIN! This is so irritating!
Why is the internet connection at home so unreliable these days? It's a good thing this service comes for free... but just the same-- WTF?!?!?! Hang on a second, maybe it's this iPass software that's got a problem. Damnit, I hate this computer for crashing on me. If it weren't for that, I wouldn't have had to have it re-SEWPed and I would have had that software I used before. That Intel Proset utility was really good. No fuss. I hate iPass. Argh! Wait a minute. What is this Home Internet connection anyway? I don't have a Home Internet connection. My home network is called by some other name. And. Hey, why isn't my VPN working? Is the connection working but just slow? This is getting SO irritating. Oh, hey... *the light bulb over my head comes to life* I forgot to turn on my internet thingie.
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On dinner time last Sunday, Jae promised Dani that he would watch her play music on her new laptop (thanks Ninang Darla!). Of course Jae, being Jae, forgot and I had to remind him about it. But enough about Jae because this post isn't about him. Dani: Daddy! What do you want to do? 'Playing Music' or 'Learning Notes'? (NOTE: Dani's laptop had pre-programmed activities that she could choose from.) Jae: How about 'Learning Notes'? Dani: Ay, 'Playing Notes' nalang! Hindi ko kasi alam yung isa e. Jae & Denise (simultaneously): Haha! Manang mana! (both point to one another) Denise: I-bo-blog ko tooo!!! So, the jury is out. If you've read Mornings with Jae. Let me know, kanino nga ba nagmana si Danielle Jae?
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I was checking my blog for old posts on New Year's resolutions and realized that I haven't made public announcements on LJ annually so I'm not really killing a personal tradition by not posting what I picked out for '09. Now I'm not sure about Multiply, but I'm pretty sure no one would bother to go back to check Jan'08. Anyway, going back to my digging in LJ-- what I found instead was this old post on desktop calendars that I absolutely LOOOOOVE.
*drool*
I'm a sucker for flowers. I know it's not practical to give them away because they're pricey and you can't eat them, unless you plan to make tea, but they're just so pretty. You can't help but look at 'em. I set my toolbar to "auto-hide" just so that I could see the whole image. Never mind the extra second or two it takes to display your toolbar when you can pretend you're not in the office.
Click here for your own copy here.
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For those of you who haven't seen 'A Very Special Love', either skip reading this post or watch the movie then read this post. So Nemia came to visit us since Mommy sent another box of stuff she got from the US. After catching up on the goings-on at Zobel and having some of Darla's wedding cake, Nemia left to go visit with other members of her family. Standing by our main door, fresh from having seen that John Lloyd-Sarah flick that the girls have been going on about since our last videoke night, I was struck by inspiration. YES! I did that Laida action/pose beside the two columns in that Bachelor photoshoot that moved indoors. It was perfect because Jae was walking back into the house after having seen Nemia and her daughter off at the gate. YEEEES! Eye-to-eye contact eto! I didn't even laugh while doing it. And you've got to give me credit. I didn't just flop down on the floor, I did it with the requisite slow motion and all the poise and grace I could find in me. YEEES! Jae says he was scarred for life. He says that seeing me do that to him was SO bad ("Bakit ka ganyan? Hindi ka naman ganyan datiiiiiii?!"). That it was comparable to seeing a bowl full of shit. I don't care, I was LMAO while Jae was close to whimpering, probably wondering why and how he ended up with me. It's crappy that I can't seem to find screencaps of that moment online. Does anyone have it so I can complete this post?! :-P
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1) My two week vacation.
2) Putting on weight from all the holiday parties. Eeep!
3) Watching my fill of TV series-- recommendable JoDramas, anyone?
4) Getting an overdose of Nick and DisneyChannel thanks to mini-Jae
5) Getting on my husband's nerves
6) Meeting friends or family to celebrate almost every day
7) Obsessing about work that needs to get done...
Crap, it just goes back to that by default. Too little vacationing done so far, I guess. I like Nor's job, she gets to hit an invisible 'reset' button everyday. Where do I find one of those for myself?!
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I'm obviously too lazy to expand this to 5-post entries, but here is a condensed log of my thoughts while in Moscow. I probably should have typed my thoughts on the fly... 1. Panicking at 8AM – I packed my overcoat and checked it in. I only had my faux fur-lined jacket, two layers of clothes, jeans and my boots on. Unmesh said at a certain point that I’m headed to a disco. It must have been the boots. Anyway, we were scheduled to land in the morning so I figured I’d survive. But 8 AM in Moscow is like 8 PM in Manila. It’s dark. It’s gloomy. It looks f-ing cold. I panicked when the plane landed. Shucks! Do I have enough clothes?! Will my ears fall off?! I need my fingers, Lord, please let my fingers live. 2. Chopsuey Mass – This actually starts with ‘Getting Lost in the Metro’ but I’ll just club it with this point. Camille and I got lost in the Metro. The deceivingly “simple” path we had to take turned into a horrendous adventure. Their Metro’s don’t have signs in English! Their train staff do not speak English. It was like playing charades… or maybe even Amazing Race. When we finally got on the right train and off the right station (note that we were first on the right train, but panicked and got off, then got lost), no one could tell us where the Catholic church was. We tried if they could tell us were Malaya Gruzinskaya was. But still na da. I was seriously regretting going to mass at that point. Eventually we found it and took the last pew in the Church since the Spanish service was still going on. We were hoping to catch the English service but the next mass turned out to be Armenian. Drat! Camille found the English service in the miniscule basement chapel. And it was the recessional! Ayus. Only in Moscow. 3. The Challenge of Getting Around – Cabs are typically un-marked in Russia, so when you need one, you either ask a local to phone one for you and wait for an hour to get there, or you stand by the curb and wave your hand at cars that pass by hoping and praying that one of ‘em is a cab. I read somewhere that you have to negotiate your cab fare before getting in because their cabs don’t have meters, but due to the appalling lack of English-speaking drivers, doing this is somewhat difficult. Even when you have locals call cabs for you, there’s no sure-fire way of predicting the price, because, as Julia put it for Marco and myself—“If they wait for you, you pay more. If you get stuck in traffic, you pay more.” How much is more? Good luck on getting an answer on that one. Of course there’s the Metro. 4. Walking to the Office – Thinking that I needed to look older, I attempted to dress smartly for the first day in the office—meaning I wore closed shoes and panty hose. I also did this under the flawed assumption that I didn’t have to walk far, that the cab driver would take us from the hotel door to the office lobby. But boy was I wrong. We had to walk 2 blocks and through construction sites before getting to the office. I don’t mind a short walk, it’s good for your body. But when it’s about 4-5 degrees outside, windy AND raining. You’re carrying your weight plus your laptop bag plus your shoulder bag and you don’t know where you’re going and when the wandering ends. Ugh! 5. ‘Short Walk’ is a 20 to 30-minute walk – Because Unmesh wanted to sample traditional Russian food, we got into another adventure finding a restaurant that could give us just that. But for Pinoys travelling to the Western world, be wary when the locals tell you that you’re going by train and then taking a short walk to get to where you’re going. Because as with the Church on Day 1, a short walk is never really just a short walk as we know it in Manila. A short walk is probably 5 times the distance of Landmark to SM in Glorrieta. THAT is their definition of SHORT walk. Dress appropriately. The consolations: 1. Being able to wear knee-high boots and leg warmers without having to look stupid or inappropriate. 2. Layering as a necessity. I know it will probably be costly to do the laundry like this but at least I get the chance to layer as a necessity once in my life. Woo-hoo! 3. Cold weather doesn’t mean you don’t sweat. You still do. At least that means I still burned some calories right?
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For those of you who read my blog through LJ--and this is addressed mostly to you, my imaginary friends who read LJ-- you will probably notice that bulk of my posts (including this one) are back-dated. Specific to this post, it's because I was vacillating between how to say this in a politically correct way and not saying it at all.
Yeah, so anyway, Jae has declared PD 1081 on all Jae related posts. I won't apologize that you're missing out on all the fun stuff that goes down between Jae & me. I'm lucky in love and Jae doesn't enjoy having the rest of the world know how much fun we have together. On this note, I can only say I hope you get it as good as I have :P
So I know you'll probably expect that my blogging will start going downhill from here, since my love life is the only major *spice* in my life. But I'm in Moscow right now, freezing my butt off (as indicated in FB), so whatever it is you're thinking, I'm in no mood to contradict. Have to focus on keeping myself warm.
On a separate note, my 5-day Russia experience is developing into a mighty fine 5-post entry in my blog. Complete with winter clothing get-up pictures. At least I'm willing it to be a good blog post, and hopefully this positive thinking will work to my benefit. *Hopefully*.
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I had a really funny conversation with Jae on the way home, but he says if I keep blogging more about him, he'll have my blog shutdown. Hmph! I wonder if he can really do that?!
None of the things I've been saying have been slanderous. I mean really, I thought they were even funny. Weren't they? Of course Jae's facial expression this morning was fun, especially on how he couldn't dish out his usual lines about where to have breakfast or what time to come pick me up.
The good thing about it is that for 60% of the ride he didn't try to squish himself to his corner when I leaned against him or made an attempt to touch his arm. It was only in Magallanes flyover-- when I finally voiced out my observation-- that he started the squishing. Me and my big mouth huh?
So anyway, I told him that I'd blog about our funny conversation awhile ago. But as I said he threatened to shutdown the blog. Talk about blackmail on the domestic front. Being man and woman there's a strong chance that we were talking apples and oranges again. My interpretation of his assertation awhile ago on not blogging about the CONTENTS of our conversation could be light years away from his possible interpretation which is that If I ever blog about our wonderful lovelife again, he'll shut my blog down.
Oh well, he's in the room now. Gotta run!
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I'm not sure what it was that hit me. But it hit me pretty hard, I'm still reeling. I actually SMS'ed a couple of friends in an extreme moment of weakness.
Nadz replied back with -- Den, ikaw ba yan? For awhile there I thought-- damn, am I always THAT miserable whenever I SMS? Apparently, she just lost her phone. Phew. I didn't want to be permanently associated with depression & despair. Fan & Rose said that it happens to everyone. Lala had positive news about her family. Jm basically told me I'm wishy-washy.
Was it that personality test Jae took me through the other day? Is it because I'm limiting my food intake again? Is it because it's the first work day again tomorrow? I wonder what it is that made me acutely aware of how displaced I am.
Anyway, I was thinking this afternoon that I will be working for the next two to three decades of my life. If this is the amount of time I spend working, then I would like to at least enjoy what I do at work, and not what I get on the side (ie. good pay, good benefits, great people). I'm pretty sure I'm staying for the wrong reasons, but what do I want to do?
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Dani: Mommy, why do you have to wear make-up?
Denise: So that I will look nice.
Dani: Why do you want to look nice?
Denise: So that Daddy will look at me! Daddy doesn't look at me.
Dani: Daddy!!! Look at mommy.
Jae: What? Why?!
Dani: You married her! She's your wife! You should look at her!
LOL. I love my daughter.
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A couple of our normal morning commute conversations/verbal jousts.
Denise looks at Jae as he cruises through Coastal Road
J: Yes? [Alternatively he also uses the phrase "Ano nanaman???"]
D: Wala!
J: Eh bakit mo ako tinitingnan?
D: Eh bakit hindi?
J: Eh hindi mo naman ako tinitingnan eh.
D: Oo kaya!
J: Hindi noh.
At this point Denise rolls her eyes. This is a COMMON conversation, it has happened several times, but since Jae insists, I'll call this a draw.
Denise reaches for Jae's arm while he's driving, and Jae tries to squeeze himself into his side of the car so that he can avoid being touched.
D: O, ayan ka nanaman.
J: Eh! Na-di-distract ako e.
D: Paano ka ma-di-distract eh hinahawakan ko lang braso mo?
J: Nakikiliti ako e, hindi ako sanay na hinahawakan mo ako.
D: Paanong nakakakiliti? At saka pano ka masasanay kung ayaw mong magpahawak?
J: Ano ba! Mababangga tayo e.
D: Kung nag-pahawak ka nalang, sana tapos na 'to.
J: Linya ko yun a!
Oddly, I feel like I sort of won that round.
Jae brings up breakfast options in the car.
J: Saan mo gusto kumain?
D: Hmmm, ewan ko pa.
J: Saan, dali.
D: Kahit saan!
J: Haaaay. Pumili ka na!
D: Kakain ka ba?
J: Depende kung saan ka bibili.
D: Ano gusto mo kainin? Jollibee o McDo?
J: Ewan ko sa 'yo.
D: Ano nga gusto mo?
J: Bahala na nga.
D: Sige fine McDo nalang.
J: McDo? Gusto ko pa man din sana ng Jollibee.
UGH! My exasperation gave the round away.
Jae asks about the day's schedule.
J: Anong oras kita susunduin?
D: May meeting ako hanggang 5.30 mamaya e. So 6 nalang.
J: 5.30?
D: 6!
J: Ok, 5.30.
ARGH! Wala, panalo talaga asawa ko.
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Check this website out, it's a free font website with a twist. Instead of putting a standard sentence in the font face you're previewing, this website presents it's font faces in the form of jokes, quotes or anecdotes. Yeah, I know, it's not rocket science to put something like this together, but I'm just a bit bored with the standard presentation in most other free font download sites. It's a refreshing change, and the color palette is also very lively.
Here's a rundown of some of my favorite lines from FG:
- Aaron - Your mind is like a taco, the more you cram into it, the more that's going to fall out.
- Addround - If love is blind, why is lingerie so popular.
- Afterfonts - My husband and I divorced over religious differences. He thought he was God and I didn't.
- Angelica - Sex is like air; it's not important unless you aren't getting any.
- Anglo Text - I can give you a definite perhaps.
- Beth Hand - If at first you don't succeed, destroy all evidence that you tried.
- Deannas Hand - Don't judge a book by its movie.
- Grayson Font - When all else fails, follow instructions.
- Gunnar - A conclusion is the place where you got tired of thinking. - Martin H. Fischer
- Larina - For every complex problem, there is a solution that is simple, neat and wrong. - H-L- Mencken
- Lisa Script - A conscience does not prevent sin. It only prevents you from enjoying it.
- Melodie - Honesty is the best policy but insanity is the better defense.
- Steve - Love doesn't make the world spin, but it sure makes a lot of people dizzy.
By the way, browsing isn't easy. They don't have a search functionality. If you just want to read about quotes and jokes, you can skip this site altogether and hop on to The Quotes Garden instead. Here's a couple of good ones that I found in TQG: - Anything you say will be held against you. ... "tits"...
- I think Mr. Smithers picked me for my motivational skills. Everyone always says they have to work twice as hard when I'm around! - Homer Simpson
- I'm normally not a praying man, but if you're up there, please save me, Superman! - Homer Simpson
- How can I miss you if you won't go away?
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I keep dreaming of clothes.
Clothes.
Patterns.
Prints.
Accessories.
Silhouettes.
Shoes.
Pantyhose-- Geez, how did that get in there?
An image that won't go away from my mind is a woman (not me) in a white fitted top (ribbed tank), high waist black shorts, black tights-- denier 40, and knee high suede boots with 3" heels. Gold filigree accessories and a wide bangle on her arm. Definitely a statement piece.
Sleek ponytail, bangs, and smoky eye make-up. Svelte figure (so it's really not me).
I wonder where I saw that image. A movie maybe? I wonder, I wonder.
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In the spirit of a holiday which we don't celebrate in the Philippines but is all over the Internet because of American domination, I am making a list of things that I am thankful for.
What are you thankful for?
1) I am thankful for Advil. Yes, I have my period. Is it that obvious? Advil saved me from misery today. Childbirth was supposed to make this crappy dysmenorrhea go away, but apparently it's not a lifetime guarantee. Bummer.
2) I am thankful for Jae who, through almost 11 years of knowing me, has tolerated me as his insufferable significant other. Our days together are filled with sweet conversations and loads of affection. I am certain we will spend the next decade trying to perfect calling each other "Hon" with a straight face. And I am wondering if in the same decade he will get over the line "Damn it woman, stop poking!" and find something new to dish out when I start trying to reach for him for one reason or the other. That, and get over trying to ram his elbow into me when I start touching his arm. LOL.
3) I am thankful for Dani. For keeping my life-work balance in check. For being a child and being honest about how dense I can be at times. Ok, fine, most of the time. For bringing out the child in me-- literally and figuratively speaking. (Now I remember why I'm on FB!) I still need to learn how to assert parental authority, but I can't help it, besides Darla, Dani feels like my other sister. Despite the fact that she spent 9 months in my womb. Ahhh, talk about pop culture and Gilmore Girls.
4) I am thankful for my family & friends. These people have known me most of my life and tolerate me for being so emotionally disconnected and disoriented. They never cease to care, to look out for my well-being, to take my side when I'm in a fight-- even if I'm being unreasonable or childish, to read my nonsense posts. Most importantly, despite my social retardation, they always make it a point to INVOLVE me, which will not happen if I were left on my own-- I'm such a recluse.
5) I am thankful for... Oh no. Crap. Fine. I am thankful for P&G. For my laptop. And my car. And for showing me the world-- even if most of the days I am still inside a P&G office. And for being flexible enough to understand that there are days when I will not be able to operate at optimum levels-- like yesterday when Dani had a very high fever, or today when my prostaglandins are kicking in (and I have to depend on Advil).
6) I am thankful for you, for reading up to # 6.
A good man named Jim Lafferty (current General Manager of P&G Distributing Philippines) taught me that there are only 5 roles that you can do well in your life. It's called the 5-finger rule if I'm not mistaken. I have the five roles here-- partner, mother, daughter, sister, friend. These roles are flexible, your priorities change over time, so you have to add in being a good employee in the mix from time to time. Sorry, it sucks but that's just the way it goes.
I'm thankful my bosses aren't into reading blogs or are into social networking sites. Otherwise, this would feel in a small way like brown nosing which I totally resent. I can't tolerate my headache now so I'll click post.
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Have I blogged about this in the past? Sorry, I hate the thought of recycling blog posts, but since no one reads LJ anyway, I figure this won't do much harm. Ok if you're reading this and are getting ready to react, you're one of the few people who do, sorry, it's just that "no one" sounds more dramatic. Right? Right.
There are a number of virtues that you ought to possess. If self-preservation was a virtue, that would probably be one of the more basic ones, and they'd probably fall under my loose categorization of instinctive animal traits. There are a number of others that do not come as easily, like humility, honesty, and patience. I'm not here to champion any one of those more intellectual virtues. Fact of the matter is, I am in no way qualified to talk about any of these in detail. You want to talk self-deprecation, tactlessness and insensitivity?-- I'd volunteer myself as a prime candidate. But for the big ticket items, look elsewhere.
So why the hell are you blogging about patience if you're not remotely qualified to talk about it? You're probably asking yourself that now, right? Did I say I would? No, truth of the matter is, this is another one of those posts of mine which doesn't have a point. I'm posting for the sake of posting, and this is YOUR exercise on learning patience.
Me.
I'm your ultimate test for patience. I'm stubborn. I ask questions. Mostly the stupid kind. The other variation would be the more stupid kind. If I were a dog you were trying to teach tricks to, you're in for a major, and just for emphasis, I'll say it again MAJOR challenge. During my aimless conversations with an officemate who tries to broaden my perspective about Mother Earth, I hear about the major environmental and sustainability issues we have. I hear them. I don't remember them. He's frustrated and he cares about Mother Earth, I bet you your next month's salary that he will try to teach them to me again.
My brain has decreased capacity for retaining new information. Did you know that I rush to my laptop as soon as I finish meetings with colleagues because I have to write things down? I do. If you bring this post up in a conversation with me-- not that anyone strikes a conversation with me about my un-read blog posts-- wait for my blank stare. My brain feels like a computer running on Windows 3.0 and the DOS prompt is blinking. What processors did those things have back then? 386s? Time to pull out your 3.5" floppy disks!
Yeah, so anyway, I'm not a commodity you can buy off the supermarket shelf or even over the counter in your favorite pharmacy. I come in limited stock. So I can't be your crash test dummy for learning patience. As an alternative to learning patience-- and for this one I speak from experience--have a baby instead. You'll surely learn from that experience.
You cannot reprimand or give feedback to infants who in turn cannot communicate much outside crying and laughing and generating a whole lotta crap. You have to take time to understand them--sleep-deprived and mind-numb from having to play games that have absolutely no entertainment value for you. And beyond understanding them, you have to respond to their needs. No matter what physical or mental state you're in. Their needs will always come first. You learn to give way, unconditionally. It's pretty life-changing.
Baby. Try that one on for starters.
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As you may (or maybe not, hmmm) have noticed, I've resurrected my LJ account. I'm mentally relegating photo album storage to both Multiply and FB.
LJ is exclusively for thoughts.
Multiply is the neighbor who likes to gossip.
FB is for dishing out one-liners which I like to think are witty-- but honestly, I know they're not. Hehe.
Now as for... Friendster. Hmmm... What do I do with that account?
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I hate Mondays.
God knows I am emotionally handicapped and mentally impaired on Mondays. How I behave on Mondays is masochistic. It's like trying to climb out of a barren place that's surrounded by a 10-foot wall. You know the comforts of being inside protect you from harsh elements that your body cannot biologically protect yourself from, but at the same time you're just dying to get out. I saw myself in this cell, my nailbeds are in a pitiful state, I've been trying to claw my way out of the cell by scaling the wall. It's futile.
How is this masochistic? It's masochistic because you're not happy in the cell, but you set a mental barrier for you to get out. In other words, you lock yourself in-- you're doing a Matt Parkman on yourself. Your-- ok, I'll stop trying to say it in other ways, since I understand it, and I really prefer that you just misunderstand.
Going back-- in my case it's not really just mental. That wall. It's the fact that I can't sustain my chosen lifestyle elsewhere. Or at least, I haven't bothered looking elsewhere. I keep hoping that something just comes along my way and I'll say that I wasn't looking for the opportunity but it happened and it's the kind of thing that someone in his or her rational mind would pass up. That I'd be lucky. Yeah. Like that really happens.
Tough luck.
How do I say this differently so it's clearer? So that you can understand the confusing depth of what I'm trying to say? What I'm thinking/feeling/chewing. It's not that I'm not in a good place. This is a good place, where I'm at now. Some people would love to be in my place. It's just that I find myself asking time and time again-- is this as good as it gets?
The fact that I need to blog on a Monday (even if it's just on notepad, and not on LJ or Multiply...) gives away the fact that this thing is eating at me. Has been, slowly. Ugh.
Wistful. Depressed. Hence, melodramatic on a Monday.
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I just finished lunch and was showing Albert, our new hire, around the office. I felt really young going around the office. It's a general vibe you get from seeing young people around you. I was feeling that I'm sort of new here too, what with being in FSS for just a year. So, I was deluding myself that I'm young too. Ok, fine, young-ish.
After lunch, I brushed my teeth and I caught a glimpse of an odd color in my head. It. Was. White.
Toothpaste in my head? Dirt? A creepy streak of dandruff? For 10 minutes I was ecstatic. "May white hair na ako!" I exclaimed, rushing to get my camera. Myra must have thought I was weird to be so excited about it. But it was a shock to see that strand of hair there. White and unnoticed for some time. Fact of life--I am aging. My body is telling me the same thing. Doesn't mean I have to be so aware of it, right?
Now I'm conflicted. Should I be happy about this? I don't like Diane Keaton's look, so should I start dyeing my hair? Eargh!!!
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