Friday, February 15, 2013


I inherited straight hair--no bending, no curving, and thick.

For the past few months I’ve been in recovery from an encounter
 with a perky, young beautician fresh out of beauty school—

 who left me looking something like this.

 A three month grow-out left me looking like this.

 Not too long ago my granddaughter had her mom give her a perm.

 Then her hair looked like this.

 The last time I had a perm, most people’s hair looked like this.
 I guess that puts me on the slippery side of over the hill.

 So I’ll blame senility for finding myself looking in the mirror at this the other day.

A self-inflicted perm.  As in permanent.

 After a haircut I looked like this.

 The blow dryer didn’t help.

 Neither did gel.

 I told my daughter I was considering another haircut.
 Maybe I’d have it chopped down to about two inches.

Then with some piercings I could look like this.

 My daughter said I should spike it and color it purple.

With a little leather and a studded collar I could look like this!

 Perhaps a hat could hide the disaster.

 How about the rustic geezer look?

 Other people wear strange hats and look just fine.

 I understand there was a rush to own a copy of this hat.

 Maybe my new ‘do will help me be a better artist.
 Or not.


Wednesday, February 13, 2013


 Wondering who would be next.
Grumpy Cat!

Save Bill Posters!

If you go hiking, go with children.

Blue is my favorite color.


Okay, now what?

1. What is the speed of dark?
2.  How do you know when you run out of invisible ink?
3.  If Barbie is so popular why do we have to buy friends for her?
4.  What happens if you get scared half to death twice?

Sunday, February 10, 2013


As I was growing up, I always had the feeling that I understood a lot more than I knew.
When I listen to my grandchildren, I think they know a lot more than they understand.  

Grandparents are similar to a piece of string--handy to have around
and easily wrapped around the fingers of their grandchildren.

All grandchildren are brilliant, beautiful and take after their grandmother.

We gave our children love, nurturing and just enough
dysfunction to make them funny.

We can tell our grandchildren we are older than the internet, 
older than television and the only thing we are
afraid of is stepping on Legos.