Taking matters into my own hands

Happy Spring (again!),

I keep waiting for the official 60+ weather to stay around but it's like a teasing, taunting trick with it's coming and going the last few weeks.  I'm over jacket season and ready for sun dresses, people.

Last weekend, in an effort to fully take advantage of Good Friday and the Easter weekend, Mike and I took Darcy the wonder pup up the the Appalachian Trail in NW Connecticut for a day of hiking and playtime.  She loved it, and despite my worries, Mike let Darcy off the leash and she did fine... until the horses came. And then she did NOT do fine. She went ballistic and tried to go after a horse, which thankfully was very well trained and did not rear up nor throw it's rider. Whew! I was sweatin' that one out.  But none of that is why I'm writing.

Following the hike and near dog-on-horse bar fight, Mike and I treated ourselves to some food and drinks at the GW Tavern http://www.gwtavern.com/. Yes, all of our adventures now revolve around the singular historical thing we can do while we're there- wherever there is. Sigh. I don't *heart* history that much.

Still not the reason for my story though.  Upon doing a quick change and tick check in the truck, in the GW Tavern parking lot, I noticed something. Something bad. Something unexpected and previously unseen.  It snuck up on me out of nowhere. I was blindsided...

A HUGE patch of grey hair had sprouted on my head overnight without me knowing. (Yes, I believe it was overnight because otherwise I could have handled it sooner).  How had this happened? Maybe while gardening I accidentally ingested some of the miracle grow myself, causing rapid growth of grey hair patches... you know, like flower patches or cabbage patches?

On the way home from the trip I made Mike take me to Target so that I could take matters into my own hands. *Disclaimer to all of my stylist friends... I'm sorry for what you're about to read*  I bought John Frieda box hair color and I immediately went home to color my own hair.  There it is. I said it.  I box colored my own hair a nice shade of brown and if I'm honest, I really like it.  And, it's kind of fun being a brunette and mixing it up with colors I don't usually wear with my lighter colored hair. 

So that's it!  That's my story. And I don't feel bad about it... at least for now since my hair is still OK and attached to my head. I will issue a full apology to said stylist friends if my hair meets with disaster in the near future. I promise.

Happy Wednesday, peoples.

xo,
whit

Guilty Pleasure...

It's treat yourself, Tuesday!  I've got to keep it short and sweet today.  I've been thinking alot lately about small things I do to treat myself, and other guilty pleasures or treats I can do without. 

I think it's really important to give back to yourself on occasion and to be sure you're taking time out to recharge and refresh.  Otherwise life becomes mundane and you lose a little of the sparkle.

So for me, as corny as it sounds, (and Mike judges me for it always) I really enjoy Saturday morning and Sunday evenings watching The Real Housewives of (insert city name here) and The Shahs of Sunset on BRAVO Channel.  I know. How unathletic and sad that I'm so entertained and refreshed by a TV show(s), but I have to tell you, when I can't possibly think any more, or solve another problem, or have one more converstion, I tune in to channel #44 and watch the trainwreck that is reality tv. 

My favorite is Real Housewives of Orange County, followed by RHWO Beverly Hills, and then Shahs of Sunset.  Bravo plays episodes back-to-back-to-back on Saturday mornings and Sunday afternoon/evenings before the new ones come out.  If Mike is still sleeping, I sneak downstairs, brew some coffee, and giddily watch until he wakes up and resumes control of the remote to watch the History channel (Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz).

I can live without evening TV during the week. I'd rather be cooking or reading or walking the dog.  I can also live without Easter candy, potato chips, and full sugar ginger ale, too.  But, BRAVO?  Nope, it's a must have guilty pleasure.

What's your guilty pleasure?

*oh yea, and how cute is this face:

yours in RHW love,
whit