Where it Stops, Nobody Knows.....

It's Official! I'm growing out my hair.

I know, this is life-altering news. But when you've had a pixie cut for more than 10 years, this is no easy task.
Especially when I'm meeting so many new people, being in a new town. They have no idea I used to have "frikky" hair, as my 5 year olds called it (I think they meant freaky, but it's hard to tell with their new yawk accents). I'm into the world of barrettes and headbands and all other girly kind of stuff I have to learn about from my daughters. So no more frikky, funky, spiky cute hair. It's just uneven, boring, and overall, self-confidence killing hair.

Just call me helmet head.

Only the Beginning?

Being new to Colorado and having to make new friends, I've been thinking a lot about friendship. Girlfriends that is.
I'm not sure I will ever be old enough to figure this out; in fact, it may be more complicated than relationships with the opposite sex. I mean, you can always read "Men are From Mars, Women From Venus." What guide is there to understand other women? And to know when the friendship has taken hold, when you can show your hand, or even when it's over. Is it over when you haven't heard from her in days?in weeks? in months? Maybe she's busy dealing with her kids, her parents, her life. But how do you know? Are you supposed to read the tea leaves? Read between the texts? What if it's texts only? One 'friend' now only texts, and most recently -- asking for money. Really. Where does that leave me? Feels like that black hole between friendship and not. That fade away kind of ending; no fight, no drama, just no more contact. Until that fateful day when you run into each other (of course your hair is not done, no makeup on and in your gym clothes) and have that awkward hello. Or you pretend you don't see each other and head in the opposite direction. Either way, you're left with that sinking feeling in your stomach. That's why I'm rooting for a giant Facebook game for all -- so you'll always know where you stand. It's black and white: Friend or Defriended. It may not be pretty, but neither is ducking out of the grocery store like a fugitive pretending you didn't see your former friend.

Shangri-La

Did I tell you my kids now go to Shangri-La each day? Aspenites call it school, but it it sounds more like a party to me. First off, they want the kids to like school. Like it? Who ever cared if we liked it or not? You were going and that's that, missy. No, here, they go on a field trip during the first week. And the first week is not even a full week! Yes, Noodles went with the entire grade to the rec center so they could frolic on the water slides, lazy river, and just get to 'enjoy' each other. it actually worked. For the first time in his school career, he can't find anything wrong with school! oh, except that they do have 'detention'. Not that he know what that is. And what it actually is in the elementary school is talking with the assistant principal about how you could have handled the situation differently. ? What happened to hanging out with the derelicts and clapping erasers?????

Did I mention that the school lunch is all ORGANIC? And locally grown, whenever possible. The girls are ready to sleep there....
Where can I sign up?