NOSE HAIRS in a masked world!

Way back, when I was deciding what to call my blog, my first inclination was: Plucking Gray Nose Hairs!  You can go to the gym, eat less than 1000 calories a day, and get lyposuction. There are so many ways to fight the signs of aging.  But GRAY NOSE HAIRS!!!???  Those little bastards like to remind you, you can run but you can’t hide.  It never fails.  I’ll be all dressed up, in the car on my way somewhere, and the sun hits at just the right angle.  Oh, hello there!!!  How on earth could a silver hair, long enough to measure with a ruler, go undetected?!  Undetected that is, until you find yourself in a position where you have NO WAY to fix it!

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“Maybe it’s a nose hair”, said Carol after she changed her mask for a second time.  The daily entertainment of wearing a shitty-ass hospital provided mask for 12 hours, is full of endless possibilities.  Feeling like there’s always something in there.  Tiny fibers that will end up causing a class-action lawsuit for pulmonary fibrosis 10 years from now???  When Carol claimed it may be a nosehair, I literally started to laugh.

Considering the current state of affairs where everyone (well mostly everyone) is unselfishly wearing masks, there is definitely a positive side to the situation.   Bad breath, broccoli in your teeth, forgot to brush your teeth…there are benefits far beyond keeping your germs to yourself!  In some regards, I could find refuge in a masked world.  Whether I’m preventing myself from offending, or grateful to not be offended, there could be worse things I’m required to do.

braided nosehairsUntil Carol mentioned her own unwanted furry appendages, I didn’t really think about it.  When WAS the last time I pulled out my tiny scissors or tweezers?  (Yes, I know, there are electric devices to handle the “lawn maintenance” but I haven’t yet graduated to that.)  Like shaving your legs, the more you shave, the more you have to shave.  The same holds true for nosehairs.  So, tweezers it is…  Yes, pulling out your nosehairs via old-school method, with a pair of tweezers, is torture.  If you have a need to cry on demand it is a sure-fire way of making that happen.  Clearly, I’m not the only one who has this area on the frequent “maintenance list”.

If I can give you any advice regarding nosehairs in a masked world…BEWARE!  While we are getting used to the fact of being able to hide everything from a snarky smirk to what we ate for lunch.  Nosehairs are flourishing!  If you think there’s “something” in your mask, think again.  That moment will come when we least expect it.  They’ll be unmasked and gleaming in the sun!

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I’m no Business Casual…


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The day of the interview I was on POINT!  I wore a beautiful salmon colored blouse, loose leg navy pants with nude shoes, appropriate gold jewelry that was understated yet noticeable.  Sitting next to the other interviewee in the lobby, I clearly claimed role of “Boss”, Continue reading I’m no Business Casual…

Nurses…Like Ninjas On The Warped Wall

I love watching American Ninja Warrior competitions.  American Ninja Warrior - Season 7Those who know me well will say it’s because one of the co-hosts fits my affinity toward bald black men.  Yes, Akbar Gbaja-Biamila (former pro-football player) is completely dreamy and is an added bonus for watching.  But mostly I love to watch because I admire the determination of the competitors.  Anyone who can persevere through tough training for an end goal that may not come to fruition, inspires me.  I love the tenacity, the grit, the I can do it attitude, the test of a human spirit. Continue reading Nurses…Like Ninjas On The Warped Wall

Here’s a free pass for the “F&*K THAT” train…

Life is a ride.  Life is a road trip.  Life is a journey.  Curve-ball…bumps in the road…hiccups…  These should all ring a bell of familiarity.  If the first is a cliche about life in general, the latter is a cliche that describes when life is not so friendly.  My question is: On what are you riding?

In a recent conversation with a friend it kind of came to me quite by accident yet made so much sense.  I see it as the option to ride three trains.  Continue reading Here’s a free pass for the “F&*K THAT” train…

Dear Lady, stop cooking…

Dear Lady,

It’s high time we stop this nonsense of you trying to cook.  You…are a baker, not a cook, there’s a difference!  I realize you’re trying to do the right thing.  In the roles that have evolved over time in the house, it makes the most sense that you are in charge of meals.  But your family is not expecting fancy.  No one is expecting an elaborate entree every night.  This is not a restaurant!  Continue reading Dear Lady, stop cooking…

Cookie Dough is my Kryptonite!

In my family, I am known as the Dessert Queen.  crowns - EditedI’ve never been the mom to have homemade cookies waiting warm for the “kiddies” once they came off the bus.  Screw that!  If I wasn’t working a 13 hour shift I was taking a nap to recover from one.  Continue reading Cookie Dough is my Kryptonite!

Curse of The Kettlebell

An object with the definition of cast-iron or cast-steel weight should potentially be illegal as a workout tool.  Or maybe it should require a license for use.  In order to obtain one you have to prove yourself tolerant of the hurt it inflicts.  Are you worthy?  Can you withstand the beating? I was introduced to the kettlebell a couple years ago by a trainer I sincerely admire and aspire to be like.  A strong female persona defying all the odds of aging and putting  Continue reading Curse of The Kettlebell

In The Eyes of Your Child You’re No Supermodel

So, my oldest is now in college but has been involved with photography classes since high school.  Often times she needs models to help with certain projects.  As her mom I am always at the ready!  When she was still under our roof I was the savior for last minute donuts, rides for friends, and any assistance needed for school projects…aka #1-photo-assistant.  Mainly I would hold light boxes.  I took my lighting job seriously, making sure the subjects for shots were lit to perfection.  My lighting was ON POINT! I’d get on step stools in precarious positions all to get the right angle.  My hands would cramp with the grip it required to hold those light boxes at a certain angle.  I found angles that aren’t even known as angles. Angles, angles, angles!  Angles that only a #1 photo assistant (aka Mom) could master.  All for the cause!  But, all the while offering myself as a willing “subject matter” too.  Always the bridesmaid, never the bride

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Where can I join the CUPCAKE streak?

A word that’s come into renewed fame with today’s generation is streak (not the running-naked-through-the-streets kind).  By definition, it’s “a continuous period of specified success or luck”.  Often I hear teens exclaiming: me and so-and-so are on a daily snap-streak Continue reading Where can I join the CUPCAKE streak?

Funeral of a Marathoner

Physically and mentally, you’d never know I ran the Marine Corp Marathon 2 weeks ago.  The level of fitness that took months to develop has all but disappeared in the past two weeks. It’s almost like a period of mourning when it’s all over.  You commit so completely to the process of training to be ready for the big day, you don’t even realize how EVERYTHING else takes a backseat.  Even my husband slept on the couch for at least two months leading up to the race so he didn’t keep me up with his snoring.  I ain’t gonna lie…I like the bed to myself!  No shame in my game, sleep is my number one priority as I get older.  I digress…😊 Continue reading Funeral of a Marathoner