I’ve just arrived home from a 3 day stint in hospital, where everything I did I had someone up my ass… literally. You can now add colitis to my chart. At least it gives me something in common with the girl in the song Lucy in the sky with diamonds. Unfortunately, it means I’ve had my first full colonoscopy. Let’s just say that I’m not a fan.
And…
LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, THE ROLLING STONES are playing in Vancouver likely on the day after my death,but will I get tickets? Or die trying?
Starting with the confession. I’ve been chickening out of doing something that I’ve wanted to do for well over 40 years. Which, if you know me, is very much out of character . At first, I chickened out because it went out of style, and then it came back in vogue about a decade later and I chickened out because it was something that I felt like I couldn’t wear to work, because it was a bit rebellious for a woman and not considered feminine.
I came close to doing it a few years back when my mom and I saw Cher in concert, but it was only close but not quite the thing I’m talking about now.
Do you think you know what it is? The title of this post should give you a clue. If you still aren’t sure, just scroll down, and you’ll see…
I finally got a mullet!
Yes, I’m a bit embarrassed to say that I’ve been lusting for the mullet haircut ever since David Bowie’s Ziggy Stardust album 😳 This year, I decided that it’s time. I’ll be 58 in July, and it felt like a good time to do it. Nothing is stopping me, and it’s very much in style ,thanks to Miley Cyrus and Stella Cini from YouTube.
I only hope it doesn’t make me look like I’m desperately trying to look like I’m 20.
