I See... Blurry Lights!

For nearly a year, I've carried a prescription for new lenses in my notebook. When I changed notebooks, it moved as well. You see, I didn't want to wear bi-focals, even if they are lineless. At 40-years-old, I felt, I was too young for bi-focals.

I did go to Wal-Mart, and start the process of getting new lenses. In the middle of the appointment, I told the lady helping me, I wasn't ready, and when I was, I'd return. I haven't gone back!

Last weekend, I noticed a bank's marquee, just beyond the light I was approaching. I asked my children if they could read it, and they could. All I saw was blurred red lights. At night approaching car lights look like what my Dr. calls star burst. I didn't think anything of it because it's... DARK! Now, I'm careful not to drive in unfamiliar places at night. Just as a precaution.

I'm thinking, maybe it's time to reconsider this bi-focal thingy. I've noticed a few other things, like:

1. Waking up, I need my glasses ASAP. There's no seeing the clock without them.

2. Reading medicine bottles, the phone book, or recipes has become more difficult. If I take my glasses off, I'm not seeing ANYTHING!

3. Messaging, tweeting, or facebooking from my phone, if my glasses aren't on, is all a total blur.

4. Putting my eyeliner on in the mirror isn't funny anymore. I have to be ON.THE.MIRROR to see what I'm doing!

I'm admitting, I can't see as well as I used too. And maybe I really do need bi-focals, even though I'm still in my 40s. There I said it. I put my handful of vanity in my pocket. I will make an appointment, and get the damn bi-focals.

Are you kidding? There is NO WAY, I'm using that prescription from nearly a year ago. My eyes have changed since then, and I know it!

For The Sake OF Beauty?

Saturday, I thought I would treat myself to an eyebrow waxing. I do like to keep them arched, but it had been a while since I'd had them waxed. This wasn't my first time, so I knew what to expect.

Rip. "You want your lip done next?" She asked.

"No."

Actually, I had considered it, but I was scared. Like I said, I've had my eyebrows waxed a few times, and know how it can sting. My lip is more sensitive, and I figured it would hurt.

Rip. There went eyebrow number two. She handed me a mirror, "You like? Want me to do your lip?"

"No, not today.I'm scared." Actually, I was thinking about it. "Okay, lets do it."

"It's gone hurt," she said.

I nodded, okay. Why would she ask, then taunt me. What? She said it a second time, "It's gone hurt. I just want you to know, before I do it."

She spread that hot wax on my top lip, almost up my nose. Pressed on thin strips of gauze like material. I was sweating bullets! Just as I closed my eyes tight, RIIIP. I wanted to gather my things and run like the wind. "I told you, it's gone to hurt."

I wanted her to stop saying that!

There was no turning back now. I had to get the other side done as well. Closing my eyes, I braced myself, as she ripped the other half. Handing me the mirror again, all I could see is red! My lip was swollen, and red.

"First time, it hurt real bad. Second time, not so bad," she tried to console. I just experienced real trauma, and she's talking a second time.

I'm loving my eyebrows, and when the swelling goes down, maybe, just maybe, I'll like my lip minus the fuzz. The price of beauty is a pain in the *%$, lip!

I refuse to be gray!

Like members of my family, on my mother’s side, I’m graying early. And I don’t like it one bit! I refuse to be gray at 40.

Gray is a tell-tell sign of being older than you look. I don’t look or feel like a 40 year old. I would say I’m more like 26 years old. I want to look the age I feel. So, gray be gone!

A year ago, I dyed my hair blonde. I wanted something different, as well as cover the gray. I accomplished both, and loved it. Now that the color has all grown out, and been cut away, I am stuck with a gray streak in the front, and a scattering all over. Not for long!

In the past month, I rinsed my hair with a black and a brown, on two separate occasions. The color didn’t cover the gray completely either time. Now, I have to pull out the big guns, the PERMENENT stuff! The gray has gotta go! Permanent colors are really the only way to completely cover gray hair, according to InStyle Magazine’s “Getting Gorgeous.”

All I have to do now is decide if I want to be blonde, black, light brown, or auburn. Clairol, L’Oreal, Covergirl, Revlon, Tones & Textures… there are so many to choose from. Surely, one of them will rid me of “The Gray.”

We’ll see what happens!