One of my favorite bloggers,
Mrs G, http://thewomenscolony.com/derfwad/ inspired me to post this picture. She has committed to taking one risk each month. As info, Mrs. G says it like it is and some of the web content is, ummm, edgy. So if you are easily offended, tread carefully, but please watch the video of her burning her diet books.
But let's get back to the important subject here, ME!!
I'm really tired of blow-drying and ironing my hair so lately I've been washing and conditioning it and letting it air dry "au natural." Then the next day, I use the curling iron, and ok. I know. You're ready to throw something at your computer right now.
I honestly left the house feeling good about myself.
That was pretty much the end of it.
It was a crazy morning and I was not a happy camper. Life is hard sometimes. Especially lately. Enough said.
To give you the Reader's Digest Condensed version of the morning, I had Olivia (who in spite of missing her daddy and mommy was making the best of things with me), a desk overflowing with paperwork, three food shelf orders to fill, no checks in the mail and apparently the worst hair day EVER.
I had to meet my other volunteer at the food shelf at 12:30--and Olivia and I were hurrying to get out of the office. As I was putting her coat on she looked at me and said,
"Omee, did you brush you's hair?"
I guess I should have paid closer attention, but I just replied, "No honey, Omee is just having one of her crazy hair days and we don't have time right now to worry about hair."
We first did the grocery shopping for the orders and as we were loading the numerous bags in the car, I noticed my reflection in the window and suddenly felt an overwhelming sense of pity for anyone with whom I'd made physical contact. It looked like I was walking around with a tumbleweed on my head--no even worse--but I really can't describe it.
Maybe if I'd only thought to put on some lipstick.
But I was doing the Lord's work--so it really shouldn't matter.
Until the person who showed up to pick up the food shelf order was the same person I saw at the other register in the grocery store buying lottery tickets and cigarettes.
Yes God, you certainly do know how to put me to the test...
Judgmental opportunity AND horrible hair.