Do you ever get called a different name?

There are names that are similar or of your just not thinking you might call someone by that name inadvertently. 

I get when names are close, here’s a list I found on yahoo, interestingly, my name is not on it,  hmmm…https://answers.yahoo.com/question/index?qid=20110305140846AAy7qhF. It’s when they aren’t even close that it makes no sense.

Get this, for some reason, my name gets confused with Stephanie, I know,  crazy,  right! It used to happen with my cousin Stephanie and I and even someone I worked with,  it wad crazy. 

So,  yesterday, I got a text from an agent wanting to show my apartment, she had texted a few days ago, intruding herself and addresses me by my name. Yesterday, guess what name she used..in the text…if she had looked at her previous text, it had my name…

Think I had a good laugh with my class? You betcha! Hmmm..

A rose by any other name…right?

No! I am not pregnant! 

But it seems as if every other woman in Chicago is! Are you seeing the same thing where you are? It’s almost as if you can’t turn around without bumping into a baby bump. 

My daughter has one, it’s a beautiful thing,  so of course I think about her every time I see one!

That being said, mothers-to-be, due in the fall, please don’t blame your babies for being hot, sticky and uncomfortable during the summer, no matter how excited you are, it’s not their fault. I make this request as a September baby. 

Back to my original muse…it seems that a boom in pregnancy seems to happen in waves, this is a ‘heat’ wave. 

That being said…I’m not drinking the water in Chicago!

Nope, that was my mom.

Me…it comes out of a box and I’m ok with that. I come from a long line of dark-haired people, I was born with a full head of black hair, actually, I was covered with it, for a minute anyway.

My dad had key black hair, GES was born with white blond hair which turned very dark as she grew up. My mom on the other hand had red hair, I mean red, orange-red and it was long and beautiful and fabulous. Unfortunately, as a baby, I would grab it and get tangled so she cut it. At least that’s what I remember her telling me.

Her red hair came from her dad, but I only remember six red hairs on the top of his freckled head.

I always envied red hair, I used to use hydrogen peroxide to lighten streaks in my hair, tried dying it on occasion, got in trouble for the dye on the walls, oops.

I let it get dark again then I started getting it dyed professionally, it was fun. I started with Baby Spice platinum streaks in with the red hair. Then it progressed to multiple streak colors in with the overall red. I did the streaks so many times that my hair streaks now on its own.

So, it’s now been years since I’ve been a red-head, I stay that way, every 6-8 weeks. I even do my eyebrows! Gotta match. Right? It costs me about $3, I know, big spender here. Maybe someday I’ll go pro again, I do miss the steaks and the colors.

The reason I am talking about this at all, is because as I told you, I colored my hair Friday morning and when I saw my landlord today he said “did you have red hair last time I saw you?” My response, “every time I color it” ha ha.

And…apparently I do a good enough job and I’m pale enough that people I meet don’t know I’m not a real redhead, works for me. And…Guess who’s granddaughter, LB, has the same hair color? 

A joke I was asked…”If a red head goes crazy, is that a ginger snap?” Ha ha.

Will I follow in my mother’s footsteps and keep this practice up? You bet your sweet bippie! I am going to stay a red head as long as I can. 

Go red!

Do you ever find that you look at your person and find weird things,  like blemishes in awkward places?

I’m not going to go into much detail here, I don’t want to gross anyone out. 

It’s a little more than just the zit on your face,  you know,  your rite of passage into “teenagerdom”. We all get mosquito bites,  right, sometimes in odd and awkward places.  I remember the worst was a bite on my chest,  not too awkward there!

Today, I was getting into the shower after working out [see,  I told you I would keep you posted!], I turned and caught a glimpse of my shoulder in the mirror and ack! Awkward! It’s over,  I fixed it,  but…eww.