& that's the way life goes

So this doesn’t seem like a big deal but it is to me.  You might recall my post about how my mom was totally against me ever dying my hair.  And honestly, until recently I didn’t really want to.  But I’ve been thinking about it more and more lately.  I’m bored and restless.  I’m changing as a person, coming into myself if you will.  I guess I’m just growing up.  I don’t care as much what people think, though I didn’t care all that much before.

In a couple months I might be someone totally different.  But the path I’m on right now, I feel funky.  Maybe I’m a closet funky person.  I love chunky highlights.  Lily’s hair?  LOVE IT!  I wish I had the balls to do something like that.  So I took a baby step.  I got highlights.  They are copper red, almost the same color as my natural highlights.  They are blended and to be honest, it’s not as much of a change as I was hoping for.  I think the colorist was making sure I didn’t go too drastic too quick.

Oh you want me to shut up and show you pictures?  Oh alright.

What it looked like before

And After:

So yes, I popped my hair color cherry this morning.  And I liked it!

I’m having a bit of writer’s block.  It’s an awful feeling.  Yes I have a couple things I’m pondering to write about, but I’m not that sure about it yet.  So instead you get this…

Summer, I’ve been realizing, is a magical time for me.   Narrowing this down even more, the place up north that I swear I leave a part of my heart, holds a lot of firsts.

So summers in northern Michigan, here is my list of firsts you let me experience:

• Seeing a snake swimming in the water – I was probably between the ages of 6-8 and thoroughly freaked out
• Picking berries from the island
• Paddleboat
• Sunfish & Blue Gill were my favorite fish to catch
• Appreciating the silence and sunlight filtering through the trees behind my grandparents cottage – I still remember the odd rolling little hills in the field
• Riding on a tire swing -  laughing and giggling
• Fireworks on the beach, I remember laying on the towel with my mom
• Horseback riding
• Canoeing around the lake with the bestie
• Licking cheese off the doritos and holding them out the car window to “dry”
• Camping with my dad – where he made the most amazing Filipino food in the wok on a propane stove
• Fishing at the dams – learning to appreciate nature and cutting off the butts of crayfish (I’m sorry PETA!)
• My first period (sorry boys!) – I was camping and at the dam fishing with my dad.  Luckily two of my more “mature” girlfriends were there and we bought the necessary items at Kmart and hid them from my Dad..haha I was embarrassed
• Backing my dads van into a tree stump – yep it left a big dent.  That was actually my first time behind the wheel…hmmm foreshadowing I suppose
• My first kiss – HA for the kissing whore I turned out to be I didn’t get my first one til I was 14. He was classy, he referred to it as ‘neckin in the woods’
• Riding on a jetski – again way behind the times, we were 18.  So lucky IC and I didn’t drown!
• Getting swore at by a crazy Mexican woman who was yelling that we had slept with her nasty husband WTF?!  That was a scary night
• Riding on top of a Ford Escort
• Sex in a tent *blushes (just fyi it took a whole summer before that happened, I just want to keep my squeaky clean image *winks)
  
• Being so high I thought I’d suffocate from laughing too much
• Being searched by the cops – both body and tent
• Having a “bowl” hidden underneath the floor of the tent
• Getting kicked out of the campground for being too loud, only it wasn’t us just the company that was visiting
• Renting a cabin on Lake Huron
• Having my heart stop and everything slow down around me when trying to park the car

Here’s hoping to more firsts this next time around.  I’ve been so lucky to be able to visit 3 times already this year.  I don’t know how I go 9 months without a glimpse of it’s natural beauty.  Oh wait, that’s right, the only time IC and I decided to drive up there in the winter my car got “stuck” and was “out of order”.  I need to find someone to drive me up there, because obviously I am not capable LOL.

I would love to someday own my own place up there to escape to on the weekends and for vacations.  I used to want to travel the world, and I still do, but I’ve realized that getting out of the city proves to be a good thing for my mental health.  Maybe I’ll just rent a place to live for the time being and buy something to retreat to?  Thoughts?