What color is your hair mom?

Savanna innocently asks me this evening:

"Blonde", I reply.
Savanna's puzzled look spreads over her face.

"Well it looks gray".

I answer, "well there might be some gray, I am going to be OLD tomorrow."

She asks again, "I want to color your hair, what color should I use?"

"Well, how about a little yellow and a little brown."

"AND GRAY!", she responds.


Sigh...yes...and gray. ;) Happy Birthday tomorrow...to me, as I near death, and totally gray hair.

Explanation

Super Recycling boy is real. Please don't ask Ethan to recycle anything. He doesn't DO that. However, if you yell in a sing songy voice full of need and desire. "Oh Super Awesome Recycling Boy" You will soon have a real live superhero to take care of all your recycling needs.

In short...It's awesome.

(Now tell me the truth...don't you think he NEEDS a cape?)
((And yes I KNOW the dangers of capes i.e. The Incredibles))
(((But STILL...it would BE. SO. CUTE scratch that AWESOME)))

It's a bird....It's a plane...It's

A guy that knows his numbers.

Plastic bottle ones and twos,
can't take sevens or cucumbers.

Cardboard, paper, that's a cinch
just keep your shoes
oh what a stench.

Metal, appliances too
now quit your bawling
no glass for you.


Say it loud, he likes the noise
To the rescue heros come...


It's SUPER AWESOME RECYCLING BOY!

Life is pain Highness...

That line in Princess Bride seemed funnier then. We all have pain. No surprise there. Some pain we can share. Some pain can be eased by writing to the world. Some pain is deep inside. Some pain rocks you to the core to find out where your core really is. Some, can't be shared. I realize a post like this might seem self indulgent. And it probably is in a way, but maybe not in the way you think. You see, isn't a lot of pain eased by understanding? The problem is, we can't understand what we don't know. Even when we tell people about 'our' pain, they might nod their heads and say yeah, I get it. And they might...they might have gone through something similar and they might really 'get' it. But can anyone really "GET" all your pain? I know of one.

Christ, Jesus.

He actually suffered our pain. Not pain 'like' ours. But ours. Your's, mine, all of ours. Funny that pain brought on by other's choices leads us to so many other choices. Sometimes choices are misunderstood. Sometimes, pain is misunderstood. I know of one that encourages the grip that these painful choices make on us. Someone that glees in our pain. I also know he is shortsided. Unfortunately, I can not see the future either. I can not 'see' that all our pain will be healed one day. I can IMAGINE it. But, in art class my imaginations never translated to my projects. I have no guarantee.

I only have...FAITH.

FAITH, in God the Eternal Father.

Interestingly, HE is the one that CAN see. He is the one that can look upon a heart. He is the one that can heal. So what better place than to put my trust, my faith.

And while I can't share the source of my pain, I can share the balm. How do you ease the pain in your life? How do you place your trust? How do you heal, the seemingly unhealable wounds? How do you deal with the pain?

Hey I do have a picture.

Shared with permission from Zazoosh:
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I look so bikerish...not.

I did do it...

Only 18 miles, but I DID do my bike race/ride. That's all. Just wanted to update my for my posterity that I did indeed, though I thought about not finished a goal. Done. Yeah.