Diva Las Vegas Baby

I've been remiss in blogging due to the overwhelming anxiety of having to find a new home. We now have less than a month and our search has been largely unsuccessful. Finding a home with no carpeting whatsoever is almost impossible. Finding a home with a hint of character is also challenging. And the one or two houses that we have liked are either too expensive or in areas that feel like the Wild Wild West, seriously. It's a great move, moving to where there's no development, if you are investing ten years of your life here and expect to reap the benefits of starting in on the ground floor of a future sprawling neighborhood. Unfortunately, that's not in the plan book. This whole home search, coupled with my two days back in NY, make me realize more and more that I miss the East coast. The desert sucks you dry, makes you lethargic, and searching for a home in temperatures upwards of 105 degrees would make anyone cranky. Except for Brooklyn, she's still her chee

So, I followed up on my plan to rejuvenate my look by coloring my hair to get rid of the grays. My friend's sister is a hair stylist who happened to be visiting this weekend, so I made an appointment and the grays are now history. And I must admit that I feel so much better. And that kind of bothers me - why can't I just bask in guilty pleasure?!? I am only bothered because I really want to be the person who isn't obsessed with maintaining youth and who accepts the changes that come with growing older. But then I think back and remember my Mother putting a rinse in her hair, my Grandmother putting a rinse in her hair, my aunts, my Father, and I think, well how far does the apple fall from the tree? And I would never consider any of them self-absorbed or youth-obsessed. Ya just wanna look and feel good! I feel like I've joined a club, like I am truly embarking on the path taking me into my 40s! I guess the Walgreens incident affected me more than I realized. And yo

I am at Walgreen's yesterday, picking up some odds and ends, and as I approach the counter, I am greeted by the cashier, who happens to be a young man, early 20's, give or take. As he is scanning my products, he says something to me that I just can't understand. He has a slight drawl to his speech, not exactly Southern, but perhaps that West Coast, LA twang. I ask him to repeat it and he clarifies by saying, with a smile on his face, "You must have a lot of wisdom with all those gray strings in your hair!" HUNH?!? And I think he was complimenting me, because he says this in all seriousness with a huge grin on his face, like he's proud of his "witticism". He must have been able to sense that I was taken aback, because he then proceeds to break it down for me, "You know, they say you are wise if you have gray hair." I just laugh in disbelief. Just what a 38-year old wants to hear. The best I come up with is, "Yes, I am very wise.&q