Posts Tagged ‘youth’

You can take writing away from the girl, but you can never take the writer out of the girl.

A Winnipeg man at the Canadian/US boarder got fined for trying to bring across an Iguana under his hat this weekend.

I would have just put it in the trunk of my car and if they found it, scream at the top of my lungs and point. “EWWWW, how did that get in there? Keep it away from me!” You gotta be a bit of an actress to get away with owt, you know.

Can you imagine me working at the boarder? “Hey, is that an Iguana under your hat or are you just glad to see me?”

It seems that reptile under hat fashion isn’t the only new trend.

Grey is the new blonde. Um…what? It has sex appeal?

That’s right folks. It seems Lady Gaga dyed her hair grey and now many other celebrities are following suit. Kristen McMenamy, even Kelly Osbourne bares a new silver/lavender sheen.

I’m sorry to burst Lady Gaga’s bubble but grey hair was a new wave trend in the eighties. It’s been done. I had a few ultra modern friends who dyed their hair that colour.

She admitted that she used to dye her hair blonde to avoid being mistaken for troubled star, Amy Winehouse. Ha-ha!

Reality is that from the runways of spring and summer shows at Dior and Chanel in Paris, to the hair salons of New York, young women are going grey.

Ya see now, just let your hair go to pot and you’ll be in with the top fashion. Ha-ha. Who needs hundreds of dollars to be with the “in crowd”, anymore. Just let nature take its course.

Do I happen to like that look? No. Older people are always looking for the fountain of youth and now young people are paying good money to look old. Figure that one out.

I actually prefer to combine both looks together.

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Years ago, one summer
I came upon a little hummingbird,
no bigger than my thumb.
As it fluttered about a flower
in search of sweet nectar,
I stood, frozen in time, and
was mesmerized by its grace.
I’m not sure why,
or what compelled me,
but I ran inside
to get my brother’s BB gun.
As I raced back to my prey,
I did not think
of my actions, or
of consequences, or
regret.
But only of the thought,
“I wonder if I can get it with one shot?”
At that moment, it turned to me
as if to say,
“What a beautiful creature.
so full of life, and
love, and
compassion.
It is a wonderful day to be
alive!”
But I did not listen.
Instead, intent on my mission,
I aimed, and
pulled the trigger.
And in one thoughtless moment,
a tiny lifeless body lay before
me.

I am now thirty- seven years old.
And since that summer of my youth,
A thousand memories and regrets
I have.
And one that haunts me still
is a small one.

If only . . . I had listened with my heart.

A poem I read and wanted to share eh..