Never too old to punk it up....right?

I'll be 39 this year.

I'm no spring chicken.

Do I feel old?

Somedays.

Do I look old?

Somedays.

Today I went and got a new hair-doo....a faux-hawk.

A fake mohawk.

Why?

Why not?!

I'm not a prissy girl.

I'm not a delicate girl.

I'm not a girlie-girl.

My faux-hawk suites me.

I love it.

The funny part is, I am getting TONNES of compliments...but not from they young, hip crowd....FROM OLD LADIES! I mean ladies with silver hair, wrinkles and who cash a retirement cheque. They love the doo! I am liberating old ladies! I love it!

liar, liar, pants on fire!

Big thumbs down to me. I said I was going to faithfully blog.....I lied. Okay, okay, I honestly swear that I am going to honestly attempt to blog on a regular basis! I swear! Cross my heart!

Tonight I am taking my 14 year old daughter to the movies...where she will be meeting her boyfriend...the two of them are going to see a show together. Pretty harmless. Right? As long as she doesn't do half the stuff I used to do when I was her age...everything should be all right. Hmmmmm....maybe I'll watch the movie with them....just to be safe!