Who has more fun?

For all of my life, I have been blonde. Though the colour has darkened as I've gotten older, it has always been blonde. Maybe that's why I've always wanted to be a brunette. My mother never let me do it as a child. But last week, I took a leap. It is only hair after all. I am now a brunette, a dark brunette. And I have to admit I love it. For those who know enough about colouring to worry... They did my eyebrows too... So it looks natural.

I do look different, my green eyes are greener, my skin tone darker but still like me, or at least I think so... I think I've shocked a few people at work. I guess, in my head, I've seen myself with dark hair for so long, that it's not weird... But people have said that I look so different, that they didn't recognize me... Umm who else would be sitting at my desk, wearing my clothes and oddly enough have my voice? Maybe I've become my own doppelganger? Now that has some great opportunities written all over it. I can almost feel the evil laugh coming out of me!

I know that 90 % of the non blonde women out there want what I had... For me, I have to say that right now, brunettes most definitely have more fun. Maybe next time I can go electric blue. That would go over well wouldn't it?

Paul Harvey

There is something so wonderfully comforting about Paul Harvey's voice. It's a sound that brings back such vibrant pictures of my childhood.

He came on at noon on WHAS' am radio station in Louisville, with "The Rest of the Story" (think he still does).
My grandmother listened every day. Most of the time, it would be her and I in her kitchen, she'd be making our lunch and I'd be sitting at the table just watching and listening. My favorite would be when she would make her vegetable soup. It was the best stuff I've ever had. She'd start making it about 6 in the morning to be ready for lunch. So we would sit down, eat our soup and listen to warm sounds of Paul Harvey telling us about the unknown story of Winston Churchill or about the wonders of Citrical or Thera-Gesic on "page 2". Little was said while Paul was on. Even My grandfather, who LOVED to talk, was quiet. It was a perfect moment with me and my grandparents.

Every time I hear his voice, that moment, that feeling of comfort, safety and peace comes to mind. I find as I've gotten older I seek him out now... I try and find what radio station plays his show. It makes me feel close to a grandmother gone 8 years, makes me go back to a time when things were so blissfully simple. I wonder if you get his stuff on CD?

Feel free to have a listen:
http://www.paulharvey.com/

And good day.