Hair Issues-I need your help

Dear Darling Readers,
I am about to be vulnerable and show you something I would rather not show you. In an effort to keep it real, however, I come to you begging for mercy. I need your help.
You see, I am a low-maintenance hair owner. I cut my hair once a year-maybe less. I hardly ever use a blow dryer.
But this is what I’m dealing with as I look through photos of me on a drizzly morning in San Diego.

This is embarrassing.

 

It’s like my hair has a mind of its own. What is going on here to make it frizzle, frazzle and bedazzle?

 

Apparently, it doesn’t bother me too much. But then again, I am unaware of just what Bicep’s sees through the camera lens.
Please help, dear readers. What do I do about this frazzle problem? I need you. Don’t fail me now.
Love-Rebekah

Pretties for your Ocular Senses

The rain has been relentless these past few days and I love it. The rain reminds me of Europe, of comfort food, of cozy blankets and hot cups of tea.
Get your ocular’s ready. You are about to have an ocular freak-out session.

It also reminds me that right now my rain barrels are brimming with free water for my garden. Free. I love that word. (Learn how to make your own rain barrel here.)

But mostly, the rain just makes everything more beautiful. And I’d like to share with you three beauty shots that the rain had a part in creating.

Drizzly rain, hot coffee, a sandy beach and Biceps=the perfect San Diego morning.

 

I happened upon this plant in Scottsdale and have no idea what it’s named, or what it wants to be called-maybe Gerald, Harry or perhaps Monique-but whatever his/her name is, it’s unique leaf display caught my ocular’s.

 

This shot of the sun rising over California somewhere wasn’t enhanced, retouched, cropped or straightened. It’s Raw, baby.
And fantabulous.
Hope your ocular’s could handle this much beauty in one day. I’ll stop for now, just so you aren’t ocularly overloaded. I hope you enjoyed my “Pretties”.

The Beaches, The Earthquakes, The Tornadoes-The Whole She-bang

Dear Readers:
Have you heard that Oklahoma keeps having earthquakes and tornadoes-simultaneously? Have you wondered, as I have, why this land-locked state is receiving not only the backhand from the nature, but the forward slap as well?
I think I may have the answer: I think it’s my fault.

While on tour, we stopped off in San Diego. One gray morning, Biceps and I walked to the beach with our hotel cup of coffee and enjoyed the ocean coming to shore.

 

Contemplation set in as to why Biceps and I chose to put down our roots in Okie-land, instead of a place such as this.

 

The ocean drew me to her and soon the cuffs of my pants were wet. Oklahoma and its dirty lakes came to mind. I tried to reassure myself with the choice of our hometown.

 

I made the comment that at least in Oklahoma we only have to worry about tornadoes while these San Diego-ans have to worry about hurricanes and earthquakes.
So, I think someone is setting the record straight for me that we are not exempt from another form of natural disasters.

 

Therefore, I believe it is my fault. I am so sorry to anyone that might be reading this that lives in Oklahoma. I am so sorry, Oklahoma as a state.
Love-Rebekah

San Francisco scares me.

It’s no secret that San Francisco has a few ‘hills’.
Biceps and I grabbed our bikes from the bus, excited about a leisurely ride around the bay area and a lunch by the ocean. What I failed to compute was that in order to get from our hotel to the ocean, I had to bike down several of San Fran’s famous hills.

That is me at the very top of the hill-a tiny speck on the left hand side. This means Biceps has already made it down the hill successfully. He is now consumed with photographing my inability to let go of the brake.

Why had I let Biceps carry the camera? He loves to document way too many things.

I gave up trying to make my body do what my mind told it not to do and walked my bike down the hill. I was passed several times by natives immune to the decline.
I hung my head just as a fourteen year old passed me on a skateboard.

Biceps and I biked down this zig-zag road; enthusiastically cheered on by honking motorist.
I think they appreciated my cautiousness and my concern for safety as I rode the brakes the entire length of the road.

We stopped at the bottom of the zig zag hill to wait for our lungs to catch up. Several friends that were on the same tour sailed past us on the trolley, wishing us well. They moved on without a care in the world.

And why would they want to ride a trolley when they can bike down this? Pansies.
My calves still haven’t recovered. (Moo).