The Beauty Of Autumn

Today we have a surprise guest blogger! My daughter (The Bee - of Read The Bee) showed up on my doorstep with a box of hair coloring in her hand. She wanted me to highlight her hair, she got a new cut on Saturday. Of course I said fine...but you have to write a post for me today because this is cutting into my computer time. Right? Agreed. You may not know this about Bee but she, occasionally, can be a bit controlling (eye roll). Her husband calls her "Snappy Turtle". She let me know exactly how she wanted her hair to look and that she would be pissed! if I went too crazy with the highlights, arghh, I think I sprained my left eyeball. She finally took over the little hair coloring toothbrush thing herself because I was laughing too much.
So here is the post she wrote today for your pleasure. I feel you need to understand that she is still obsessed with crayons of all sorts. For her 20th birthday we went to Pennsylvania to pay homage at the Crayola Factory.



Autumn is almost here! This is easily my favorite season. School supply time (even though I'm not in school anymore) is so exciting. I love just walking through the aisles in the store and coveting all the great pens, folders, notebooks and crayons that I would be getting if I had a use for them.

As a child coloring was by far my favorite pass time and I took it very seriously. I had mastered the art of crayon-shading by the time I was 3 years old. And if another kid wanted to borrow a coloring book and color with me ... ugh ... it was an ordeal to say the least. I would have to personally the select the book they would use and often even the page they were allowed to color. Then the entire time they were coloring I was looking over their shoulder and criticizing.

Some kids just don't care, they are all willy-nilly with their color choices. Making giraffes blue and elephants green etc. That drove me CRAZY! What were they thinking? Were the animals supposed to be from Mars or something? Was it some ancient extinct bread of orange alligator that I was unaware of? No. As far as I was concerned, they were just too lazy to come up with appropriate color schemes and therefore unfit to even touch my crayola 64 pack. How about a nice maize/burnt sienna combination for that lion, wouldn't that be nicer?

And don't get me started on the crayon box etiquette. Why did they have to be asked repeatedly to put the G.D. midnight blue back with the rest of the blues where they got it from?!? And sharpening -- no way in hell mister. If you think I'm going to leave your sloppy ass in charge of that job you are sadly mistaken. You better just use that stubby purple and be happy with it or pass it over my way and I will sharpen it properly.

Now that I think of it, I'm pretty sure all the other kids hated me.