Because it is Wednesday, I have decided to take a page from Missletoe's notebook and actually write on the Blog. I usually just think about blogging and never quite get around to the actual blog, But, Why Not.....It is Wednesday!
I have always been rather obedient all my life...rather plain and simple. I am not into many wild or crazy phases. Even as a child I was extremely obedient. I did have a couple of rebellious moments in my life. I hesitate to mention them, because I do not want to condone or encourage outrageous behavior in my children and grandchildren.
However, I remember when I was in the 9th grade I took some of my baby sitting money and without notifying or asking for permission (which was they way it would have been done in those days) I took the 1500 East bus into downtown and went into a shop and had my ears pierced! Shocking! When I came home, I was a extremely reluctant to face up to my Mother and show her what I had done....When the moment of truth came, I bared my ears and the 2 tiny studs. Mom examined them carefully and then casually commented, "When you get your nose pierced, please be sure to let me know in advance" End of discussion!
My next moment of rebellion came when I was 16 and a Jr. in High School. Uncle Brent Jensen, that's right Aunt Jeannie's first husband, owned a couple of beauty shops and a beauty school. I had worked on Saturdays for Brent at the beauty school as a receptionist when I was in Jr. High. My Dad was a member of the General Sunday School Board for the Church. He was assigned to go to conferences in Europe. Mom was more than accommodating in accompanying him on this assignment. Mom and Dad gleefully departed for 3+ weeks in Europe leaving Uncle Richard and me in the capable hands of Grandma Farr. Grandma Farr was a lovely woman, but very provident. On Sunday she cooked us a meal.....I don't remember all of the details of the meal, but I do remember we had both carrots and peas as the vegetable which became left overs. By the way, the peas would have come from a can in those days. On Monday the carrots and peas returned as the vegetable for dinner. We did not eat them all up.....so on Tuesday they showed up again. Once again there were leftovers. On Wednesday the same carrots and peas were part of the dinner menu, but this time there was not much left, so Grandma combined them together as a carrot and pea mixture. How could it get worse... Thursday, again my dear sweet provident Grandma who lived through the depression and nothing is to be wasted; took the last of the carrots and peas combination, mixed them into a white sauce to make "creamed carrots and peas." Yuck, four day old carrots and peas in a white sauce! Okay this is where my next act of rebellion came in....That night I slipped down into the refrigerator and took the creamed gook and dumped it down the disposal, wondering why I had not thought of the act sooner.
Now I was on a roll, I had acted out! Total anarchy was about to happen. As I mentioned before, Uncle Brent owned a beauty shop where I had my hair done. Many of the girls at school where streaking their hair. Of course most of the girls had blond hair or mousy light brown hair and the streaks (not highlights like they do today) really looked good. I decided I would, without the knowledge or permission of my folks who were blissfully touring in Europe, streak my beautiful brunette hair. I had blond steaks, which were fashionable at the time, placed throughout my hair. When they first went in they did not look too bad, however as the weeks went on, the blond steaks turned to an interesting color of orange. At least that's how I saw it. I was sure it was punishment for my rebellion, sneaking around and streaking my hair.
Well it was last Wednesday and I was sitting in Sandy's chair at the beauty parlor. It was about to snow again in our fair valley....I was feeling a need to break out from the dull-drums of winter and do something "wild and crazy." Sandy had this very interesting long streak of purple in her hair. We started talking about hair extensions. I noticed on her stand locks of hair in chartreuse, hot pink, burgundy, purple and some normal looking colors like brown. Before I walked out of the beauty shop, I broke out of my boring normal obedient self and submitted to a couple of stands of burgundy-red extension. There they were....my moment of rebellion. All I could think of was, "Why Not, It is Wednesday." I blame it all on Missletoe!
