It was the best of times, it was the worst of times

Ok, two things happened to me for the very first time this last week and they rank on almost opposite ends of the spectrum as far as joy achieved.

First, on Friday morning, I got into my car and the radio was turned to a station I don't usually listen to and they were about to give away two tickets to a Colbie Caillat concert. They were deciding what game to choose and they picked a definition game where they give you the definition and you have to give them the word they are defining. I thought, "Hmmm, I never call into these things and I'm not very good at definitions, but I would love to win these tickets, so I think I'm going to call and try to guess it!" Then they gave the definition and it was one word...pancake. Instantly a word flew into my mind and I thought, "HA! I know this!!!" So I call in. BUSY! I had to try again. RINGING!!!! I couldn't believe it. Then, "94.1 the planet, what's your guess?" "Is it flapjack?" "It is!!!! You just won two tickets to Colbie Caillat!!!" So, that was totally awesome that I won tickets because that has never happened before and the fact that I won them on the radio was a new experience too!

The second thing that happened to me for the first time happened yesterday. I was getting ready for church and I was using one of those magnified mirrors to pluck my eye brows. I was sitting in the front room so I would have better lighting and then with a slight turn of my head the light hit my face just right so that my attention was drawn to a different part of my face. Once I focused more intently, I realized there was a fleck of color that has never been there before. I looked again, closer to make sure I was really seeing what I thought I was seeing. And sure enough I was. It was a truly dreadful moment. Reality hit - I had my first gray hair. So, of course what do I do? I pulled it out as fast as I could and examined it more closely. It was about as white as a hair can get and I wanted nothing more than to burn it! My second impulse was to call my mom and ask her how old she was when she found her first gray hair. So, it's official. I'm aged.