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Saturday I decided to go super-purple. When I first put a purple streak in my hair, I was just testing it out to see how it looked. But the truth is that just one visible purple streak didn’t feel like enough. I wanted more. So Saturday, I took the leap. I pulled out six individual sections of hair and bleached them, preparing to make just those sections purple. But then G suggested that I just put the purple everywhere. That way, the purple would go really purple on the bleached places, but just a subtle purple on the brown hair….

I notoriously have several books going at once, but sometimes that is the mark of a so-so book. If I can read three other books while I’m also reading yours, maybe yours just isn’t the best book I ever read. On the other hand, sometimes it means that I’m just not in the right mood for that particular book. Such seems to be the case with “The Gunslinger”. My sister bought G and I the entire Dark Tower series, and I started to read the first book, but I just haven’t really been in the mood. Maybe I just got…

Woke up this morning to a winter wonderland! Sure, they said there was a possibility of snow last night around 9PM, but when I got out of my writing group’s meeting at 10, there was nothing but cold out. Everything was nasty and wet from the rain all day, but there was no sign of snow. This morning, however, it’s snowing these big, puffy white flakes and the ground is completely covered in snow! How unexpected! I wish we could both stay home and just enjoy it today, but G has to work, of course, and I have so much…

Sorry for the week-long absence. I have been going between busy and sick, feeling alternately depressed and ill. I promise to be back next week, strong again with daily posts.

Have you ever noticed that sometimes anticipation only leads to disappointment? There are just these moments in our lives that are impossible to recreate, you know? But when a similar opportunity comes around, we anticipate that it could be just as wonderful as the last time. That excitement and preparation, however, sometimes kills it or adds too much anxiety to make it joyful. I have noticed this with vacations before, for example. I remember the very first time my family went to Panama City Beach. I was in fifth grade and Mom picked us all up early from school on…

Is it crazy that I’m this excited about a game? This is a question I’ve been asking myself for the past several years, really. I never saw myself as a gamer. Sure, we had the Nintendo when I was little, just like everyone else. And I definitely enjoyed playing it. But once I got a little bit older, then went off to college, there were so many other things I wanted to do with my time. I didn’t have a PC in college, or a console, for that matter. Several years later, however, I met my crazy ex-husband, who then…