Animals

Random dog photo. She is such a clown. 

I've finally found purple. My hair is growing out from my "I want Pink's hair but got shaved and skewered" haircut and back into my "I've had long hair my entire life" style. I guess if you have beautiful naturally curly hair, you should thank your stars and leave it alone. 

I can't help my impulsitivity sometimes. I can now say I've had my head shaved and have sported a pixie cut for a time. Now it's just unkempt and wild. It's kinking in odd places, getting knotty, (that's how I knew it was growing, did NOT miss knots) and overall is just angry at itself. 

I have a feeling this purple will get darker and cover my entire head. I am so in love, more so than I have been with my infamous shades of red. 

Oh, and who still gets pimples at this age? Once you break free of your teenage reign of this nonsense you should be rid of them forever. 

overworked and static

Right after Christmas I got sick.  Sinuses. Then I got sick again. Then I started working too many hours on too many things and thus, crickets can be heard here.

Poor, poor blog. 


All I can think about is going to the beach. Point Pleasant, NJ to be exact. I've been frequenting that spot over the last 4 years and it began as one day trip with the beau on a very chilly March day, in search of specimens. It seems eons ago that we first met and thus began our ritual of beachgoing, although one year our plans were thwarted by an evil hurricane. 


My mind is filled with projects and trips that I can't yet put into action. You see, I have a list.  Prioritizing is one tool I learned early on to keep my excited mind from losing track of everything. Notebooks are a necessity, although I pity the poor soul who has to go through it all after I've passed from old age.



First thing is first.  The truck needs an oil change.  So mundane..........pfffftttt!


I'd rather be painting.