Pretty colors

As formerly promised, here are some poorly taken pictures of the newly painted rooms:

The color is called "Jamaican Aqua" and it really is quite lovely.  It's sort of a shame that the rooms have practically no furnishings.  But at least now they are not ugly, unfurnished rooms.

The next thing has to do with hair and requires before and after pictures, along with dramatic drum rolls (if you don't mind).

Before:

Those are my raptor eyes.

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and after:

It is some sort of red, a la Ariel or Strawberry Shortcake.  I can't tell.  Apparently when you dye your hair red you cannot always tell what the results will be.  Obviously this is true.

Blah blah blah, super cool.

Who needs transitions.

Man, August; what a lame blogging month.

I pulled out my old trumpet earlier this week and tootled around a bit.  My range is pretty much completely gone, but it still left my lips pleasantly tingly.  Nobody can kiss the way a trumpet can.

We painted two more rooms this morning, which leaves two left.  Sigh....  I cannot tell if that is a sigh of relief or a sigh of despair.  This project is taking FOREVER but it is entirely worth it.  I will post pictures Tuesdayish, after some furniture and whatnot gets moved around.

I am reading me some Diana Wynne Jones (Chronicles of Chrestomanci) and can I just say once again how sorry I am that she's dead?  This stuff is great.

In other news, I am doing something rather daring next week.  I am going to dye my hair for the first time.  Maybe this is a bad idea?  Maybe it is a good idea but I chose a bad color?  WHO KNOWS.  The good thing about hair is that for most people (particularly women my age) it grows back.  Anyway, you should be in complete suspense.  Also you should tell me what color you would like to see my head just in case it turns out terrible* and I need to change it ASAP but am too depressed to pick out anything for myself.  That is what friends are for.

*The English major inside me thinks that "terrible" should be in adverb form here but the normal person inside me is all, "NO.  People don't talk like that.  At least not Americans."  So as a compromise we are leaving a footnote, acknowledging the difference of opinion.

One of these things is not like the other

We just got back from going to Washington DC for a business trip of Matt's, and it is a lot different than Utah.  They have public transportation, humidity, and monuments while we have churches, mini vans, and vast stretches of nothing.  But I guess the biggest difference between here and there can be summed up in two words:  white babies.

I don't really know what's going on.

Today I am making chili and being upset at the post office.

Chili is pretty much just stew with beans in it, right?  Basically I don't know what I'm doing.  I got a whole bunch of chili peppers in my Winder Farms produce box, though, and I know even less about what else to do with them.  Whatever I'm making, there will be a LOT of it. If it is good, we will eat like kings!  If it is bad, we will eat like peasants!  Plenty of food, either way.

As you may have noticed, we were out of town for a week, so we had our mail put on hold.  It was supposed to resume on Wednesday, but it is now Friday.  I have yet to receive a single credit card offer, and I usually get about two of those a day.  >:(  SOMEBODY is being a lazy mail lady.  I don't know her name but I do know what kind of car she drives.  It is very boxy.

Also, I had a really cool dream last night that involved a battle (with swords and fire balls) followed by many different kinds of pie, all of them delicious.  I bet I'd make a pretty good pie-soldier.  Whatever that is.