Paint and Pixie Cuts

Alright, so, the painters should be finished this week. Our place will be quite the rainbow, as my dad thinks. I say it's looking interesting. And more homey. Just to entice you until you see the photos: imagine cooking in a dark purple kitchen, scrapbooking in a cranberry and pink-striped haven (Cory's choice, of course), reading on the couch facing a lime green burst of insanity (may need to repaint this one), walking down long orange corridors, and dropping the kids off at the pool in a soothing brown bathroom. Yes, that's right folks. A rainbow it is. It actually looks way better than it sounds. Just you wait . . .

As far as pixie cuts go, I have chopped off my hair . . . for the second time. I got bored. I am still not used to it and the guy I went to had no clue what he was doing. Cory says I was brave. Luckily, my skills as a former hairdresser came in handy as I told him to snip here and snip there. Maybe that's why I'm not impressed yet. Anyway, I think it's the dark color. When I had it short before, it was blonde. I think it looks better that way. Maybe I'll dye it again. Photos soon.

Cory has discovered a new workout regiment, thanks to Neil Freeball. Photos soon.

In other news, it rained all day today. Not like the rain we get back home, where it's crisp and dark outside. More like the rain of impending doom, the muggy heat penetrating every pore. Actually, it's not so bad having rain again after living in the desert for five years. Give me another month of it though, and I'll be ready for the desert again.