Dan made venison stew for dinner. I won’t lie: venison, at least in stew meat form, tastes no different than beef chuck or a beef roast. But I’m somewhat opposed to deer meat. Or rather, I’m somewhat opposed to hunting deer. My feeling is that so many animals have already been slaughtered (and some not always in the most humane fashion) and prepared for consumption, so why go out and kill more? I did go ahead and try two small pieces of it, but blah. There’s a mental aversion there that I just can’t quite get over. I focused on the potatoes and carrots instead.
This morning, after taking Alyssa, Ryan, and N, Alyssa’s classmate who lives across the road (his mother has two younger children and is currently caring for a two month old baby, so I offered to take N to the bus stop along with our two in the morning and keep an eye on him until he gets on the bus) to the bus stop, I spent the following forty-five minutes driving around, taking in the early morning, sunny yet wintry beauty, and taking photos of things that caught my fancy (I also found out just how cold titanium rings can be on fingers when you’re out of doors!).
The rest of the day seems to have flown by. I baked some cookies, did a lot of work, downloaded a few new books for my Nook, spent quality time (bow-chicka-wow-wow) with Dan, ran a quick errand this afternoon, then bam, it was time for dinner. And now bam, it’s 9:15pm. Where oh where is the time going?
I love you, Daniel. I’m going to do everything in my power to take away your gray skies.
Which isn’t as bad as it sounds, because these bangs are angled to the side and long enough that I can (and will) sweep off of my face. I haven’t done the straight-down thick layer of bangs thing since I was fifteen years old and decided I had enough of the bangs I had been living with since childhood, and I spent several awkward weeks growing those bastards out. Go figure that twelve years later I’d only slightly hesitate before saying, “Sure!” when the stylist asked me if I wanted bangs to go along with the new look she was creating for me.
I have to admit… blue is not my color. On the 1st I put Manic Panic’s Ultra Violet in my hair, and it’s much more blue than pink in a lot of lighting. Blargh. I was hoping that by putting it over the previous light pink that it would come out much more purple-y then it did. No such luck, of course. Though it’s really just in icky fluorescent lighting that it looks almost BIC blue. Otherwise, as you can see in the below photos, it looks much more purple. 
In any case, while I am not a fan of short hair cuts (though they certainly have their advantages), I love this new look I’m rockin’ (whether or not I’m capable of re-creating it on my own remains to be seen):
