Casa Walsh

A few months ago, yes, I guess it was around my birthday; I came out of the bathroom stall here at work, washed my hands, checked myself out in mirror and noticed a fine glint in the part of my hair. I dried my hands, and tilted the top of my head towards the mirror to get a closer look. There it was: A hair of a different color. At first I thought it was a very very pale blonde, a leftover from the summertime. Ignoring the old wives tale that pulled grays will return with several friends, I yanked it out of my scalp. Holding it up to the light, and running it through my fingers, it looked and felt different. Translucent, and coarser than my other soft, fine, pretty hairs.

Well the old wives have cursed me, because yesterday I found three (three!) gray hairs. I pulled them all out.

And to all those women who I’ve rolled my eyes at when they discussed their own graying hair in public: I’m sorry.

A few months ago, yes, I guess it was around my birthday; I came out of the bathroom stall here at work, washed my hands, checked myself out in mirror and noticed a fine glint in the part of my hair. I dried my hands, and tilted the top of my head towards the mirror to get a closer look. There it was: A hair of a different color. At first I thought it was a very very pale blonde, a leftover from the summertime. Ignoring the old wives tale that pulled grays will return with several friends, I yanked it out of my scalp. Holding it up to the light, and running it through my fingers, it looked and felt different. Translucent, and coarser than my other soft, fine, pretty hairs.

Well the old wives have cursed me, because yesterday I found three (three!) gray hairs. I pulled them all out.

And to all those women who I’ve rolled my eyes at when they discussed their own graying hair in public: I’m sorry.

The freshly fallen snow lets me monitor the comings and goings of my neighbor. I swear I saw lights on in his apartment this weekend. But there’s no sign of him leaving or entering. Maybe he’s still waiting out the worst of it.

The freshly fallen snow lets me monitor the comings and goings of my neighbor. I swear I saw lights on in his apartment this weekend. But there’s no sign of him leaving or entering. Maybe he’s still waiting out the worst of it.

Casa Walsh has reached the 10,000 hit mark. Hmmm, I don’t know how to analyze this information. Let’s see, 10,000 hits, over 8 months, 240 days, makes 42 hits a day! Take away 15 for refreshing and updating. 20 for Google hits from people searching for “dirty schoolgirl pictures”, “arm warmer patterns”, “90210 porn” and “palindrome baby names”, and that leaves me with seven readers. Sweet. I like making up statistics.

Thanks to Lyette, one of my seven readers, for linking me from her weblog to mine. Oh, and a shout-out to Marie, the dirty schoolgirl, who revealed this weekend that she reads my blog too. Happy birthday! Week!

Casa Walsh has reached the 10,000 hit mark. Hmmm, I don’t know how to analyze this information. Let’s see, 10,000 hits, over 8 months, 240 days, makes 42 hits a day! Take away 15 for refreshing and updating. 20 for Google hits from people searching for “dirty schoolgirl pictures”, “arm warmer patterns”, “90210 porn” and “palindrome baby names”, and that leaves me with seven readers. Sweet. I like making up statistics.

Thanks to Lyette, one of my seven readers, for linking me from her weblog to mine. Oh, and a shout-out to Marie, the dirty schoolgirl, who revealed this weekend that she reads my blog too. Happy birthday! Week!

Is it possible for seasonal affective disorder to kick in after only 3 days of cold weather? I hope so, because I’m blaming the weather for my rotten mood. I’m counting down the days to Christmas vacation, when I’ll be able to escape the snow, and family drama.

I’ll be visiting this joker:

Temperature in Cambridge, MA: 30 degrees

Temperature in San Diego, CA: 70 degrees