Hair coloring project

I posted last night on Facebook that I was undertaking a new hair coloring project. One friend who commented wondered how coloring hair could be considered a "project."

Well, I decided to put crayon red streaks in my hair - something I've always wanted to do but never put forth the effort to actually do.

I decided to give it a go - and I am thrilled with the results! I'll post a pic later.

I used to be terrified of doing anything that would show my individuality - I was always afraid of what people would think. Now that I'm older - I don't care what anybody thinks. I want red streaks in my hair - it's my hair, my choice.

And I loooove it!

Needing to update. . .

I've been lazy the past couple of weeks (or so). I've not invested much into my writing, but after chatting with a friend last week - I got a new motivation.

I decided to make some goals for myself and do some writing I had been putting off. I finally got around to submitting an article and a photo to Constant Content. I submitted a piece to a paying blog and book project. I submitted a poem to an online site.

Those, besides my regular writing gigs, have made me feel productive. This week I have more goals - we'll see if I actually complete them!

Another rainy day

I fell asleep last night to the sound of pouring rain.

I woke up - in the middle of the night - to hear reruns - all night long.

It's nippy outside, and everywhere I step I have to slog through mud. It's enough to make an optimist sad!

I know that the rains must come to remind us of how much we appreciate the sun. During the summer, we complain when it's hot and sunny, but we fail to appreciate what the seasons mean.

We must get plenty of rain in the Spring to saturate the earth and prepare for the coming Summer when rain might be scarce. Fall and Winter must come to give the plants and trees a season of rest.

Although I prefer all seasons except winter, the cold and frosty days of January make me long for even the chilly, rainy days of Spring - about which I am now complaining!

I'll try not to complain any more, though - ever day brings what it is supposed to bring - and we should take it as it comes - and make the best of it.

Soon enough, the plants that are hinting at beauty right now will be ablaze with color and encouragement - and I'll be able to sit outside next to my butterfly garden and enjoy.

I can't wait!

Eco-Friendly Activities for Kids

Are you looking for some fun ideas to help your kids go "green?"

Here are a few links that might help you out.

Check out Green Games for Kids for some earth-friendly games.

How about some general activities? Green Activities for Kids provides some ideas.

10 Tips for Helping Your Kids Help the Earth can give you some more ideas to get your kids involved in eco-friendly activities.

It's never too early to teach kids about recycling, reusing, and reducing waste!

Why Do I Homeschool my Children?

It never fails - the very first question I am asked when I tell people - homeschoolers and non-homeschoolers alike - that I homeschool my children is always “What made you decide to homeschool?”

The next question from homeschoolers is “What curriculum do you use?” but that’s another story.

The answer to the first question is complex and is not short, sweet, or to the point.

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Adventures in Homeschooling: Reading is the Key

I was raised in a library - literally.

When I was very young, my mother helped start a volunteer-run reading center in Crab Orchard. She later became the Library Director after the reading center was expanded into a public library district.

Although it’s against the rules at most businesses, it was never a problem for Mom to allow me to stay at the library with her while she worked. After school, summers, every time I wasn’t in school and Mom was working - I was at the library.

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A Special Bunny

I watch my son, Kage, as he sleeps, his eight-year-oldbody sprawled in a careless flinging of arms and legs.

He snores softly and I sigh in contentment as I look at him.

I smile when I see the battered black andwhite stuffed bunny secured snuggly under his arm.

“Hoppy” was an Easter present when Kage was almostthree. He immediately became Kage’s constantcompanion. Hoppy went everywhere that Kage went.

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