Life Updates of a Larger Magnitude

I did indeed go back and get my hair fixed (no charge). It's still brown-ish, but lighter, and with reddish tints that I think will indeed fade to my natural color. My hair, however, is not so happy with me for all this dying. I must be very nice and not make any sudden movements around it... :) Another weekend of relative calm came and went. I'm liking this deviation from the norm of having things scheduled all the time. I think the sleep deprivation makes for a mellower Beka. Who is not constantly thinking there is something better to be doing other than chillaxing on the couch. With my baby. Tonight we WILL be out and about though, watching the Bruins kick the Sabers collective butt. Sorry Cati. Maybe I'll throw in a little "LET'S GO BUFF-A-LO!" just for ol' times sake. (Honestly, I have no idea which team is better.) My first roommate EVER from back in the D.C. days, the dazzling Jill Hogue, will actually be babysitting the wee one for us. ...

So, last Friday I went in to the salon to say goodbye to my blonde hair. And thought I would be saying hello to my natural color. I mean, that's why you pay them the big bucks, right? Because they do things you couldn't do yourself. In this case, not so much. I ended the evening as brunette. Go figure. While the color does not look bad (just surprising) I'm getting it fixed. The whole point of this exercise was to go back to my natural hue and thus end this cycle of dye-"cool color"-"ugly roots" (repeat). *sigh* not psyched. Also not psyched about whether or not they're going to try to make me pay to have it fixed. Because I am not going to pay. I'm not damnit! We had an awesomely unpacked weekend, and for that I am thankful. Naomi babysat on Saturday so that Matt and I could go out and celebrate our anniversary (3 years!) We got all fancied up and headed to Newbury Street in Boston where our plan was to bar/restaurant hop for drinks...

this was written by matt's coworker: http://www.lowellsun.com/letters/ci_10905024 I find that buying things Made in America is a difficult step in my life. I have become much more conscious of checking the labels, but... there are 2 things stopping me. 1) Greed. I would rather pay $120 than $150. I consider myself a thrifty shopper, always looking for the best price, regardless of where it was made. 2) Availability. So few things are actually made here anymore that when I see something I really want, it's not available from local sources. And I guess there is a third reason as well. I feel little and powerless. I don't honestly believe that if I make the sacrifice to pay extra and buy things made here that it will make a difference. I don't believe that you or the next guy is going to do that same, so why bother? Man that sucks. Fine, here's my pledge. In the next 30 days (and remember, this is Christmas season) I will not buy anything that is not made i...

I would love to regale you with stories of our amazing Halloween party this weekend, but I've had such incredibly sad news that I can't possibly pretend it didn't happen. A friend from WPI, Ryan Wartman, that I recently reconnected with is going through what can only be called hell. About 2 months ago his mom passed away. Last week his long-time girlfriend died in her sleep for reasons unknown. She was traveling on business, and was 24. I just don't get it. Jen is the sweetest girl. She was a freshman on the swim team when I was Captain... It's so incredibly awful that I can't wrap my mind around it...