Red sky in the morning

We had it.

It's supposed to snow today/tonight.  Odd thing about snow storms this year, is after last year's named storms (Snomageddon, Snowpocalypse, and whatever they called that last one), the mere something under a foot that were expecting looks more like an inconvenience than a major snowstorm.  Funny what a little perspective will do.  And for what it's worth, I'm still much, much happier with snow than I am with rain at this time of the year, especially if it's going to be this cold all the time.  Makes for slower runs and possibly a missed run here and there, but I. hate. cold. rain.

I'm looking forward to school starting again next week. In the interim, I've been working with some GRE prep stuff.  For some reason the GRE site seems to be messed up right now and isn't showing dates past early February (they are supposedly offered monthly), so I haven't been able to register.  My desire is to take them in March, which will give me time to get the results back and see if I want to retake them before apply to schools.  I don't know why I'd want to do that, really - I was one and one with the SATs, IIRC - but you never know, so I'd rather have the option.  Hopefully that will be settled soon.

Funny thing happened over the weekend.  I guess my mother has been on come kind of a cleaning tear, because she seems to be popping up with sets of old photos every time I see her.  This past Sunday she had a lot of photos from around when I was in high school.  It was really cool to see sooo many family members way back when; I almost didn't recognize a few of them, including, believe it or not, myself!  That's because I had really short hair back then, and quite honestly I can't remember a time when I had short hair.  (Um, other than that summer after sophomore year of college; I had been a model in a hair show and had about half my hair dyed platinum blonde, in that blonde over brown thing that you saw sometimes in the 80's.  Anyway, I liked it but nobody could retouch the roots anywhere near the color the show stylist had gotten, so I chopped it all off.  But, I digress.)  I keep my hair long mainly because it's easy for me to deal with, for the most part.  After washing all I do is comb it out, put in some product, and blow dry my bangs, all of which takes less than five minutes.  It does mean my head it wet a good deal of the time, but there's no actual STYLING involved (unless I want to fuss, and I rarely do).  However it's a PITA sometimes, notably in jiu jistu and when swimming, plus there's just a lot of it to wash and manage, all of the time.

I've always said that if I thought I could rock a short hair cut, I would, but I didn't think I could.  But my first impression on seeing myself in those old photos, in that split second before I recognized myself, was, "Who's that?  She's cute."  So maybe I CAN rock short hair.  Food for thought.