I've remembered my name again

Husband has finally got around to setting up our family e-mail using a groovy domain name he bought a couple of years ago (I presume if you are married to a plumber then your house may be full of cool taps and nice showers. We have cool e-mail addresses.) This has necessitated lots of headscratching on my part as I realise quite how many things (Facebook, Google Reader, Gmail, Blogger....) I run using my e-mail address and which therefore require a bit of tweaking if we are going to start using the new one. It's been like a test on how much I really understand the internet and social networking sites. I suspect I may have failed.

Incidentally, I am told by Husband that he has set up the whole email gubbins using Google Apps. No, I have no idea what that means or how it works. I just know that I can still get my email from the old account even when I log into the new one. It's like alchemy.

I did however forget about Blogger to begin with and then when I remembered and went to log in, I had forgotten which email address I used to access it and which password and then I got distracted by a bit of fluff on the carpet and days passed. However, as you can see, I have now remembered it. Haven't figured out how to move the account over to the new email address but I am going to not think about that for a while because having to remember and manage more than one address is beginning to make my teeth hurt.

On a more positive (if no less mundane) note, I am getting my hair cut tomorrow for the first time in about.......ooooh.............11 months (if you don't count the times I cut my own fringe with nail scissors because it was annoying me). I have for years had a very distinct streak in my hair - an area where all my grey hairs have gathered together, and fortunately it usually lurks underneath the brown hair and is not visible to the casual observer. However as I approach my mid-40s, the grey is spreading slightly and making its presence more obvious. I am therefore considering letting my hairdresser have her wicked way with my wee streak. She has been threatening to dye it for years and Second Born has given me permission to let her. SB is suggesting bright purple. What do you reckon?