things that make me happy

• Spring arrived before my allergies this year.


• Yesterday Bug was outside for three hours at the playground across the street. Donnie and I tag-teamed but Bug went strong the entire time building a city in the sandbox, watching for pirates from the top of the slide, swinging, kicking the soccer ball, contemplating the story of "The Tortoise and the Hare" and keeping an eye out for "ghostessess." Best part of all was when he came to us an hour before his regular bedtime announcing he was tired from all his work and should go to sleep.


• "Madness" seems the perfect word to describe this year's NCAA tournament. I haven't been able to watch much of it but what I have seen has been fun even if I have NO teams in the final four.


• I've actually made time for reading...I feel like I've been reunited with a long lost friend.


• In one week our convention will be OVER.

wanna hear a joke?

Actually, the joke doesn't matter...but you can pick the punchline of your liking because it's always one on the list below no matter how the joke begins--"knock knock" or "why did the chicken cross the road?" Here are your choices:

1) pee pee
2) poo poo
3) poops
4) pee pee poo poo
5) pee and poop
6) poopyhead
7) pee pee head
8) caca coocoo
9) banana


Wait, you're not laughing either? Ah, pre-school humor...

Bits of nothing

I gave up sweets for lent and on the second day I had two separate dreams about eating candy and/or cookies.


Bug now calls farts "air poops."


I learned a couple of weeks ago that my job may be further downsized or possibly eliminated. Although if it happens it won't likely happen until July so I have plenty of time to fret over it.

I'm really ready for spring not so much the allergies that come along with the season though.

We are invited to Donnie's former girlfriend's daughter's wedding (that's a mouthful...there's probably an easier way to phrase that but I can't come up with it). The ex has already invited us to a dinner the night before with family (but not the wedding couple) and a few of her closest friends...the wedding is a few hours away and with babysitting issues, I doubt we'll go to that...just the wedding. I'm trying to prepare myself for awkward moments because I expect them to know they will happen.

All the thoughts in my head are just snippets of things. Not many things feel connected or finished (like this post, for example).

Bug's been waking up at least twice a night for a few weeks now. It's beyond old at this point. I'm longing for his good sleeping habits to kick in again.

the fountain of youth sprayed me

A couple of weeks ago I bought some anti-aging cream. The result...I broke out all over my face. Granted, acne takes me back to my teenage years but somehow having pimples wasn't what I expected from the promise of "younger looking skin." Sigh...

honesty and tact is a balancing act

Over the weekend I got my hair cut--a much-needed, long overdue haircut. My intention was to color my hair before I got to the salon. A couple of years ago I started coloring my hair to save money and like it to appear that I'm on top of it on those rare occasions when I actually get a cut. I also find it's a lot easier to complain about a color that I don't like when I pay $6 or $8 for it than $60 or $80 at the salon!


Of course, I procrastinated life got in the way and I didn't get my color done before I went for a cut. I've been going to this guy for years long before I needed color so he knows my hair. Sometimes there's a communication problem like this time...he cut, I said the length is fine--thanks, he said it needed some layering and a few minutes and three inches shorter later, I walked out. Whatever, it's hair it will grow, right? And really who cares that I know look like a mom on a 1960s sitcom, you know, other than me?


So I get home and this is the conversation with Bug:


Me: What do you think of my hair?
Bug: Gray


I'm thinking if he continues with this honesty he won't have many second dates in the years to come.