Oopsy-daisy!

Our Internet went out sometime between Saturday night and Sunday morning. I called AT&T all up in arms, freaking out, thinking it was totally their fault for whatever reason, telling them we needed the Internet to be fixed "RIGHT NOW!" ... because Alex had homework and I had some applications and lesson planning to finish up before this morning.

So, the Techno-Wiz-Guy comes to the house this morning, and discovers that it is our precious little Kimber that thwarted our service. She somehow pulled apart some tiny, itty-bitty little wires from the box outside the house. Tricky one, that little pup.

But, I mean ... what are you going to do with that sweet little face?

Confession

I watch Dog Whisperer a lot ... and sometimes it even makes me cry. I think Cesar Millan is a completely amazing person. Cracks me up!

Spring has sprung.

The heater is still an antique ... but it is working again (for the time being, anyway). I shivered until around noon, then the heater-fixer-upper-guy showed up and saved the day. Oh, how I was happy to see him!

While I was waiting, I finished dusting the house and re-arranging some drawers. Since I tend to watch trash TV while I am cleaning, I caught up on all of the latest celebrity gossip. That Jesse James ... what an "alleged" jerkwad!

I also found some true gems in the bottom of my closet that had fallen off of their hangers. Let me tell you, I literally jumped up and down when I found one shirt I thought had been eaten by the floor boards. It's nothing special, but it's one of those that is so soft and perfectly worn. Love those kind of shirts.

Alex surprised me last night by coming home a day early, which made today a great opportunity for quality time: George's for breakfast, followed by the mall and a pink Converse purchase (ROCK!), then She's Out Of My League ... which was pretty cute and funny. Since we have been home, we've been watching Monsters vs. Aliens, relaxing on the couch. Days like this are my favorite!

I'm sad to see it end, as now I am faced with the daunting task of getting ready for teaching tomorrow morning. 6am, you are not very nice! Speaking of, have I mentioned how much I loathe the time change? Because I do. I just think it's all quite silly. I realize it's for the farmer's or whatever ... but when you don't farm, it just seems annoying and disruptive. Mean, even.

It's especially difficult to get super jazzed about going back to work when you've had such a great day of hanging out and having fun. But, alas, that is life. I think I better get up and pick out an outfit, wash my face, brush my teeth, curl up with my current book, and cross my fingers that I can fall asleep before midnight.

Hope everyone is having a lovely beginning of Spring!

Not cool ... well, warm!

I thought one of the perks of renting was to have things that are either in tip-top shape, or to not have to deal with broken things around the house. But, then, I guess I would be wrong.

For the SECOND time this winter ... WHILE IT IS SNOWING ... the ghetto heater in our rental house has decided to crap out. The pilot went out last night and won't relight. I've tried about 10 different ways to get it back on, and the darn thing just won't do it.

Called my landlady and apparently the heater guy is coming by "sometime today." Well, I needed him to be here at midnight last night when I woke up with my teeth chattering!

I'm freeeeeeeezing!!!!!

And, of course, this junk always happens when Alex is out of town. I'm not sure he would be able to do anything other than what I am doing at this point ... but, still, it's like the heater has psychic ability ... "When would be the absolute worst time for me to break down?"

I guess I'll finish up my cleaning today. It might help a little to get the blood flowing. In the meantime, I'll just be chilling here at the house ... in full-on snow gear ... right down to the earmuffs.

10 seconds

I love grilled chicken salads.

I hate pot holes.

Lady Gaga frightens me.

Doing laundry calms me.

I am determined to plant a garden this year.

I would rather do anything than take out the trash.

I wish I could take the learning part out of sewing, and just know.

I could eat homemade oatmeal chocolate chip cookies all day long.


(All of that in about 10 seconds on the drive home this evening. The mind is such a crazy little machine.)

Green. Good.

Met up with Nikki and Joe today. I just love having awesome friends. And, seriously, if there ever were a couple who were "MFEO" (yeah, I'm a loser), it's those two.

I can't really say that I got them together ... because that would be a fabrication ... they did all the work. But I definitely had a hand in their meeting. It's nice to know that I had even a minor part in bringing together two people who are certain to be together forever. It's such a nice idea. Even nicer when it becomes a reality.

Sometimes I try to hide it and be "tough" and not sappy and sentimental, but it's all a lie. I'm a total romantic at my core. It's like that quote from Ally ... well, those TWO quotes from Ally.

"The idea that when people come together, they stay together. I have to take that with me when I go to bed at night ..."

AND (my absolute favorite, for so many reasons)

"The world is no longer a romantic place. Some of its people still are, however - and therein lies the promise. Don't let the world win."

I realize I am a total freak about that show, but it's just my absolute favorite of all-time. I relate to Ally on an almost sad level. The longer you live and the more experience, the more you toughen up ... but it's almost sad that you become what I guess could be called stronger.

The day you realize that love is usually more conditional than unconditional could be seen a day that transforms you from a child to a grown-up ... but it's not really the most celebrated step toward maturity, if you ask me. I still sometimes wish that I could have stayed ignorant in that kind of bliss.

But, really, I don't know. That kind of bliss for me would have meant staying with someone who didn't love me at all ... unconditional or not. And, in that case, I never would have known what it means to be loved at all. Real conditional trumps fake unconditional any day.

Plus, hasn't it always been said that there is no love like the one you have with yourself? I don't think it's meant to seem as narcissistic as it sounds. I think it's supposed to be motivational or encouraging or something. Either way, it could be totally true. I find comfort in it, either way.

But, yeah, back to my whole point. It's just nice to be around two people who you know are going to "make it." It happens so rarely these days. Sad, but true. It's just nice to see some proof from time to time ... gives us all something to aspire to.

Well ...

(It is important to note that today was a rare day in March ... full of freezing rain and snow that flooded everything and made my backyard look much like a swamp.)



As for that one in the photo ... there simply are no words ...