You Can't Win with Us

I’m sure you are wondering where I’ve been. Um, pretty much hiding from POLLEN. I don’t have spring allergies per se, but our pollen count is hovering over 8,000 when it is usually 800 to 1,000. Everything, it seems, has decided to bloom at the same time this year. While it is beautiful, I find myself with a sniffling nose and itchy eyes at days end. Every surface is covered in a light green dusting of pollen. I find myself praying for rain. ME! I KNOW!

Meanwhile poor Precious Youngest, off at school 135 miles due east of us, is suffering terribly. She developed spring allergies late in grade school which became more severe over time. We believe Oak pollen to be the main culprit. For a sixish week period in the spring she takes Singulair, Clarinex and Rhinocort ALL! AT! THE! SAME! TIME! and is still in abject misery.

So us warm weather, sun loving gals are hoping for rain. Mother Nature just can't catch a break can she?

Aw Shucks

Thank you for the kind words - but I’m FINE people. I wallowed in self pity and then told myself to get over it.

In other news:

• The Sun is out
• The temperature is warm and getting warmer
• The forecast for the weekend is GORGEOUS
• I’m planning to play in the dirt and perhaps get my pots planted
• I’m wearing my very adorable shoes
• There's a poker tournament Saturday night

See? Healing nicely!

Delayed Grief

Yesterday afternoon found me submerged in a bath with a glass of champagne; an unfinished bottle resting on the floor near the tub. And I had myself a nice, long, sobby, chest heaving, snotty, sniffling cry.

We’d enjoyed a nice Easter with my parents, my sister and her children. Precious Youngest, home for the past week for her spring break, packed up her car and drove back to college. And I found myself overwhelmed with a single thought: Our house is not “home” for our daughters any more. Not really. They call it “home”, but they are visitors when they come. Think about that for a minute.

I don’t think it is any secret that I adore my children. They are my life’s work. Thinking about who they are and what they’re doing with their lives makes me misty. They are doing all of the things I trained them to do, taught them to do, encouraged them to do. What in the name of all that is holy was I thinking? If you raise responsible adults they LEAVE!

I cried harder and longer yesterday than when I dropped either of them off at college the first time. I can only assume delayed grief to be the culprit. That it has taken me this long to come to terms with reality.

Reality? Bites. Big time.

Excusified

Excusified, as defined by Urban Dictionary:

1. Something/Something that's full of excuses.

2. Expecting remedy for what someone didn't do or was suppose to do.

3. Talking nonsense; full of shit.


Big Ass Event…blah…blah…blah

Precious Oldest home for Spring Break…blah…blah…blah…

Annual audit at work…blah…blah…blah

Precious Youngest home for Spring Break…blah….blah….blah

So many bloggable moments so little time.

Dauntless

Remember this scene from Saturday morning? That wasn't the half of it. It snowed the better part of the day and we ended up with over six inches of snow.



I took THIS picture Monday afternoon



I took THESE pictures yesterday




I can't believe it either!

Overheard

Fannie: (To The Saint) "Do you care if I eat the last of the pie?"

The Saint: "No."

Later

The Saint: "Hey, where's the pie?"

Fannie: "I ate it."

The Saint: "But ...but...you don't eat pie!"

Fannie: "I asked if you minded if I ate the last piece!"

The Saint: "But...but...you don't eat dessert!"

Fannie: "But I ASKED if I could eat it!"

The Saint: "YOU DON'T EAT PIE!"

Fannie: "But I ASKED!"

The Saint: "YOU DON'T EAT PIE!"

Fannie: "But..."

The Saint: "YOU DON'T EAT PIE!"

Fannie: "GAAAAAHHHHHH!"

The Saint: "YOU DON'T EAT PIE!"


Good Gravy!

Spring? Really?

I took Friday off. It was beautiful. 60 degrees and partly sunny. We uncovered the table on the patio, put up the umbrella and enjoyed a nice Al fresco lunch. The crocus were blooming and all was right with my world.


This is what we woke up to today; the first day of spring


My poor daffodils!


What the hell Mother Nature?