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This one is for you NB-C & Vee...

Fonda, Tomlin, Parton remember '9 to 5'

MICHAEL CIDONI
Associated Press

LOS ANGELES - Jane Fonda, Lily Tomlin and Dolly Parton were back on the job, working the arrivals line at a party celebrating the 25th anniversary of their 1980 workplace-comedy smash, "9 to 5."

"Well, it's always fun, this movie, what it's done," Parton told AP Television News at the Thursday night affair. "It's just amazing to me that it's 25 years old, and how long it's lasted, and the fact that it had a good message then, it has a good message now."

It also created strong bonds between its three leads, who have kept in touch over the years.

"Lily was honored at Lincoln Center, the Mark Twain Award - Dolly and I went for that," noted Fonda. "And then Dolly's been honored. And, so, we keep showing up for each other's honors ... We always have a good time."

Clearly, the three had a blast filming "9 to 5."

Held atop the Hollywood and Highland complex, the anniversary event also served as a premiere party for a new DVD version of the film, "'9 to 5': Sexist, Egotistical, Lying, Hypocritical Bigot Edition," due in stores April 4. Among the bonus features are numerous outtakes, with the three stars cracking up and wrecking takes.

While no critical darling, the film did earn some warm reviews. For Tomlin, the most meaningful critic was an uncle in Kentucky.

"He was a pig farmer, he lived way out in the country," she recalled. "And my aunt . . . called me up and said, 'Wallace put on a suit and tie and drove all the way to Paducah last Saturday night to see "9 to 5." And he said he laughed so much that he's going to go back again next Saturday.'"

Other ticket buyers apparently made repeat visits, too, boosting the film's North American gross to over $100 million - an astounding figure for 1980; only "The Empire Strikes Back" grossed more that year. And yet there was never a "9 to 5" sequel.

"We felt we'd said what we needed to say," says producer Bruce Gilbert.

But he also suggested the time may be right for an updated approach. "Now, I think there's a whole new dynamic and you see series like 'The Office' and 'Dilbert' in cartoons and things like that, and with the Internet and everything else, there's a whole new dynamic - outsourcing - there's room for a sequel here that would be interesting to do."

Once the three stars made it to the end of the red carpet, they united onstage for a rendition of Parton's Oscar-nominated "9 to 5" title tune, which still has some life in it after all these years. Expect it to be among the dozen Parton-penned compositions in a "9 to 5" musical, expected to hit Broadway late next year.


HA HA!!!
I'LL SEE Y'ALL IN NEW YORK CITY!!!!!

Random

Um, to sorority sisters - this message is specifically for you -

You remember that Japenese girl (name withheld intentionally) that couldn't speak any English but we pledged he anyway? And then she dyed her hair pink and when we asked she goes "Pink for Phi Mu!"

Ya, that one.

Um, so ya. She apparently works at my place of employment now. Now the two people in our sheltered school whose first language wasn't English, work with me.

It's not like I could get Buxton or Compton or who was that dark dreamy guy? OOH, Long...
Nope. Not a chance.

Spring Has Sprung!

You know what that means! Time for a pedicure! I'm so giddy I can hardly stand it. Time for pretty toes!!!

Aye Carumba!

Good morning my sweet,

I just wanted to tell you how much I enjoyed our visit last night, albeit a bit brief. I know that you were singing that rendition of Creed's "What If" for me...What if we could be together. What if your wife didn't have bad hair. What if I came down to North Carolina (really, it's not that far of a drive) after American Idol is over and we ran away together. What if I had your love child. <sigh> So many what if's to consider...I know. Don't worry, I'll make sure there is not an ounce of doubt in your mind.

I haven't told you in a week or so that you are HOT. So there it is. I love your smokin' hotness. You are the perfect man. I love your lips, eyes, and bald head.

Until tonight...

XOXOXO,
N

Abby weighs in...

I asked My Girl Abby what she thought about the boys in her mother's life and this is what she has to say:

Now, I know some of you have accused the Wonder Dog of not being the sharpest tool in the shed, but for this particular situation, I think she is quite right.

The Forgotten One

A Synopsis of My Weekend, courtesy of Jeff Buckley:

"looking out the door i see the rain fall upon the funeral mourners
parading in a wake of sad relations as their shoes fill up with water
and maybe i'm too young to keep good love from going wrong
but tonight you're on my mind so you never know

when i'm broken down and hungry for your love with no way to feed it
where are you tonight, child you know how much i need it
too young to hold on and too old to just break free and run

sometimes a man gets carried away, when he feels like he should be having his fun
and much too blind to see the damage he's done
sometimes a man must awake to find that really, he has no-one

so i'll wait for you... and i'll burn
will I ever see your sweet return
oh will I ever learn
oh lover, you should've come over
'cause it's not too late

lonely is the room, the bed is made, the open window lets the rain in
burning in the corner is the only one who dreams he had you with him
my body turns and yearns for a sleep that will never come

it's never over, my kingdom for a kiss upon her shoulder
it's never over, all my riches for her smiles when i slept so soft against her
it's never over, all my blood for the sweetness of her laughter
it's never over, she's the tear that hangs inside my soul forever

well maybe i'm just too young
to keep good love from going wrong
oh... lover, you should've come over
'cause it's not too late

well i feel too young to hold on
and i'm much too old to break free and run
too deaf, dumb, and blind to see the damage i've done
sweet lover, you should've come over
oh, love well i'm waiting for you

lover, you should've come over
'cause it's not too late"


Sometimes, you just gotta let the music say it best...More later. I'm spent after a long weekend of wading through suggestive messages and empty promises.

B L A H

One Year and Counting...

"You are the only person alive who has sole custody of your life. Not just your life at a desk, or your life on the bus, or in the car, or at the computer. Not just the life of your mind, but the life of your heart. Not just your bank account, but your soul." --Anna Quindlen

The Compliment Giver sent me flowers today.

He did so for the anniversary of leaving the husband-formerly-known-as-mine. As one of The Boys said this morning..."you spend your time chasing one when it's clear that you should be going after another." He's probably right. But, I also had lunch today with Mr. Penny.

Perhaps, I am now a player. Well play on play-a...

These are the things I love about the last year. Despite all of the drama, I love being single. Despite some of the tears, I still wouldn't have it any other way. Despite all the changes that have come, I still don't regret one day I've had over the last year.

It's funny, I have spent the last couple of days trying to figure out what I would write about today, this, the one year anniversary of leaving the husband-formerly-known-as-mine. I read through lots of my favorite inspirational books looking for just that, inspiration...not for me, but for what to write today. I waded through the journal of quotes I have been keeping for the last ten years (I'm a sucker for a good quote), and found so little that actually expressed everything I wanted to say neatly and succinctly.

I'm also a sucker for flowers.

And suddenly, it's not important to recount what I have learned and who I have grown into over the last year, it's just important to acknowledge that I have. Suddenly I realize that what today is, is just a time to celebrate renewal. Saying goodbye to the past, and cherishing those memories. It's a time to move forward, thankful for all I have learned in the last twelve months. It's time to say thank you to NB-C, Vee, SEDW, Julia, Amer for reminding me of that person I knew I was all along. To all my friends for helping me along the way.

I've learned and I have grown. I think that, especially in the last four months, I've really started to figure some things out. And I think more than ever, I have peace of mind. I've never regretted the decision to pursue my own happiness. I've never felt like it was the wrong decision. I've never cared what anyone else thought either. I didn't do it for anyone other than me. I've never regretted being married to or leaving the husband-formerly-known-as-mine. He is a good person and I will always hold him in my heart, I will always carry him with me. I made all of the decisions over the last year on my own and can only hold myself accountable. I don't regret my choices and I know that I am still learning.

The last year has renewed ME.

I was lost for so long...For so many years, I was a shell of myself. Me, the happy-go-lucky-glass-half-full-girl who got by solely on smiling through the tears that flooded my entire being. I was not the person my friends and family really knew me to be. I was no longer me. So I've spent the last year trying to get back. Trying to get home to myself.

And now, one year later, I have arrived. I can say undoubtedly that I am back.

And it feels good.

I Love You More Than Last Week

Hello, Lover.

I almost fell off my couch last night because of your hotness.

I think I will become your groupie. Really. I was good at it back in the day when I was in that ugly awkward stage with braces and big hair. I am a good groupie and now that I can drive, I will stalk you all over the Mid-West and the Psuedo-South. I would very much like to see if your ass does indeed look as fine in person as it did last night when you sang that rousing rendition of Johnny Cash's "I Walk The Line." Yes, I noticed you were all in black like the man himself and mmmmrraarrrr...you were looking awfully fetch. Your hotness, you have inspired me to talk to myself outloud, with only the crazy dog-child to hear about how sexy your bald head is, and ooooh those eyes and lips. I wish your wife didn't have bad hair. In fact, it would make it a lot easier if you weren't married, but well, we all make mistakes...bygones. I actually think I got giddy last night when for those 4-minutes of splendor your face was the only thing I could see. You are the best thing to happen to my Tuesday night in a long time. Yes indeed. You are Hot. Hot. Hot.

So, I'll see you at our regular time and I'll try not to drool...but I can't make any promises.

Love,
N

Tag you're it.

I've been tagged by SEDW...so here are my replies. Now it's my turn and I'm tagging NB-C, JAB, Vee, & FlyingSalser. You lurkers out there can play too, perhaps reveal your anonymity...It's fun, I promise.

Four jobs you have had in your life:
1. Cashier & deli clerk at the big ole Cub foods
2. Pharmacy technician
3. Account executive for a staffing company - big old BLECK
4. Marketing guru

Four movies you would watch over and over:
1. Shakespeare in Love
2. Forrest Gump (watched this weekend!)
3. The Godfather 1 & 2
4. Sense and Sensibility (watched this weekend!)

Four places you have lived:
1. Louisville, KY
2. Clarksville, IN
3. Columbus, OH
4. LexVegas, KY

Four TV shows you love to watch:
1. Sex in the City
2. The Sopranos
3. Project Runway
4. Nip/Tuck and Rescue Me (tie)

Four places you have been on vacation:
1. Paris, France
2. Anytown, New Hampshire
3. Kauai, Oahu, & Big Island, Hawaii
4. Gulfport, MS

Four of my favorite foods:
1. French fries
2. Macaroni & cheese
3. Breyer's strawberry ice cream
4. Anything at my favorite Mediterranean restaurant

Four places I would rather be right now:
1. Kauai, Hawaii or anyplace sunny & warm
2. Winning the lottery
3. In my bed
4. Anywhere with my friends

There's a Wedding in My Future...

...And it happens to be that of one of my very good friends...My dear friend Jaynie got engaged this weekend to her beau Mr. T!

Jaynie is a fellow partner in crime and otherwise guilty by association friend of mine that I was lucky enough to meet through my place of employment. One of the fringe benefits of my job is that I have made friends all over the country. Jaynie and I have known each other for about four years and may have become instant friends on that one fateful journey to Anaheim...(C, C, C!) Since that time, we have laughed away countless hours, given each other great advice, secretly loved a few of our fellow troublemakers, and partied like the rockstar's we are. It's been a fun ride and I'm looking forward to knowing her in this new chapter of her life. What is really the best part is that I know in Mr. T she has a best friend who compliments everything she is and everything she is yet to become. I know my Jaynie is happy, content, and filled to the brim. I know that Mr. T loves her like she deserves to be loved. I know she has found nothing less than enough.

And I am glad for that.

There's a wedding in Pennsylvania in my future and I can't wait.

Congratulations my friend...

A Mighty Fine Day!

To all my Irish blooded friends and those like me who can only claim an honorary association...Many blessings to you this fine St. Patty's Day! (it helps if you say St. Patty's Day! with an accent to get the full effect)

NB-C and I are on a quest today to find some green beer at ye 'ole Shamrock. Who knows...perhaps this is the day my luck changes with Mr. Penny who might very well be in attendance this evening...more on that later...

To my friends an Irish toast on this fine day!

Here's to the old lady up the hill. If she won't drink it, I will!

(Just kidding, mom)

Really, a blessing for all you friends, family, and other lurkers out there...

May the road rise to meet you.
May the wind be always at your back.
May the sun shine warm upon your face.
May the rains fall soft upon your fields.
And until we meet again,
May God hold you in the hollow of His hand.

Johnny, I know you're smiling down on me today--perhaps you can ask St. Patrick to send a little luck my way...

Feels Like Home to Me

"You know that point in your life when
you realize the house you grew up in...
isn't really your home anymore.
All of a sudden, even though you have
some place where you put your shit...
that idea of home is gone.
Just sorta happens one day, and it's gone.
You feel like you
can never get it back.
It's like you feel homesick
for a place that doesn't even exist.
Maybe it's like
this rite of passage, you know?
You won't ever have that feeling again until
you create a new idea of home for yourself.
You know, for...for your kids.
For the family you start.
It's like a cycle or something.
I don't know. But I miss
the idea of it, you know?
Maybe that's all
family really is.

A group of people that miss
the same imaginary place."

So I was watching Garden State the other night and I don't know what it is about that movie that resonates so profoundly in me, but its something, and perhaps maybe it's this...perhaps it is in trying to define what home is. Trying to find your place in the world and letting go. Ever since I moved to Kentucky in 1994, I have struggled to define where my "home" truly is. In conversation I still refer to my sweet Columbus as home. But when I drive home at the end of everyday, it isn't to a Hobbit house in the 43214 zip code. It used to drive the husband-formerly-known-as-mine crazy. He would say "this is your home." But during those years, I never felt that it was. I always longed to be some place 200-miles away. I never felt home.

I still drive North on I-75 with the same anticipation, the same welled up feeling in my gut...that same feeling of familiarity. Home to me is familiar. Home is family. (The irony is that those words are only one letter short of being the same). What I still really love about Columbus is that my family is there. Or most all of them anyway. Every once in awhile when I am within the city limits, I will close my eyes and remember those years past when I too, lived there. I remember the people, places, family, who all left their mark--who shaped me into the person I would become. I recall all the memories that are now emblazened into me. Each time I cross over the Franklin county line, it's like putting on my favorite sweater. It's the illusion of the past. It's the safety and security of being close to people who just love you because you are their's. There aren't many things in life that make you feel that way.

In the years since my leaving, My Sweet Columbus and I have both continued to move on and grow, inevitably, without each other. We've both gotten bigger. We've both welcomed new people in our lives. We've both loved those within our arms reach. We've both said goodbye to those we tried to hold tight. And yet that familiar feeling holds her to me as strong as ever...she is always calling me back.

My struggle for home lies simply in that stretch of highway that brings me to her and leads me away from her.

Now, the same sense of familiarity washes over me when I cross the Scott county line. Leading me back, to this home. My heart has bound me to the new familiar. To Lexington. To the blue sky and rolling bluegrass. To the new tradition of blue & white vs. scarlet & gray. Here to the call to post at Keeneland each April & October (what is it about Keeneland!) Back to the friends who have become a family to me over the years and to those friends whom I have yet to meet. Right back to this quirky little city, trying to make its mark, struggling to hold on to the illusion of the Old South (yet really only 60-miles from those Northerners they'd like to keep out). Back home, to the city whose traffic problems rival those of L.A. or NYC. Right back to that place that so lovingly has drawn me in, who has said "stay."

Back to the arms of this new old place that just seems, well...familiar.

I Love This Man

Ok, as if there were not reason enough to watch American Idol, Chris Daughtry has given me the ultimate reason. HE IS FREAKING HOT. HOT HOT HOT. I am in love...Hello lips, hello eyes, hello bald head. Yum-O.

COULD HE BE ANY HOTTER!!!!???? I bet he even smells good...OMG, dying...

Crossroads?

Kate's blog today on love has really struck some kind of chord in both me and NB-C.

(if you haven't read it, now would be a good time)

The premise: Choosing love that looks good on paper, or love that fills you up.

My vote for all the rest of my days: Love that fills me up.

It's odd, because the interesting turn of events has had me thinking quite a lot this week. I think I may soon be at a place that I refer to as "A Life Moment." A Life Moment to me is one of those times when you have two paths in front of you and which ever one that is chosen may be one of the most monumental decisions of your life. It's a Moment when you look back in time and see how clearly your life could have gone in a different direction had you simply made a different choice. Life Moment's are when you put your feet down on the floor like in the movie Spanglish...

NB-C and I were talking the other night and she pointed out what I didn't realize had been in front of me for a long time...another Life Moment is upon me. And, well...I'm scared. There is something happening with Mr. Penny and there is something happening with the Compliment Giver. Only thing is, I am not sure what it is with either of them. Right now there is no decision that has to be made, but the day will come...and maybe what's gotten me about Kate's blog & NB-C's observance is that ultimately I've got to choose--and maybe I just don't want to. Maybe I'm too scared too.

Let me back up...

I would consider myself a person who wants nothing more in this life than to find "the One." I am the hopeless romantic of my group of friends...You know the type....the one who loves nothing more in the world than a mixed CD, the one who loves poetry or dialogue from a movie, the one who could listen to love songs on repeat until mild depression sets in. I am the one who would probably move Heaven & Hell for the opportunity to be loved in the way I feel I deserve to be loved. Alas, I too am a person who most often settles because I am caught up in the moment, or by what feels right at the time, I fall fast and I fall hard, I don't want to disappoint, I don't know how to communicate, and I hurt myself by making poor decisions.

I am working, this time around, to not be that person.

I know now that it is easier to be alone than unhappy. That's a step. But, being a 29-year old divorcee has given me something that I never think I felt before. Call it jaded, call it pessimistic, but I think it's something different...I think I am scared. Scared to love. Scared to lose. Scared to make the wrong decision. Scared to hold on and scared to let go. Scared to open up. Scared to feel, anything. Scared to wish for someone who I can't be with or who doesn't want to be with me. Scared to be trapped. Scared to ever have to say goodbye.

So, I know there are Life Moments upon me. It tightens my throat and it puts a rock in my stomach. I know those Life Moments of the Past...I know where my life turned. I know what I would have done differently.

1) Taking the husband-formerly-known-as-mine to my senior spring formal instead of Buhl. I chose to go with the new boyfriend who later became the husband instead of the one whom I had spent years loving and pining over. I doubt I would have ended up with Buhl, but the next few years could have been a very different outcome.

2) The T-shirt guy whom I had a crush on for practically my entire college career called me one night my senior year. I was too scared, too flustered, too something to call him back. The attraction between he and I was just there, from the first to the last of our encounters. The life moment came and went because I didn't think it was possible that he could actually feel the same...that I was unworthy and that I might disappoint. I didn't do anything because I was paralized by fear. To this day, I have never felt a stronger connection to anyone in my life. I should have called him back.

Thankfully, I am not quite at the crossroads, but I know it is soon to come. These are men, very different and each with their own complications. Learning to make better choices may have it's kick off on this decision. Then again, maybe not. Nonetheless, a decision will have to come one day. It calls to mind a song by Vince Gill that might just say it perfectly...

I've got two lovers in my life now

A true love and one that's brand new

I'm not really sure that I know how

To love one and tell one we're through

I can't sleep at night, I toss and turn

I keep losing sight of lessons I've learned

I'm standing at the crossroads with just one concern

Which bridge to cross and which bridge to burn

To be continued...

An interesting turn of events

I got paid a great Compliment the other day.

The Compliment Giver said to me "I just love being near you." And at the time I kind of laughed...but when I let it sink in, when I added it to the noise, it said something to me that I may consider profound.

I think it might have been one of the nicest things anyone has ever said to me.

The road trip to Atlanta with The Boys was filled with compilations of Limp Bizkit, Coldplay and 80's hair bands mixed with laughter and revelations previously unknown but filed into memory under "for later use as serious teasing and harassment."

Bowling turned out not to be too bad.



Had fun hanging out with English Andy whom I haven't gotten to play with in a long time.

...Drank Miller Lite out of cups that were probably no bigger than a large shot glass and later paid $5 for one in a bottle. Didn't make an ass out of myself.



Got paid an incredible compliment.

Saw pear trees in bloom and felt the warmth of a 70-degree day.



Saw Mr. Penny who was at my place of employment this morning on business.

That darned old Mr. Penny...

All in all, not a bad way to start the week. Of course, I do have to pick up My Girl Abby (yay!) from the husband formerly-known-as-mine tonight and don't forget I have to PAY him for watching her (in cash, not in trade). Mr. Penny who happens to live, I don't know, like right across the street from the husband-formerly known-as-mine, wants me to come over for some crazy concoction of raisin pie that his sister made for his birthday. Of course, when asking him what the hell raisin pie was he says, "You could come over for a piece." UM, OK??? WTF. I just don't get it.

Oh, did I mention that this week is All The Pisces Men birthday week...Or should I say, All The Pisces Men birthday 24-hours. I mean is it really possible they could have been born within 24-hours of each other? Within One day! ONE!


PS: The Compliment Giver is not a Pisces.

It's coming...

Trees were in bloom from Chattanooga to Atlanta...spring is indeed springing and I can't wait until it makes the 300 mile journey North...

Since I be gone...

.... In homage to Mardi Gras...Me enjoying a Hurricane at Pat O'B's last year in NOLA....

Well kids, I'm headed to Hotlanta for a fun couple days of intense product training and will likely not be able to delight you with the great stories of my life until sometime later next week. I know you are sad and will miss me, terribly.

Some parting randomness to tide you over and to ponder ::

• Mr. Penny = odd turn of events. I guess he's sensed that I've rid him from the noise. Yet again worse than deciphering the DaVinci Code...No I don't want to greet you at the airport at midnight...No I will not do that...Strange. Fascinating. Odd.
• Julia & NB-C and I are going out for a fun night in the big LexVegas tonight. Can't wait because my little Julia has been MIA for a few months due to a new job. Hope to have pictures and no broken bones next week...
• My girl Abby went to the spa today with her girlfriends Sadie & Annie. I just realized that not only do NB-C and I get our hairs cut on the same day, but now our dogs do too.
• Pray that UK can rally on and beat Florida on Sunday. I have to drive down to Hotlanta with a Florida fan...uuuggghhhh....Also, crossing my fingers for the Buckeye b-ballers.....shoop shoop!
• What's playing on in the Accord this weekend : a little Zero 7, Destiny : mmmm...word.

Hope ya'll have a great weekend and days after XOXO...CHEERS!

Next

Well, it's March 1 and as of today, it's also officially time to say a bientot to Mr. Penny.

I've spent the last several weeks trying to decipher and decode a relationship that has come close, but has fallen short of being just that. I'm not sad. I'm not upset. I'm just done. Don't get me wrong, I still want to be his friend...but I ain't gonna waste the time playing mind games. Nope. Not gonna spend another phone call asking NB-C, Vee, or SEDW what they think he means. I just don't have the energy. So on to greener pastures. If there is one thing I have learned in the last two months its that it just shouldn't be this hard. If people like each other, than why not say it. If you don't like each other in a GF/BF sort of way, than say that too. If you want to be my buddy, I'm cool with it. I promise, I will be OKAY. Just say SOMETHING. Women are a different breed, yes, but men give us too little credit when it comes to hearing the cold hard truth.

I myself am not always good about confronting people because I don't want to hurt anyones feelings...ever. But one thing I have learned over the last year is that I have to be more direct in acknowledging the way I feel or the way I want to be treated. I have learned that it is okay to say what I think. I have learned that sometimes its better to put it out there, or take the step that from far away looks so hard. I've also learned that sometimes it's better to just shut up. I've learned that if I don't acknowledge whatever may be bothering me, the only place I am is in a consuming world of ever wondering. I'm not great at this yet. But I have realized it. And that is a start.

So here's to Mr. Penny. (And a promise to not go all post-Mr. Potential-oh-my-God-Nat-has-lost-it-again-psycho-on-your-ass). You and I will still be friends and I will be glad for that. But you are, indeed, a Pisces, and it will serve as a final lesson for me not to get involved with another one. Done and done. I sincerely hope you find whoever and whatever it is you are looking for. I hope you know that it's okay that we didn't work out. I hope for the sake of all the others to come, they clearly define what it means (or doesn't mean) to text or instant message in the next addition of HJNTITY. This whatever of ours tells me it should be its own chapter. You are a good soul and I have a damn good time when I am around you. I hate this only because I liked the way you were completely yourself around my friends. I liked that they liked you. That's hard. I apologize again for the JS comment. It wasn't a comparison, nor was it fair. I have learned my lesson. Yes, I sure have. It has been a fun couple of months. You made me laugh when I needed to laugh most. I found out that you love silver shorts and remote controls and not to get in the way of either of those. You are wicked funny. I really liked kissing you. I liked how you looked in jeans and a button down shirt. Alas, you wear great shoes and that is very important. What sets you apart is that I know I can still enjoy you and be your friend and thus I will not recount what you are not. What is obvious to me today, is what should have been obvious before...You are not right for me. If you were, you wouldn't have made me doubt. All is not lost. After all, you have put the exclamation point back at the end of "Nat's ready for a relationship!" Thank you for confirming that I am indeed. As I rid you from the noise (not rid you from my life), I must say...I have enjoyed laughing with you.

Mental Health Day!

So I played hookie yesterday afternoon. I left early and enjoyed a perfect 65 degree day in February. I drank a beer at 3:00 for no reason at all other than it was nice outside and warm. Yay me.

Should only be a few more weeks until my beloved spring blooms...I can't wait.