I wonder why it seems like it takes forever for the first day of Spring to arrive, but the Summer goes by in a blink? And then Winter, it seems to last about 900 years!

Yay, and welcome Spring.

I have so many "around town" things I want to do, too. Museums and botanical gardens. Wonder of wonders, though, my family wants to come, too. Wow.

They like me, they really like me!! And they will actually be seen in public with me. That may seem like I'm trying to be funny, but there was a time when most of us were not on speaking terms. Add one baby, and some time, and we all seem to have come around and softened up just a little bit.

Yay for new beginnings. That's what Spring is all about. It's a "do-over".

oh, and by the way, happy birthday to my friend Michael. The Star Wars loving, Spiderman movie-explaining, air hockey playing, video game fan who can imitate Yoda better than anyone I'd ever heard. He makes me laugh, he's a lot smarter than he thinks he is, and through all the crappy stuff people can do to eachother, he's just a plain good friend.

*raises her glass*

I'm feeling domestic this weekend. I made a wonderful leek and potato soup that's a bit pureed for thickening without cream. It's a weight watchers recipe, though I had heard how great leek soup was, I had never bought any. Turned out GREAT but with my happy potato peeling action, I have LOTS of soup now. At least I can put some in the freezer. And I made the most yummy ginger cherry cookies. Like a soft, doughy gingerbread dough with dried cherries. YUM. I want to make some oatmeal-chocolate chip-dried cherry ones too, but they'll have to wait for now.

I shouldn't have done that, though. I keep gaining weight, and then getting really mad at myself. I can be downright cruel. It seems to me I am simply preventing my own success. What puzzles me, though is that it's almost like two different people. One bakes the cookies and finds herself snacking on things at work, while the other one works out and pours over cookbooks, looking for good things to make.

I need to have a meeting with both of them.

I used to put up with the minor pain associated with breaking in new shoes. I have hard to fit feet. Now though, I find myself wincing and whining to myself a LOT more.

I'm pretty sure that's one of the signs of getting old. That and making noises when I get up and sit down. At least that's what my friend Mark says.

*grumbles*

Is it too much to ask that people who work in a store actually be around the cash register IN CASE someone wants to buy something?? I put the crap down and walked out. Sometimes I want to run away and live in the woods.