Big Plans.

I have a headache from thinking too much today. I almost thought I had a shot at serving on City Council today but found out I don't meet the residency requirements...I need to be here 9 more months. Bummer.

I guess if I'm looking to go into politics I should clean up my act a little. Not that I'm doing anything to make skeletons...I'm just thinking of my silliness factor. Then again, if I can't continue to be a little silly, I guess I don't want any part of politics.

So for now I'll just keep trying to make positive changes in my little West of Eden. It's a good town, despite the things that drive me crazy. I came back here because it is like my talisman...if a town can be likened to that. The community garden is probably enough for me to bite off right now, anyway. I've got big plans, though. Big plans.

DO NOT FEED THE WRITERS.

Michael just stuffed 15 pieces of Double Bubble in his mouth at once. He chewed it, blew one lame but sort of large bubble, and then spit it out. It looked like a tiny, pink brain.

Teresa (our accountant) brought a huge bag of assorted candy to work. She shouldn't have let the newsroom know she brought it. We are not mature enough to handle a big bag of candy. I just finished off my 8th roll of Smarties. Michael is moaning at his desk. No one has seen Josh since he got ahold of some Warheads.

We're falling apart in here!

Long time, no blog.

Wow...it's been ages since I've blogged. I've been distracted, busy, uptight, peaceful, moving forward, moving backward and finally, today....back on track. Yoga tonight. Eating better.

Grover was sick all last week and had to go to the vet over the weekend. $507 for a constipated cat. That could buy a lot of spring shoes, but oh well. I've learned, after 50 years, to just roll with things. Roll up, roll down...but roll.

I have already flipped Michael off twice today. (Common newsroom ritual). I don't flip people off outside the newsroom. It's rude and it hurts their feelings. I have better manners than that.

Anyway....it's finally starting to look a little more like spring out there. I have lots of plants in my garden, and I just need more money so I can get my studio set up. The Victory Garden is a go and that is keeping me busy. I've been making my bed every morning. THAT is an accomplishment!

Winter Begone!

Oh man...curly fries sound so good right now.

Anyway - what the hades is up with Oklahoma's freaky weather? My peas are just starting to come up...today is the last day of winter and it's supposed to be 70 degrees out and tomorrow we're supposed to get a blizzard???? Gimme a break.

Michael is gone from the newsroom today. It's just the four of us...Em, Jeff, Josh and me. It's already getting weird tho.

Swinging the Shallelagh.

Working on a story about "sexting".....whatever happened to writing love notes? Jeez...maybe I'm old fashioned but I think sending naked pics to someone is more than a little bit stupid and completely un-sexy. Anytime I have questions about propriety I always ask myself "what would Audrey Hepburn do?" I can guarantee you would never catch Ms. Hepburn sending risky pics through the ether for ANYONE to see.

Other than that, it's St. Pat's Day and I have no plans. No desire to drink green beer or go out and sing drunken Irish ballads. If I were still living in Seattle I would be going to Kell's to eat soda bread and drink Guinness...but here in Oklahoma there isn't a lot of genuine Irish fun to be found. At least not out here in the southwest.

I shouldn't even be blogging these days. The cold weather is making me so cranky my sense of humor and usual positive attitude has gone down the toilet. Watched it swirl and disappear about three days ago. I swear, this time last year I was wearing short sleeves and flippies every day. Maybe I just shouldn't blog until the temperatures start to average about 70 degrees.

Drain the grace.

Thank heavens the sun came out today.

In the newsroom, we are laughing because of one of Josh's typos. He was doing a cooking story with our local priest, and he was writing the priest's instructions for recipe...and he said "then you drain the grace"...ha ha ha. Leave it to the Catholics to drain the grace out of things. (I can say that...I'm Catholic).

All by myself.

I'm not ready. I decided that after talking to the cowboy guy on the phone over the weekend. I am just too content being on my own now. Simple as that.

It's Monday, and with daylight savings time just beginning, getting up at 6:30 a.m. feels a lot like getting up at 5:30 a.m. and it's chilly and cloudy today. That makes for one cranky day.

And Michael keeps yanking the back of my chair and it makes me feel like I'm tipping over. Some Mondays are just plain Monday-like. Today is one of them.