Spring is here

Today is the big day - it is now officially spring! That said, I think it was barely 40 degrees when I briskly walked to work this morning. I also made sure to put my coat on this evening as I took a walk with Sam in the sun. It may be March 21, but my bum is still cold when I meander around town.

Now that it's spring, I'm getting awfully anxious to start planting away. Our townhouse has a lovely second story veranda that gets a lot of afternoon sun. Sam has taken on his first woodworking project of making planter boxes. The boxes are made of a beautiful red cedar, and I know whatever I plant in them will look good just because its container is so darn cool. We had decided to stain the woodwork in hopes to keep the quality, so Sam went out and bought a spray-on bottle.

So here I was on Saturday, St. Patty's day of all days, out back with the spray can and the smallest of the three planter boxes. Now you can imagine the excitement I had - this was the final step to the planter boxes, and just think, perhaps by the end of the night they could be full of dirt and flowers! So I drew my trusty spray can and let 'er have it. The only thing was, the stain was not clear, nor was it a pleasant brown, but instead it was about as Irish green as you can get! Oh my disappointment. I thought perhaps the green would go away after it dried. It's 5 days later, and let me tell you, it's no beautiful cedar red.

Moral of the story: Don't stain on holidays.
2nd Moral of the story: Let you spouse finish their own projects. :)

Morals aside, I'm glad spring is here.

Crying over books

When I was a teenager, I hardly remember crying. Sure, I would cry if I got hurt very bad (which was practically NEVER), but other than that my tear duct saw little action. I even recall my friend Devon telling me I was heartless when we would walk out of a movie theater together with her face all wet and soggy and mine was dry as can be. When it came to movies or books, I hardly ever cried. And then one day it happened, I became a woman.

It happened at about the age of 22 for me. I would watch movies with friends, and since it's totally socially unacceptable to cry in our society, I would force the tears back. One thing I've learned in the past few years is you can try and suck those tears back in, but they have this way of sneaking over the tear threshold, they just kind of overflow your eyes and gravity takes over from there. Down they go.

Last night I was reminded of this. I was finishing the book, "The Five People You Meet In Heaven". It's not really that the book is incredibly sad, it just hit a nerve in my body and moved my spirit - the one that likes to cry. And then the tears came. Poor Sammy, sleeping beside me, was rather startled to wake up to a sobbing wife. What was I crying about? I couldn't even explain it - I was just crying. The only good explination is that I'm a woman, and it's what we have to do every now and then.

I used to be ashamed to cry. While I prefer now not to cry in front of a group of people, I've learned that I can cry in front of some. People still love me, even if I cry - and I love them in return for that. We just have to remember, it's just another way to express emotion.

Technology, Technology - Everywhere!

Technology is fun. I got on this blog because I like to write, but thus far I have spent much more time tinkering with the settings than actually forming sentences. What can I say, technology is my life. I spend my days with databases, spreadsheets, and flow charts - and I love my job. Then I open up this and - Wow-wee - this is cool stuff. So much to play with. So much to do! Must go explore more of the capabilities and enjoy the "technology high". I'll return, I promise.

Attempt #2

Once upon a time, in a far away land, there lived a girl who wrote in a blog. True, she only wrote in this blog about 5 times, but never the less she put some thought into it. A rather sad attempt, if you ask me.

Then this little girl grew up, got married, and lost her blog (not to mention her old name). In attempt to gain back an identity and to fight back for her blogging honor (whatever that is), she created a new blog. How special.

So this girl-woman-thing is BACK once again.

The End (Or should I say, "Just the Beginning"?)