oh hai-low.  i can has thyme 2 blawg? 

Life's been working at mach speed lately.  All good things, thankfully.
I try not to make this into a personal day to day journal but then when I don't I find there is no time to sit down and type out what has been going on in my brain.  For that you should probably thank me.

Work is upside down right now, no time to get to this there.  That's what I like to do, you know.  Slap a post down on company time.  I figure that since I don't get a chance to take a lunch and I don't smoke cigarettes I am entitled to do this while other people are out back killing themselves and the flowers.  I'm pretty dead on certain that I have a job for Fiscal Year 11, and that's a good thing.  If layoffs come for me I'll take it with a smile in FY12.  A summer off with Jake before he goes to school?  Yes please.

Home is nice and quiet and comfortable, and I can't bear to have the computer open after sitting in front of the desktop all day.  I'd rather take my warm glows from the television and the fireplace and the reading light that rests over my shoulder and doesn't disturb me when I accidentally fall asleep before the ten o'clock news.

Jake has passed a, well, I'll call it a stage where he was assholey about everything and now he's bunches of fun again.  He wants to stay home all the time and when he doesn't want to be here he wants to be on his bike or at the park or on his bike on the way to the park. 

My cat is still alive, if anyone was wondering.  I've been giving her more wet food than dry and it seems to have almost cured whatever was ailing her.  In doing the research about whether dry food or canned food is better, I came across a quote on someone's veterinary page that went something like "dry food is mostly carbs, and it's not like lions and tigers chase biscuits across the savannah".  True that.  I noticed an instant change when I switched her food.  Instant instant.  It's like she's kittenish again.  And none of that sad low mewoling anymore.  If I would've known it was all due to her knotted up guts I would've switched her sooner.

What's it say when your paragraph about your cat is twice as long as the one dedicated to your kid.

Enter the crazy cat lady.

I've been doing all sorts of improv stuff lately.  That seems to be taking over nicely.  We haven't had a practice with the whole team yet, that comes next Sunday.  But there are all sorts of emails and texts and Facebook stuff (yes, I said Facebook stuff.  I caved and joined.  But I still don't see the point of it.  Blogs and emails and REAL HUMAN CONTACT are so much better than constant status updates about what ever current bologna sandwich stuff is plaguing everyone right now.  Yawn.) going on surrounding that, plus I have a couple practices between now and our class show (May 30th at the Shubin, I think, details to follow, you are all invited because it's free but seating is limited.  But it's byob so I suggest that you b some b and if you don't get in you can always hang outside and d your b out of a brown bag while you troll South Street.) so my life is pretty full of making stuff up as I go along.

What else is new, right?

The weather is getting nicer, despite the cold snap this week, and that's always a welcome change.  I'm not an indoorsy person (unlike my child, who is the indoorsy type and it kills me) but I think anything under 75 degrees is cold so I've been alternating between exuberant and totally bummed these past few weeks.

My lavender is in full bloom, and I'm dying for this weekend when I can open the sliding glass door that leads out to the deck and have that rosemary/tomato/basil/lavendar smell blow down the hall and put me to bed at night.

I've found small miracles in shorts made with the underwear inside.  For the gym, I mean, not for real life.  I always avoided buying them, but I found a pair on sale (adidas princess shorts, fyi) and they are so much better than anything I've ever worn.  The underwear keeps your shorts in place, so there is none of that tugging and yanking and crotchcrawling that happens in the natural course of treadmilling or elipticalling.  If this were the Oprah show, you would find a pair under your seats right now. 
They are that good.  I want everything in my life to have built-in moisture-wicking panties.
Everything.
I'm looking at you, kitchen gadgets and car horns.

I'm feeling better, by the way.  Most all of the awful side effects from that last migraine medicine have worn off and the ones that linger are manageable for now.  The new medicine seems to be working, and I'm taking it at half the dose the doc recommended.  I'm a little pill shy these days. 

I'm booked solid from now until the end of June, and it doesn't look like a Family Vacation is going to happen this summer.  I didn't sign Jake up for swim classes this summer because it was rough losing every Saturday to the class last year.  Hopefully that means more Saturdays at the beach or park or whatever.  Or maybe I can still sneak into the hotel pool where I used to work a decade ago.  You didn't need a room key to get there.  Maybe I'll check that out sometime after Memorial Day on my lunchbreak.  Dave's uncle still works at that hotel, but I'm guessing either we can sneak past him or he won't tell.  Either case, I'm keeping my fingers crossed. 

I'm in a wedding this summer in my hometown, and I'm seriously considering taking a week or so off and spending some time up there, if I can juggle work and life.  My dress should be in any day now, and I'm scared to put it on.  It's red, and I look terrible in red.  Did you ever get one of those pimples that are really sore and white in the center and red all around it?  That's pretty much how I look in red, my head and shoulders will be the purulent part.  I'm scared.  But I'll bet the black and white pictures will be the awesomest.  I have a fabric swatch somewhere and I think that if I get a water proof mascara and a good co-ordinating lip stain I'll be pretty for a good part of the night.

See?  This is why I haven't been posting.  Because my brain and fingers are full of things you could care less about...