Whoo! Made it to work. Boy, is it nice to sit again. My legs are killing me. I'm so glad that next week is Spring Break!

After the grueling death march of a weekend I've just had, I now realize that this weekend my dad is coming up with his "friend" (feh, I don't care much for her), the next weekend my sister and a bunch of her friends (who I do like) are coming, the following weekend I'm probably going to DC, and I can't even bear to think past that.

But I'm playing hooky from work on Friday. I think I might go see the Pompei exhibit at the Field Museum.

It's those cute, little, naked, thrall-monsters. They have an eerie mind control over us; the more of them we are exposed to, the more we want one of our own.

For values of "we" that don't equal "Calli".

I hope you can get the leg cramp problems under control, vw. Ow.

Whoo! Made it to work.

I made it out the door for my run and am now back needing to shower, feed the bean, and eat. Hopefully, I'm going to follow vw's lead and get all this done.

Hopefully, I'm going to follow vw's lead and get all this done.

I have all the faith in the world in you.

Just talked to my boss about next week. It's Spring Break. I'm gonna try to work full-time and see how it goes. I'm kind of excited. Plus, it'll be nice to have the money.

I just talked with one of the other project leaders here at work. I may get to develop a database for one of the projects. I'm totally psyched!

yay money, yay database!

This is good. This is really good, actually. It's a very good sign that they want to give me big projects. It means I'm building some trust again and things just might work out. I'm very, very pleased.

vw, go you! Sounds like work is going to be just what you need for Spring Break. That sounds counter-intuitive, but hey, to each their own.

For values of "we" that don't equal "Calli".

Hee. That and for prospective grandparents. I'm more than happy to let my kids produce the critters, as long as I'm the one who doesn't have to take it home for care and feeding. Doesn't mean I'm not going to enjoy being in thrall to them while they're in my vicinity. Besides, isn't that what grandparents are for? Spoiling the heck out of 'em so your kids hate your guts for the next 6 weeks?

I like children, but I'm afraid I'm a bad influence. The last time I spent an evening with a toddler, I taught him how to make funny noises with his mouth. This is a friend's grandchild. She was telling me that he has been told about his upcoming 2nd birthday party and his mother heard him on the baby monitor repeating, "Party! Birthday! Cake!" over and over.

I am such a sucker for books. When I was walking this morning, I saw that someone had carefully put a '50s-era Better Homes and Gardens cookbook on top of the garbage can lid, hoping that someone would take it. The garbage truck was right behind me, and I couldn't stand it. I carried for another mile or so and brought it home. Like I need another cookbook in my bookcase full of cookbooks.