The big fluffy flakes earlier were kinda pretty though, and they didn't accumulate.

I recognize the individual words, but put together, they make so sense.

JZ, I am afraid my bitter is so widespread, that if I tried to narrow it and use it for good, I would end up accidentally burning out your ear canal fluid or cornea or something.

Brenda, I am jealous of your beach. Go you!

This is what I want: to be sitting under a leafy tree, in a tank top and a thin skirt, with a glass of iced tea and a book I haven't read by an author I like, having NOT been trapped in the house with no money for 4 months, with no foreclosure stuff still in the works, after having gone out with my friends the night before, where we sat out on a patio and had martinis and wore cute outfits and there weren't 4 toddlers running around and no wet stuff falling from the sky and I didn't have to cook or do dishes or clean up pet fur for three days and when I did work stuff on my computer, the color I saw was BLUE and GREEN, not dirty grey and charcoal and black. And knowing my car has a full tank of gas and windshield wipers that work.

And I have $10 in my purse to go buy some damned lip balm and a cup of coffee that's not freakin' Hy-Vee.

That's all I want.

I am so damned tired of being a nice boring person. I used to not be.

Ok, I'm done. Little things add up, people. Little things make you mean and surly.

If I didn't vent here...well. I've got a spork.

So I'm leaving work really soon to go to Emeline's assesment for ADD/HD and I'm feeling really quite nervous and anxious about it. I'm terrified of Judgey McDoctor-Pants, even though he has always been nice, but I'm scared he's goning to think I'm either a bad mom cause she *does* have ADD/HD or that I'ma big giant fruitcake that's over-reacting to some behavioral stuff that can be fixed and trying to get my kid on medication when she doesn't need it.

I'm trying hard not to freak myself out.

• *To be clear - I'm not freaking out about Emeline may or may not having ADD/HD. That is honestly no big deal to me. I am totally being self-centered mommy and am worried that if she does have it, how Dr. Mc-J is going to look at me. I may or may not be rational and once again, a total asshole.**

Not a chance either of those is going to happen Aims. But I'd be convinced they would too.

Erin, you dream good. I'd be all over that.

Lots of not-freaking-out~ma.

the color I saw was BLUE and GREEN, not dirty grey and charcoal and black.

I'll admit it's looking a bit dreary out there right now. The cars going by all have their headlights on.

28 days 19 hours 39 minutes until spring.

Yes, I wrote a program to calculate that for me.

Tom, that has got to be the sexiest thing I've heard all day.

The grey days are the worst. Then we get breaks in the clouds, and the sun comes down and it's brightbrightbright off the snow.

I heard birds singing yesterday. I hope they're not in for a rude surprise.

Yes, I wrote a program to calculate that for me.

Heh. What did you write it in?

I could write a Mac dashboard widget to do that. Maybe I'll do that when I get home.

Oh! Also, now with this Cancun news I don't have to punch my sister in the face for all the text messages I keep getting from Aruba and shit this week. Win all around.

(Also win, if it's not yet apparent, was restaurant week at Blackbird where they messed up our order so things took a long time and they kept refilling my very expensive sancerre. And then I might have had to go pick up a few bottles on the way home too.)

Happy birthday to Bev and Benno!