Happy Spring!

Thanks for the thoughts, kids. I try to limit woe-is-me posts to a bare minimum, as it's a real tendency of writers and bloggers particularly to be overly melodramatic (ooh! I'm in a mood!  I know... I'll write about it!)... but every now and then ya just feel better for having been honest rather than pretending you have it all together.  I think it frees other people up, too.  I never see so many emails and/or comments as when I open up a little and admit I have moments where life throws more challenge my way than I'd like.  (Actually, I never see so many comments as when I post about the annual Nog Bong Contest... but other than that, candor rules).  And it makes me feel better.  So there.

I'm reading in the Psalms, and I love that David is melodramatic and complains and whines and tells God that he's pretty sure He's forgotten all about him... and then talks himself back around to reminding himself of how faithful God is.  This also makes me feel better.  :)  God has room for our rants.  Isn't that cool?

It is SPRING!  And at the LBH, I got some much needed yard work done yesterday in the sunshine (it was a flip-flop day for sure).  It was lovely.  I fought a rosebush and a mutant fern as I tried to pull them out (both of them had adamantly decided that in the ground is where they wanted to stay)... it was a long and bloody (literally -- stinkin' roses) battle, but I WON.  I am now nursing very sore shoulders, but hey.  Victory was worth it.

In other news, my brackets are completely shredded.  Why, oh why, didn't anyone tell me how much Tennessee sucked?  I could have avoided much heartache and perhaps ended up 50$ richer.  As it is, I'm still first place in the office pool, but I know my days are numbered.  Two of my final four picks are now out.  Hang it all.

Go Zags.  Puh-lease.  (Mockers and scoffers, please remain silent).

Have a great day, all.  Thanks for blessing me in all the little ways our worlds bump into each other, even from a distance.