Feelin' hot hot hot!

It's another great day.  It's too hot for April, but I'm so ready for spring/summer, that I'm OK with it.  I sat in the sun for my breaks today, and it was lovely.

I hate Brett's hair.  It's ok, he knows this.  I don't have to like it.  I've always let my kids choose the cut...I control so much, they should have something.  Anyway, we tease him daily, and he's so used to it, he has great comebacks.  It's just out of control...but Brett's NOT out of control, so it's ok.

Linda (my mother in law) gave me a lilac bush last year.  I didn't expect it to bloom until next year.  It's BLOOMING!  It smells awesome, and is so pretty.  I can't wait until it overwhelms my bedroom with the smell.  It's right under my bedroom window.  I love my house, and I love my yard, and I love my life.

Survivor was great, other than the castoff.  I'm sad about that.

Happy Birthday, Russ, I love ya, man.

A beautiful day, indeed.

Apparently, Mom wants me to give more detail about my previous entry.  Here it is:

My day was, as usual, quite stressful.  I find myself more and more, scrambling to keep up.  BUT, I have a great job that I'm great at.  I make decent money (although there's never enough) and I have job security, while many labs are closing (4 this year, that I know of.)  Break and lunch time was awesome.  Warm and sunny, slight breeze, perfect.  I just sat and smiled.  I love spring and summer...I really do.

Then, I headed home.  It was so warm, I was hot in my jeans, with the window down.  I put my left arm out the window and did the up-and-down thing with my hand, like kids do.  I took of my shoes and socks (I hate hot feet) and sang along with the radio.  I felt the grass under my feet when I got home.

The trees are budding, the grass is green and freshly mowed, the forsythia is bright yellow, the redbuds are bright purple/red, and flowers are blooming everywhere.  What a beautiful world we live in.  What a beautiful state *I* live in.  I always look up toward Mom and Dad's house when I drive by, and I smile, thinking of "home."

I am listening to great tunes, talking to my best friend/husband about life's issues, hearing the dog bark out the open windows at wandering animals, and enjoying the HELL out of life.

I may complain, I may whine, and I may go on pity parties from time to time.  Let all of that go, because I have already let it go.  I'm happy, and life is good.

There ya go, Mom.  That's why life is beautiful.

Today

It is, indeed, a beautiful day today!

Ready for bed

Well, it was a great weekend.  I didn't get a weekend last week, since I had a convention, so this one was welcomed.  Saturday was dinner at Mom's, and meeting her friend Joanna, and seeing Aunt Maxine.  Today was work, but fun work.

We mowed the yard (I did the riding part, so I could get some sun to my almost transparent arms and legs,) weeded a bit, measured for a deck I hope to build, cleaned the aquarium, picked up trash in the ditch out front (3 walmart bags, people are pigs...darn littering!) and the girls and I took a walk with the dog.

The Nascar race was great, although I admit I napped through an hour of it.  McMurray was out of it pretty early, and Edwards hit the wall toward the end, so I cheered for Tony Stewart, so at least my friends Lee and Michelle could be happy.  As soon as I made that decision, he was passed, never to see first place in the running order again.  *Sigh*  Maybe I'm a jinx.  Maybe I'll cheer for that jerk, Jeff Gordon, so he'll keep losing.  LOL

Anyway, the weekend was quiet and great and productive.  Now, off to bed to get ready for a busy week.  Many at work are away at the BIG convention in Vegas, so it'll be busy.  I'm ready, I'm regrouped, and I'm happy with my home and my life.  Night Night.

Survivor Thursday, and a storm a brewin'

The storm is getting ever closer, so I'll let the picture captions tell most of the story.  I love severe weather.  I threw in a few of the wall colors, the weather, Survivor fair, etc.  It's a grab-bag, so be ready. I'm gonna go watch the storm now, since the lightning is so close.  Peace out, dawgs.

Omaha pictures, finally!

I finally have time to post pictures from the trip to Omaha.  This is my last convention this year.  *sigh* I'm glad to be done.  The show was painfully dead, and attendance was reportedly WAY down, so it wasn't just us.  We had a premier spot right inside the door, but the crowd never came.  Boring days, 2 days of 6 hours of trade show.  ICK.

The trip up was fine, and we ate lunch at the Sunset Brewery.  The food was good, and I had one beer, to say that I tried it.  It was Raspberry Honey Ale.  Good stuff.  Jeff had something so dark that I SWEAR I saw him chewing it.  OK, maybe not.

We set up the booth and headed back to the hotel, where we gathered later for dinner.  Jeff and Patty got knee-walkin', commode-huggin' drunk.  It was funny, since they don't typically do that.  Neither of them drink much, so we laughed a LOT at the two of them.  Jeff even had trouble signing the check.  Needless to say, the second night, they had colas.

The trip home was long.  When it's time to head home, I can't wait to get there.  I want to blink my eyes and be home.  It doesn't work that way.  I got home about 8:45, which was almost 4 hours after leaving.  At least we got here, safe and sound.  I'm done for the year, and I'm glad of that.

The pictures can tell the rest, since I'm tired and the girls have to be picked up from church soon.

Oh, and thanks for those that appreciate boring.  Who else do you know that takes pictures of a shower head at a hotel, or a carpet, or a microwave?  Yeah, I'm boring, but I'll keep the journal for now.

Omaha, NStuff

I *did* go to Omaha, it *is* in Nebraska, it *was* work.  I *do* have pictures, although not as many as usual, and I *am* tired.  I'm not the best journaler...hell, I'm probably one of the worst.  I skip days at a time, I post pictures of shower heads and bare walls.  Let's face it, I'm a boring person, living a boring life.

I like boring.  It's who I am.

I don't meet famous people, I don't have a great hobby.  I don't see amazing places of interest, I don't have an interesting job.  I don't save the world, I don't donate to charity.  I am boring and bland and simple. 

I've thought a lot about deleting my journal.  It wouldn't affect many people at all.  I won't, though...I need my own web space sometimes.  A place to brag and a place to bitch.  A place to carry on about stupid stuff, and a place to put pictures.

If you come to my home, you better be ready for some shoes in the corner, some dust on the coffee table, and some laundry that needs folded.  If you come to my journal, you better be ready for some nonsense, some good sense, and some needing cents.  That's me.  That's life.  That's LifeNStuff.

Omaha pics will be here soon....honest.