Hello again...

Wow! That hiatus was a tad longer than I planned. We've been busy and my computer's been out of commission. Here's a brief rundown of what I've neglected to share with you. 


* I turned 36. Jeremy and I had a swanky kid-free night on the town that included a ham tasting. Yes, you read that correctly. I have also affirmed that I really enjoy bourbon - just as it is. Mother's milk, I tells ya. I don't know how I feel about it yet, though. 


* My computer got new guts and a battery and is working like a champ. Thank you, Jeremy. In other tech news, I have a new toy: an iPad2. I'm using it right now as a matter of fact. I hope to be using it more. Again, thanks to my Geek-in-residence, JT for the hook up. 


* There was a lice outbreak at Rowan's school. Thankfully we were unaffected. But, we did keep Rowan home most of the week as a precaution. Bugs freak me out. (shudder) And, Jeremy's been sick this week. So far, the rest of us remain healthy. 


* I wear glasses now. If I can snap a decent photo, I will share my new look with you. 


There, now you're all caught up. You didn't really miss out on much. My latest idea is to take my iPad to work and blog during lunch. We have free wi-fi down in the cafeteria (not at our desks, which I find typical of government). I guess we'll see how that works. Bear with me as I work through the formatting/compatability issues. 


Happy St. Patrick's Day!

I will get by.

This past Saturday was my birthday. The big 3-4. Thirty-four. It doesn't roll off the tongue quite like twenty-three, but it's alright.

A few days before this momentous event I found a most unexpected birthday present from myself: my first grey hair. Huh? Blondes don't go grey; we go brown! So, to soothe my psyche, I've decided to call it "natural highlights".

I am betting that there is some sort of correlation between the grey hair and the purchase of a minivan and a recliner. Just a hunch - but I think that whole correlation bit has something to do with aging. Sigh.

The Grateful Dead have a pretty good outlook on getting older. I leave you with some words of wisdom from them. Here's the video, if you want to watch and listen to the song. Feel free to don your tie-dye and dance along with me - the very pregnant, mousy-blonde woman with the single grey hair wearing a calico and velvet muumuu with no shoes, playing a tambourine. Jam on!

The shoe is on the hand it fits.
There's really nothing much to it.
Whistle through your teeth and spit
'Cause it's all right.

Oh well, a touch of grey
Kind of suits you anyway.
That was all I had to say.
And it's all right.

I will get by.
I will survive.