Thank You Computer Gods

I got the red screen of death the other day. No lie. Just like in a movie. Then big letters in the middle of the screen "physical boot dump begins now."

I screamed and did what any sane person would do. I turned it off. I couldn't stop it.

So that day I call the IT help desk. They can see my computer on Monday morning at 6:30. I was thankful. Even though I had to go a whole entire weekend without it.

And for those of you who have read long ago posts, yes, I was cuddling with my pink external hard drive all weekend long.

I had backed up over spring break and was pretty happy to have done that. I had also backed up my book. EXCEPT for the last 100 pages. Okay. I wrote it once, I can do it again.

So I drop off my baby at the doctor bright and early and head off to summer school. Yes, the summer school computer teacher shows up on the first day of school without her computer. Ironic huh?

So after that, I head to MY school to get all the disks for picture editing, the scanner, the document camera, etc.

And you knew it had to be in here somewhere - yes, I made a LIST of all the websites I might have lost from the favorites section and a list of countless other things that needed to be reinstalled.

As I walked out of my school, I grabbed the phone to call the computer doctor and check in on my little one. I could come pick it up!

I have to admit I was a bit worried, but mostly about how much time it was going to take me to reinstall and refind everything.

All worrying was for naught. I DIDN'T LOOSE A THING!!!! I don't know how it happened or why.

The doc said he "ran a couple programs and it started working." I was elated!!!!!! I walked out of the office hoisting it up over my head in joyous triumph. For once, it all worked out.

Date Differences

So a few posts back I did one about things you don't want to hear on a date. This one is a twist on that idea, stemming from something hubby said the other night.

Things A Guy Does Want to Hear on a Date
1. I'm getting drunk.
2. You smell good.
3. Have another beer! I'll buy!
4. That made me dizzy.
5. I'm ready to leave.

Things A Girl DOESN'T Want to Hear on a Date
1. I'm getting drunk.
2. You smell, uh, good.
3. Have another beer!
4. That made me dizzy (as you walk back from the dance floor after a fast dance without him)
5. I'm ready to leave.

Funny huh?

Do Yourself

Here it is folks. Just what you all wanted to hear. Things hubby might say to let you know you've let yourself go a bit too long and it's time to do something.

1. Are you going back to brown hair?
2. I am assuming with those toe nails that you are entering the tree climbing contest.
3. Do you need me to buy you some razors?
4. Is the tanning place only open during the times you work?
5. Did your curling iron break? (you can also substitute clothes iron, hot rollers, and hair dryer)
6. That makeup you're using must be getting old.
7. The pedicure place is under new management. I saw the sign. Want me to make you an appointement? Also along the same lines, With those feet, it's a good thing the satin sheets aren't on, huh?
8. Could that hair under your chin be attached there?

I have to admit, these are things he hasn't said. But I am feeling he is probably thinking them. Guess that's what I'm doing this weekend.
And if you thought I was gonna post another picture of my feet, forget it!

Happy Birthday to Me (a couple days late)

41. Sounds kinda not so young any more. But I still feel pretty young. Well, not pretty, but young. And not young so much as NOT old. Except on days when I FEEL old, achy and decrepit. Like when I don't get enough sleep, I push my body too hard, or well, add another cork to the collection.

Things I still like even though I probably shouldn't
1. trying to shoot out the star at the carnival
2. mini skirts and high heels
3. bikinis
4. long hair
5. loud music
6. riding rides at the carnival
7. making up games
8. having people sing happy birthday to me
9. my birthday
10. Corvettes
11. presents
12. birthday decorations

Things I should like more (but probably won't) that are better for my age
1. sensible shoes
2. old lady clothes
3. better coverage make up and wrinkle cream
4. cooking (that's just an absolute won't)
5. elevator music
6. quiet nights

A Room Wish List

Kathy over at The Junk Drawer http://www.junkdrawerblog.com/ often has me in stitches. Today she wrote about houses and it got me to thinking of the perfect house for me.

I would have rooms for:

1. one room completely dedicated to wrapping presents/gifts, with organized hanging sheets of colored tissue paper, bags of assorted sizes hung on nails, by occasion of course, a ribbon holder similar to a thread spool holder, scissors attached to heavy chain (so they couldn't run off and be used for other things by other people!!!)

2. a library - I am in desparate need of one - we have books in EVERY room in the house. Of course the library would have to have one of those chase loungers (settee?? - I don't know exactly what they are called) and a fire place, lots of sunlight, and my favorite blanket

3. a crafting room with all the different crafts stored neatly in their rubbermaid boxes and a super large table for getting it all out and leaving it whenever I felt like (of course this room must come with a lock on the door so no one else could see it)

4. a room large enough for ballet/karate with exercise equipment to make it look pretty (hehe) - and a whole wall of mirrors so I can see how stupid I REALLY look

5. a really good acoustic room for music, again, with LOTS of chairs

6. a greenhouse room, to keep indoor plants and me alive during the cold dreary winter months

7. a room lined with shelves for shoes, organized by color, then heel height - wouldn't that just be dreamy???

So honey, get the hammer and saw and get building! HA!

What REALLY Happened

Okay, so this morning was NOT my problem. I was up - about a billion times last night. Couldn't sleep. I'll tell you why.

My loving, grieving husband invited my dog's spirit in the house after he died (the dog). (Where else would he go? Dogs aren't in heaven so I've been told.)

So last night was my first night in the house alone. With the ghost dog.

He huffed, and sniffed and tap, tap tapped on the floor.

Needless to say, I was scared s word less (see previous post).

I was GLAD to go to work today. (which I always am, but I am also a homebody and love being at home piddling)

So now I know we gotta fix the fan on the furnace, need to get some limbs away from the house, and ask the neighbor NOT to start his weed eater after dark. But in the dark, things can sound awfully different.

I told everyone at work about my harrowing night. As I left, I explained that if I didn't show up to work tomorrow, it meant I died of fright. So at least now I have a good reason to be late to work tomorrow besides "I had to make my lunch AND the coffee."

A Bunch of Tidbits

Of course, in list form.

1. I have to make my own coffee tomorrow and pack my own lunch. I have to get myself out of bed on my own. I'm just so not good at these things.

2. Tomorrow one of my pictures, along with a prompt, will be at this site for creative writing. I'm excited and nervous. I don't even know what picture it will be! I will check it in the morning to see if I can use it with my students. You can check it too :)

3. I am knee deep in writing a book, and loving every minute of it. I love my characters, I love the story. It's why I have been so "absent" from here lately.

4. I am teaching about poetry to my students. I am tired of hearing about puppies and rainbows. They (not the puppies, the students) are banned from writing acrostic poems. I told them that poems didn't have to be "pretty." They could be ugly, painful, and nasty. One of the kids pipes up, "Can we say blood?" I said, "No" and someone cut me off, saying, "It still has to be appropriate." And I continued, "Yes, appropriate." Another little guy, Mr. Perfect Student, adds, "Yeah, you just can't use the s word or the f word." Well, what do I say to that???? I just said, "Yes. Right."

So, in honor of my Mr. Perfect Student, I will write a poem about what I HOPE doesn't happen tomorrow morning.

S word! No alarm?
It was set. On.
AM? PM! F WORD!
S word of a B word -
Run. Faster. Yep, clean there, move on.
A 3 car accident? I'll never make it.
F wording S word! Where's my F wording coffee?
I'm guessing that isn't blood running down the windshield.

Things You Don't Want to Hear

Things you don't want to hear your date say

That's the topic of the blog today, largely due to last night being "date night" for hubby and I. I set aside one weekend each month and then he picks the night for our "date." He has my complete and undivided attention (which is actually pretty hard for me because of the whole attention thing).

So last night, for date night, we decided to get the ACDC rockband CD and play all night long. (Yeah, easy, cheap date, but we knew we would have fun)

After one particularly difficult song on the drums, I commented, "That got me sweating."

Of course, hubby came back with the sarcastic line, "That's what you want to hear from a date. Very romantic." We had a great laugh, and then I got to thinking what else you wouldn't want to hear from your date.

1. Watch my scab. Careful.
2. I had a spider in my ear once.
3. Can you do this with your toes?
4. Do you smell that?
5. I need to shave my back.

Okay - add to it folks :)

A Real Pain in the Eyes

I'm here today to talk about my eyes. I'm getting ready to go crazy.

Off and on for the last three weeks I have been coughing. Ok. Fine. I can deal with it. But what I absolutely cannot deal with is stuff coming out my eyes that looks like it should be coming out my nose. It's so attractive in the morning.

Now I have a new symptom. The evil red eyes. I had them one day about a week and half ago. They were REALLY bad, but they didn't bother me.

Today, well, I'll make a list of all the things that they felt like all day long.

1. Someone splashed fingernail polish remover in them.

2. I ran through cedar trees with my eyes open (yep, did that one in real life so have something to compare it to)

3. Every time I blinked, someone who thought they were funny, rubbed sandpaper on my eyeballs.

4. Like I opened the little pop up lid of the toilet cleaner and it spouted into my eye at 2 in the morning (yep, that happened in real life too, and the memory is pretty vivid)

5. The cat tried to claw my eyes out while I was sleeping (I don't own a cat)

6. Like I swam 5 miles underwater in a heavy cholorinated pool, being pushed by a motor boat going 60 mph.

7. After staring at the sun for 11 hours, the eclipse finally happened.

8. The mascara I have had bacteria in it and it is eating my eyelids away (another true one, although my eyelids stayed intact) (And no, I just bought new mascara about a month ago.)

I'm getting ready to go pirate. Arg. Where's me patch?

And yes, they really hurt that bad. How will I read about Bella and Edward tonight before I go to sleep?

On to Something Not so Sad

Really, just bear with me for a minute while I set up the background.

My dear friend's husband's memorial service was today. As we got there, we all piled in and the line to see her was long. But I couldn't go up. I couldn't do that to her - I cried the moment I walked in the church and couldn't stop for about 20 minutes. And she was being so strong.

Later in the service, the pastor had a "moment" when everyone could hug, kiss, greet, etc (peace be with you and all). I had gained my composure and headed up to see her.

I got there and hung back but she seemed a bit tired of whomever was monopolizing her at the moment. She finally reached over and just grabbed my hand and pulled me over. Hugs, love, all the good stuff. Then she smiled at me and said, "Did you see my shoes?" I had to tell the truth. OF COURSE I HAD! And right there in the middle of her husband's memorial service - we giggled.

Ahh, girlfriends. And I knew her husband HAD to be smiling down too.

But back to the "moment" of greeting. Obviously, the poor pastor had never turned the room loose to a bunch of teachers before. We are SO worse than our students. He tried clearing his voice (yeah, right), making hand signals like he was rounding up a herd (we were more like a stampede) and finally had the organist play a chord. That poor organist played the same chord over and over for at least 5 minutes trying to get everyone back in their seats. When it all settled down, his first comment was something about teachers (I couldn't hear as others were STILL chattering, but I did hear "teachers") and everyone laughed.

It's nice to have a friend that is so loved by so many.

Self Help Group

I am thinking of starting a new group at school. Teachers and students alike would be welcome. The Twilight group. We are just such a mess! Half of fifth grade is reading it and there are a couple teachers who are just about where I am as far as being insane.

Today I finished a really long read aloud to my kids. They were five minutes late to lunch because they wouldn't let me stop and we were so close to the end of the book. I had read it last summer after our social studies coordinator had given them out. It's about a young girl living in Missouri during the start of the Civil War. The kids were totally hooked, as I started it to kick off our historical fiction unit. You can learn more about it by clicking on the link.
A Voice From the Border
While it was from a girl's perspective, there was plenty of guns and battles to keep the boys interested too.

The most wonderful part had to be the intimacy our class shared as we read/heard. We all would gasp or suck in air loud at the same points of the story. It was so funny! And at points, I would stop and ask how they were feeling about the book. Several commented "It's why I came to school today!" and that made us all laugh. I also asked them if they would have every chosen the book (after I read them the summary). All of them admitted they wouldn't have. So I would like to think that this has opened a new door for them.

I absolutely LOVE historical fiction and Avi (the author) seems to do it best. I think I have read all those books. Yet, I failed American History in high school. Yes. It's time I owned up to that scandal.

I had American History as a requirement my junior year. I passed the second semester, but not the first. It was first hour and just SO boring! So when I failed, I had to change my report card. Not once. I had to do it for two years.

That may sound impossible, but let me continue.

So, all second semester, I had to change the grade from first semester because it still showed up on my report card. And what grade did I give myself? Well, a B of course. It matched closest to the letter F. The were computer print outs and a bit of smudging made it look exactly real.

Over the summer my parents received something in the mail about me having to meet the requirement of American History. (I hadn't planned on something like this coming!) I quickly explained it away, saying I was chosen to be in an ADVANCED class of American History. Of course my parents believed me because I always got A's and B's. I had recently just written a speech and won a bond for writing about war and American society. They had no reason NOT to believe me.

So, Senior year comes and here I am in a class with juniors, retaking a semester that I had failed. And what did I do at report card time? Well, the grade actually was a B (because the teacher was OUTSTANDING), but the course listing was MOD AM HIST. (You would think I would have gotten an A since I was actually repeating but it just goes to show how much I DIDN'T get out of the first class.)

I changed it to ADV AM HIST. This was a bit trickier but my report cards always seemed to get wet or sweaty or something, and of course they were highly smudged. And of course, I had to do it the whole year because the first semester was included on the second semester report card.

Okay. I feel way better now. And my mom already knows the story, so it's okay if she reads it. :) The whole thing was just so unfair - I should have never failed in the first place if I had had a good teacher. I don't care how early it was. And I can say this because I strive NOT to be THAT teacher.

I think my kids are in to history. I LOVE math and writing. And I adore science, although it isn't my greatest subject. Reading, well, what isn't there to like.

Yes, I am a teacher and yes, I failed a class in high school. Oh well. Thank goodness I didn't let affect my life.

I'm Hoping

I feel I reached the turning point last night. This morning was pretty rough again but overall I feel better and seem to have improved throughout the day. Maybe cause I didn't have to expend much energy today teaching because it "MAP testing" season.

We started today. I hate it. It is so boring for me. I would much rather spend my day teaching than watching the kids chew their pencils and okay trips to the bathroom.

I don't look good though. My eyes are a lovely shade of pinkish red (where they should be white). They are pretty slitty too. And I didn't have enough energy this morning to curl my hair. And no kidding - two people told me I looked pretty today. ?? So when I spend an hour and a half getting ready I don't??? Are reddish eyes in fashion - maybe because of Twilight??? I just found it absolutely hilarious. But I thanked them all the same (and inside I rolled my eyes and thought maybe they needed to really look first, then say)

I'm off to write - I haven't checked out today's creativity portal prompt and I am pretty excited to see what it is and write. I've just been in that mood.

The Sun Will Come Out Tomorrow :)

Here it is, the eve of my mailing date. The entries are all edited and revised (finally - only took 3 people plus me working non-stop to get entry 1 down to 12 pages - ick)

Only a few minor things to do. Write the contextual information section (small) about my school and district. Put my number on all the pages. Order them and paper clip them and put them in the right envelopes. Then seal up the box. Now there is a pleasant thought.

Two years of work going through the mail. That causes sweaty palms and head spasms. Why just the other day when the FedEx plane burst into flames I was pleased that I had gotten my 2 class computers back the day before. (not that they went any where near China, but still)

You hear stories about mailmen, I mean "mailpeople" dying and then they find all this mail in their garage. Maybe an urban myth? But still, who HASN'T ever had a piece of mail lost??? And insurance??? Forget it. You better have a receipt and then some. What kind of receipt would I give them for 60 pieces of paper and 2 CDs that have taken two years to compile?

Receipt - one arm or leg, whichever you choose. Throw in one fried brain. We might come out even.

It's funny. I haven't let the packet out of my sight for days - I cart it everywhere (and yes it's heavy). My poor 'puter is so backed up that it is probably insulted. And here I am getting ready to mail it.

It has to be like letting your child go off of to college. No, more like letting your baby go off to college because my poor box won't be able to speak up or fend for itself either.

But all of this wasn't the purpose of the post. The sun WILL come out tomorrow. I am sure I will be relieved and happy and have a weight lifted off. And I know for a FACT that the Midnight Sun will shine tomorrow, as I just found out that there are 12 CHAPTERS online at Wikipedia. I am saving that reading (Edwards point of view of Twilight) for celebrating tomorrow :) - if I can.

So tomorrow I say, Go Forth, Baby Box, and go straight and true to your destination. Beware of vampires lurking, mailpeople garages and fiery planes. Amen.

And the Torture Continues

Wasn't I just here with all these mounds? Did I ever leave? Have I progressed at all?

And in the back of my mind, Edward and Bella and Jacob and the whole rest of the bunch are still lurking . . . If I can just get this stuff done, then I can enjoy :)

Sorry, just had to take a break and say hi to y'all :)

Sunday Sunday Sunday!

I am LOVING the colors in my new blog header!!!

Anyway, we celebrated St. Patricks Day last night (a bit late but when you are Irish, it really doesn't matter - you can celebrate all the time :)) It was soo good to see all my cousins that I so dearly adore!

For the biggest laugh in the world, you HAVE to check out my photoblog ( http://photodaisy.blogspot.com/ ) to see a picture of my niece "cutting loose." Its got to be her rendition of Riverdance. I was laughing so hard I was crying when I got home and saw I had caught that picture.

Well, tomorrow is back to work. I'm not sure I'm ready but it doesn't really matter. It's coming anyway so I better make the best of it.

I am still addicted to the Twilight stuff. I made a playlist that takes me through all 4 books (by mood and words in the songs, etc.) Of course hubby thinks that is insane, but I think it is a great way to keep reliving the fantasy and save the magic :)

Oh, and as I part, I will leave you with some words from hubby last night as I was getting ready to go see all my family and cousins (he didn't go this year).

I was putting on perfume. He said, "What's that for? You inbred." (like I wanted to attract family members) It was absolutely hilarious!

Hippity Hoppity Here Comes Peter Cottontail

No, really. The real bunnies. It seems they have come out of hibernation or something and they are all over.

I just took some adorable pictures of the little monsters. One was at the basement window looking in and I was looking out - I guess it looked like a mirror to him.

And yes, while I love them and their adorable little selves, they ARE monsters. At least to my newly sprouted snap peas, lettuce and spinach. (which were planted on Valentine's Day) My poor little babies are about 2" tall and those bunnies think, well, I guess they think I planted them just for them as a "Welcome to Spring" homecoming banquet.

I have dealt with this frustration before. I finally found something that works and I will share my secret with you :)

Put 1 tablespoon of red pepper seed (like the kind you find at some pizza places) in SUPER HOT water (about a quart) and put it in a spray bottle. SPRAY EVERYTHING YOU DON'T WANT THE BUNNIES TO EAT and spray the ground around the plants too.

Now granted, during the wet season, this needs to be repeated quite a bit. But it so works and is environmentally safe :) Well, unless of course you happen to have a drippy squirt bottle and it leaks onto your hand and then you wipe your eye cause you forgot it had gotten wet. Or if you wipe your lips. Or if you wipe your face. (You get the idea - and yes I've done it. Of course! It wouldn't be me if something dumb hadn't happened.)

Don't I sound so normal today?? You would think that I had finished the entire Twilight series around 2 am or something. And was pleased with the ending that I wasn't going to read.

I am so lucky. I married my very own Edward. Okay. I think I am done :)

Heading out to find the leaky spray bottle in the garage!

A New Society

I've talked about this before. I am not a morning person.

Here I am on day three of spring break. I have successfully changed my world around to the way I like it. That means:

I don't get up until 9 or 10.
I don't have to talk until 11.
I have very little movement until 11 also. The movement consists of raising my coffee cup and moving my fingers to type.
I get sleepy around 2am.

I decided to get a tanning package for the week and therefore have to go every day, so I have violated my rule of leaving the house. I so enjoy staying home and going nowhere. I have plenty to do here. I am easily amused.

There really is a whole bunch of us that are like this but we are forced to live in world that thinks 7am is sleeping in and after 10pm you turn into a goblin. How has this happened? Why haven't we formed our own society where we can live (and sleep) in peace? We should at least have our own neighborhood where we aren't judged harshly by our neighbors when we walk out at 11:30 in our pj's or robe to get the newspaper.

Our new neighborhood wouldn't have trash pickup until AFTER noon. Cutting grass would be considered a night time activity and we would all have lights on the mowers. No deliveries until after noon and that includes the post office, any appliance stores, and /or movers. Dogs wouldn't be allowed out until noon. But they could be out as late as 3am. Roofers and that constant tap tap tapping would only be allowed on roofs after 3pm.

We could have our own TV station - Good Morning at Noon! would be the most watched TV show. After dinner movies would be shown at 9pm.

Are You Ready? Are You Set? Are You GO!

Look out folks. With me now being officially off for ten days, the posts are liable to come fast and furious :)

The title is how I used to start races when I was little.

So if you will remember the other day when I was complaining about the wind, you can also notice the photo. THAT happened that day. That is the neighbor's fence on the top of my waterfall. Hubby also saw a large tree in the woods twist off and fall (and yes, he heard it). He also saw a tractor trailer that was used for advertising turned over on its side. And we had a few tornados in the area, but nothing too close.

Today was "the movie." Puberty in its finest for all the girls and boys. They are separated of course, into two class rooms. Mine wasn't used (thank you!). The nurse showed the girls pads and tampons. They passed them around. They asked questions.

They boys watched their movie and went out to recess.

We then all came back to our classrooms. 15 minutes later, my teammate comes running in my room with a story.

It seems that one of her boys had walked up to her desk with the "show off pad" stuck to his finger, dangling, and said, "Someone left something on my desk."

Clearly he didn't know what it was but was quite upset that "something" was on his desk. My teammate was so shocked. She looked around and no one else seemed to have noticed. She said, "I'll take that" and threw it in her desk. Me, personally? I would put it in my "Funny Folder." I was laughing so hard I was crying.

Then of course there was me today. Butt cheeks tucked tight, I scurried back to my desk as students were packing up. It was noisy. They wouldn't hear. And so IT came out. And I immediately hear, "Mrs. ______" right behind me. Geez. Glad we had that talk about gas at the beginning of the year.

And then at the end of the day, I got news that one of my students has finally been diagnosed. It isn't good. He has a severe disease. He probably won't live very long.

I'm glad he is in my room. He makes us laugh. He brings me an apple almost every day. I know for a fact that most teachers wouldn't want him in their room, as he comes with "issues." But he has really helped our class become a kind community.

Spring break is great, but I will miss the kids over the next 10 days.

Go To BED Young Children!

Spring break starts on Friday the 13th. I am not superstitious. As a matter of fact, I have always liked Friday the 13th and feel it is more lucky for me. But that's me. And no I am not a witch. Well, maybe my students think so, but anyway. . .

We have been learning the art of written persuasion in the classroom. Well, I have been teaching, they have been learning.

Sometimes someone says something (who knew you could put so many "some" words all together?) and you just KNOW they have been watching things they shouldn't be watching.

The topic was "Your school is banning TV watching during the week. Do you agree or disagree? Persuade someone to see your side."

A couple of the girls actually opted for the banning of TV (it didn't surprise me). Word got around the room and some of the boys were shaking their heads.

One couldn't stop there. He blurted out (now remember this is fourth grade and they are at most ten) , "Oh my gosh. Girls gone wild!"

Obviously, TV should be banned in his house late at night.

Just Ugh in General

I'm not a big fanatic of March. It has been fine/okay up until now because it was acting like February. And while I love the fact that spring is coming, there is a whole bunch of things I forgot about that I don't like.

1. The wind. I hate wind. It's loud and noisy. It makes me want to stay inside where my head is protected and I don't have to worry about limbs flying through the air and landing on my head. (Yes, we have lots of old trees around here, so that really is a legitimate worry.) You can't wear skirts in the wind - need I say more? Windyness is about the only positive point about putting on more weight though. I no longer worry about getting carted away or knocked over. (gee, why doesn't that make me feel better?)

2. Crazy weather. About an hour ago I looked through the window and it looked like we were in the middle of a hurricane. Rain was coming down in sheets. Trees were bent almost halfway over. Now the sun is out brightly and it is super windy. How on earth is a girl supposed to plan a wardrobe/outfit for extreme weather changes? Ick! It's probably 65 to 70 degrees now. I think we are supposed to have snow in two days.

3. Good Friday (I'll put this here because while it sometimes lands in April as it does this year, it sometimes comes in March.) If memory serves me correctly, this is the day Jesus died. Kinda not really good. And being raised kinda Lutheran, we don't eat meat that day. And I always forget. So every year on that day it is reaffirmed that I will go to hell. There's a real bright spot I can always count on - ha!

4. No matter when spring break is, it never comes early enough. By this time the kids are crazy and the teachers are so stressed that we are like a bunch of menopausal or pms ing wild women ready to bite. Our fangs are barred and we have assumed the catlike hunting crouch. Woe is the person who invades our dangling rope to sanity. Pounce!

5. Spring forward - are they nuts??? I HATE losing an hour. Blink and an entire hour is just gone. You didn't even get a Chance to waste it blogging! Plus you spend the whole day wondering if you will be able to wake up on time tomorrow and if the clock says the correct time or the old time because maybe hubby changed it and maybe he didn't. Or maybe you did, but you forgot you did it. Or maybe you thought you did it but you can't be sure because it happened in that mysteriously gone hour. Ugh.

6. okay, there is one good thing about March. St. Patrick's Day. Green beer, celebration and corned beef do help you forget about the wind, dictate what to wear, regardless of the weather, helps you forget you are going to hell for eating meat, and reminds us that we can drink green beer all week long on spring break. And that hour you lost? Enough green beer and you don't even care what day or time it is :)