it was a short story to tell, over and over to myself

i think it worth nothing that i found that graphic here, it's a site in which you pay either a "southern tech type" or a "sassy redhead" $5 a question to get the answers that will help you get your chick. this reminds me that i need to come up with an idea on how to take vulnerable people's money. the stamp itself though is more a testament to my inability to write everyday. i haven't given up yet though!

so should i give you the play by play of my drive in this morning, or perhaps a quick recap of the 100 calls i answered today? both incredibly riveting. yesterday, on the drive home, there was a car load of frat boys behind me for three blocks, they were singing and head bobbing to what i can only guess was some rap song about gettin' chicks. it may have been the highlight of my day. no wait, it wasn't. i remember now. i went down to the beach for my lunch, something i often do, and as i sat eating my leftovers and rocking out to my old lady music i watched a bald eagle hunting for it's lunch. diving in, back up, and then soaring in circles. the rhythm of the bird's movements almost seemed to be in time to the tunes. that was pretty good. the frat boys were a close second though. i think that is saying something.

whenever i call my mom she says, "so how are the kids?", and it just occurred to me that maybe you are wondering the same thing. the kids are good (which is better than ok, but less than great!). ada has a bit of a wet nose, and cohen is transitioning out of the nap, so it isn't all fun and games, but as far as these things go it is pretty good. tonight they ate hotdogs cut up in macaroni and cheese and it reminded me of being a kid. i like when that happens, this alignment of things that have been. it seems to happen more and more these days. maybe i am just looking for it.

my room is currently overwhelmed by the scent of hyacinth. it is my favourite flower, another kick back to childhood, and every year around this time i buy one of those bulbs in the little green pot for $2.99 from the IGA. i come home and place the green pot in a terra cotta pot and admire it. it makes me feel organized and more domestic that i have this little piece of spring a month early. i wait for it to bloom, and then once it does, i complain to myself about how strong the smell is. then it dies, and i feel the disappointed reserved for those things which we anticipate the most. it's my thing. the transition from winter to spring. this year's hyacinth is white, a deviation from the usual blue. 2010 is going to be my year of living dangerously.

hmmm is that really it? it looks like it might be, and it is only 10:30! i guess that means it is time to crawl into bed with my book. g'nite.