A beautiful spring weekend. gardening til you cant stand up straight. oh the benefits of hard labour are untold for a cranky old bitch like me.some kind of scarecrow. got dirt under my nails, hair like medusa, sunburn, crease between the eyes looking more and more like the grand canyon and i am happy. planting potatoes, my life's calling. purple potatoes.

other news. projectile vomiting back to school event is under way. always, always, one of them gets stomach flu two days before school starts. weird. pooor little sweetiepie. but she's a trooper and does not mind at all. well maybe a little. get better kiddo. we have a garden to plant.
tomorrow i get back into a workout routine. get the agnst under control. people with my ability to brood should not be allowed to veg. therefore, i will/intend to/am gonna take responsibility for my energy and channel it. the new spring plan.

also, will be paying a phone reimbursement visit to work tomorrow and plan to stick a resume under the PM's nose so we can be fully acquainted and make no more bad deals. also plan to get some career advice from the designer.(who is a woman, with small kids too) cause i need all the direction i can get right now. wish i had taken a few pics along the way. always too close to see the big picture. always too traumatised by fucking money problems and such. ah-ah-ah no more complaining!

and. big girl's back from daddy's. bringing me some sunshine and a recording of Nora Jones at 13, singing Somewhere Over the Rainbow. wish i could play it for you. wish. wish wish wish. she's my sunshine. want to make her proud. don't know what to do next. but will not show her my confusion. the show must go on. i am a power woman. etc etc.

and i love spring.

when i grow up i want to be the wind. and carry songs and butterflies in my caress. and blow your house down if you're bad.
and solve your energy problems if you're good.

sigh.

to the garden!