After a few days of bright sunshine and warm afternoons, we are back to grey skies and cooler mornings. Good on then, because I am totally not ready for summer. Spring? Perhaps. Summer. Definitely not.

Got both girls rooms done. Finally. Spring cleaning bug has finally bitten my old and wrinkled butt. It usually takes awhile.

One of the mysteries of life is that all winter long, we will shiver and put on sweaters in the cold and greyish damp weather, snow falling quietly around us, setting the thermostat to a reasonable 70 degrees (I am the heat nazi in our home, as is anyone who actually does the bill paying).

Then, come the first days of spring, when the temperature is a balmy 45 outside, but the sun is shining, we throw on our first pair of capri's or shorts, or even sweats pulled up a bit at the ankles, throw open the windows to let in some 'fresh air', turn the furnace down to like 40% so it won't come on, and

G L O R I O U S L Y waltz around the house singing, happily cleaning, and feeling quite wonderful in 45% temperatures, when a few weeks before, we would have frozen our asses off.

Must be something hormonal in women. What do men do at this time of year? Mine stays up all night watching old reruns of Law and Order LOL, then I let him sleep till noonish so he stays out of my way. But, does the imminent spring affect men as well as us?

Who knows?

Tomorrow Pint and I are playing hooky and going with my best friend and her 9 year old daughter to the Pittsburgh Children's Museum. Just a MeeMaw and Pint day sort of. I am (GASP) lying to ½ Pint and saying that Sissy has an appointment. I am NOT being specific as to the nature of the appointment however, so I don't really think it constitutes lying?

Splitting hairs, I know...(nodding), but what the heck. Minoring in religion in college gave me a really functional background in semantics – ROFLMAO, I might as well use it??

Getting a bit tired of waking up every morning with a headache. No, readers, I do not have an undiagnosed brain condition or tumor. It's just a bloody damn stress headache. It will go away the day after I die, because I don't really believe any of the stress will leave until then. Normal now. Take BP pill, take Thyroid pill, grab two ibuprofen, swallow all with first sip of very hot coffee. Usually gag in the process.

You'd think, (but you'd be wrong) that I would have the smarts to go over to the sink, which is approximately, um...four feet away? And grab a glass of water to take the pills. No. I am not that with it in the morning. There are entire processes that go totally unnoticed by me first thing in the morning. If it is not in my routine, I will NOT notice it at all. I do not want to notice it. I will refuse to notice it. If I do not notice it long enough, I am figuring it will simply give up and go away??

I have a list of thingy's to do. Reading Surrogates latest effort which he thoughtfully emailed to me a few weeks ago is high on the list.

OH. Forgot.

T h e G R A N D A M is on the R O A D and R U N N I N G !! Whoooohooooooo!! 36 MPG here we come!!

She looks a bit rough, you cannot roll down the driver's window, the stereo still cranks **smile**, all the gears seem to be okay, although a bit loose. You can never QUITE trust Tatooed Love Puppy From Hell. When he works on a car, he tends to um, change things around or leave things out? But his prices rock...and he is always there for us when we need him.

We had the radiator replaced, so I will check to make sure he actually PUT antifreeze in it? She is making a funny sort of wheezy sound....which makes me nervous.

But, regardless, I am happy to have her back up and running.

Maybe I will take her into town today and see how she drives, then, if I am feeling particularly blessed tomorrow, use her to make the run into Pittsburgh to the Children's Museum? Who knows **evil grin**

Calamity wrote Baby an email on MySpace, and in it, she says how we are 'keeping' her from seeing her 'babies' and that she is getting ready to try and get them back legally.

Well, good luck with that. Just another stressor. I am not appreciably worried about it. She has a long way to go.

She did tell her little sister that she has been **clean** for two years now. Funny. Firstly, it has been 18 months, not two years, and secondly, she is still going to the clinic daily for her dose of methadone. I do not consider that **clean**. I consider that a junkie who is not, oh hellfire, I don't even know how to describe how I consider that.

Clean, to me, means drug free. Methadone is heroin without the buzz. I don't think that's clean. That would be like me quitting smoking cigarettes by changing to cigars. Not quitting at all. Does that make sense?

Not much in life does anymore.

Spikey is in heat. Spikey weighs about 10 # and is approximately 8 inches tall. Monster is an un-neutered male. Monster is 40 inches at the **shoulder** and weighs slightly over 200#'s at the moment.

We don't need TV in this house. It is an entire show watching him try to hold her still and mount her. He considers her his 'woman'. He whines incessantly when she goes out to go potty. After she goes out and comes back in, HE must go out to mark everywhere she went so that no other male dog comes around and pees on her spots.

When he tries to get 'romantic' with her, he just goes to town. She walks out from under him and turns her head, looking back at him with a slightly confused look, as if to say...

“was it good for you? Cause I didn't feel a THING !!”

ROFLMAO.