The Ides of March

I'm making a very public post to compensate for a very private misstep.

Since September of 1995, I have known that March 15th, the Ides of March, is Megan's birthday. Megan should go into advertising, because she had the brains to link her B-Day to a landmark. Despite her blog post reminding folks, I knew it ahead of time.

I got to see Megan after much too long of a hiatus this past November. I've been looking forward to the Ides to shower a little love her way. When I didnt' get a card off in time, I planned on calling her.

Well, as luck would have it, I spent the day (3/15) preoccupied. By the time the evening rolled around, I was on a two hour drive with two cats just hoping to keep their behavior in check. My hands were used on the wheel and cats, and the phone... well.... let's just say I would have either needed 3 hands, or surely driven off the highway.

And so it passed. The Ides of March, that is.

So, Megan, I'm sorry. I'm not sorry I had so many great thoughts and memories about you this week. But, I am sorry I didn't convey them to YOU.

I'll always be grateful for 2204 Taylor Hall. I'll never forget your witty writing style, your taste in music, your humor and our laughs. Crosstitching and chinking away on glass at ALL hours of the night: adventures in CO: top secret soda runs: dressing up in riduculous things: requesting Starship: finding out that Steve Sharp transcends radio stations: abysmal matchmaking skills ;-): beautiful kids: a smile that lights up a room. I treasure the things I've come to gain a personal testimony of because of knowing you. You really are a light to those around you. I miss ya'!

In Like a Lion

This is the current view out my living room window. I've noticed through my life that the old adage "in like a lion, out like a lamb" holds true for the month of March.

In NM, March was full of high winds. Dust devils and massive clouds of dirt flying overhead were commonplace. In fact, my elementary school had a rather sparse gravel playground (which allowed our imaginations to fuel our games). Normally in March, we played some sort of "parajumper" where we flared our windbreakers out like wings and allowed the wind to carry us and slam us into the chain link fence. It's really strange to type that now, but I promise... it was fun.

Now, the first decent snow in Richmond is just beginning to fall. We should get somewhere between 2 and 10 inches, depending on which radio or TV station you're paying attention to. It's long overdue. Welcome to town, March.

Dieter F. Uchtdorf - CREATE

Hat tip to Rachel for alerting me to the YouTube Channel "MormonMessages".

Need a little lift in your day?

You know you're truly sick when....

1. Your boss actually tells you to go home.
2. Orange juice, applesauce, spagetti-o's - they all taste the same... like nothing
3. No sense of smell
4. You spend 6 hours laying in bed alternating between freezing and burning up.
5. Every joint in your body emits pain..

Thus has been my last few days. Marilyn and Teddy have been good helpers, not asking for much besides their regular mealtimes, and content to snuggle up next to their sickly caretaker.

Read at the Virginia Historical Society

Ok... I keep having flashbacks for a newspaper snippet I read at the museum over the weekend. It was in the photography exhibit and taken from the Richmond paper's frontpage somewhere in the 1880s, I think (fuzzy on the dates... could be a little off).

Anyway... one colunm featured a sketch of a young woman on a "Missing Person" report. This woman hadn't been seen in a couple months and was from the western part of the state, but was believed to be in or near Richmond.

This is the part I can't get over. In the description, it said that she was 5'5" and weighed 107 lbs. Her figure was "medium with a large waist".

Um.... how can you weigh 107 and have a large waist?

Memo from Me to the Rest of the World

1. Cigarette butts count as litter. Please stop covering the streets and sidewalks with them.
2. Guys with long hair and skinny jeans are not attractive. It's tantmount to a crime against nature. The more I see these types, the more attracted to lumberjacks I become.
3. Bluetooth sets are great for driving and perhaps while directing large events for thousands of people. They are not so great in grocery stores. I'm growing increasingly tired of apologizing for missing what someone said to me in line, only to spy the tiny device behind their ear. (note, never, during this process have any of these people acknowledged my existense)
4. Kids (and toddlers in particular) are not adults. When you keep them up until after 10pm while meandering through the Target aisles for 90 minutes, you have no right to yell at them for being fussy. They need sleep and a bedtime (and responsible parents).