Love Is In The Air...

Can't you just here the theme from "Love Boat" now...

blah, blah, exciting and new...THE LOVE BOAT...

Okay, so I can't remember all of the song but I was just a wee little girl when this show was on; I remember liking Jill and thinking how pretty she was.

But I digress...

Long before my husband and I decided to have kids, we were newly in love and celebrating our first Valentine's Day. I had to work but my then-boyfriend did not.

When I arrived at his apartment, he was playing my favorite song "One Fine Day" (the Natalie Merchant version) and the lights were dimmed. When I walked in, he had written I Heart (okay, the shape, not the word) U in hugs and kisses on his coffee table; there were flowers and a gift bag full of my favorite bath and body products. Then he made dinner (that I hated but ate every bite).

To this day, that has been the sweetest thing he has ever done for me.

Twelve years later we celebrate Valentine's Day with our two kids. We snuck out for two hours last evening to catch an early (4pm) dinner and a quick run through the mall before picking them up at 6:30. While I love my life now, I will always fondly look back at that first Valentine's Day when everything was "exciting and new...."

Hope you get your heart's desires this Valentine's Day!

Black and Blue

So I am a slacker of mega proportions when it comes to blogging.

Some days I am determined to get back on the horse 'cause I do love to read about you (I lurk more than comment, though, these days) and love your comments here even more.

Other days, I think I will just throw in the towel.

A little yellow rose from Texas, though, keeps pecking (nicely and gently) and keeps me from doing the latter.

I have so much to say that it seems it would be easier to not say anything. Does that make even a little sense?

So, back to the title of this post: black and blue.

I have spent a great deal of time lately on the ground.

We had an ice storm here in Buckeye land a few weeks ago and then low temps that caused the ice to linger. Last Monday, I stepped out of my car to go to class and then promptly crashed into the car next to me. I bumped my head, back, bum and, worst of all, spilled my coffee.

Two days later, the same. Different locale, same result.

As my blue bruises began to fade into a most unattractive mustard and the throbbing in my neck, back and bum waned, I sat in a chair in class last night that just felt...wrong.

I shoulda listened to my gut.

A few minutes later, I leaned forward to grab something and BOOM! down on the floor I went.

So the bruises on my bum, back, arms and head have cousins now.

But my ego? It may never recover after breaking a chair and landing with a THUD! on the ground in front of 25 semi-strangers.

Absenteeism

I am busy.

I am taking more courses than usual this quarter and am trying to get grad school applications in order, too.

I am still a mom, wife and friend.

So, coupled with my Facebook obsession, this place has taken a backseat lately.

For those of you who still bother visiting, I apologize for that.




I am still reading most of your posts but commenting is pretty infrequent.

As Bartles and James said, "thanks for your cooperation."

Once the spring thaw happens, my time will be less scarce and I am hoping my blog fever will return, too.