"There must be quite a few things a hot bath won't cure, but I don't know many of them." ~Sylvia Plath

I do.

This is Chris (and his two sweet dogs)....he is the office newbie. Not really any more, but we pick on him like he still is.

We love April Fools around here and we usually focus all of our attention on one person, it's more fun that way.

This year it was Chris, again. Chris is a sweetie; he handles all of our home-occupation applications.

We couldn't resist what we did. One of the secretaries had her friend call him several times today expressing how enamored she was with him when he helped her with her application and how she would miss seeing his sexy face.

He's totally pissed....and we know he knows it was us. It's so much fun!

Mom's Birthday

My mother's birthday was a couple of weeks ago, but we weren't able to go see her until this past weekend. These are a couple of pics that I got when we went out for lunch.

Mom and her boyfriend

Maddi under the table

Darci, Me, and Maddi

This is my favorite picture of Maddi. She took it herself.

We went again....

We went again. This time it was in Nashville....

I think more than anything we just needed to get away.

Cooper came to work with me......

As you can see from his excitement, my job is riveting!

Fireflies

I was flipping through some old cds today and found one that I hadn't heard in years. It was a mix cd that I had burned a long time ago. I put it on and remembered how much I love it. The first song was always my favorite: Lori Mckenna - Fireflies. From what I can sing in my head, I believe these are the lyrics:

Before you met me I was a fairy princess
I caught frogs and called them prince
And made myself a queen
And before you knew me I'd traveled 'round the world
And I slept in castles
And fell in love
Because I was taught to dream

I found mayonnaise bottles and poked holes on top
To capture Tinkerbell
And they were just fireflies to the untrained eye
But I could always tell

Cause I believe in fairytales
And dreamer's dreams
Like bedsheet sails
And I believe in Peter Pan
And miracles, anything I can to get by
And fireflies

Now before I grew up I saw you on a cloud
And I could bless myself in your name
And pat you on your wings
And before I grew up I heard you whisper so loud
Well life is hard and so is love
Child, believe in all these things

I found mayonnaise bottles and poked holes on top
To capture Tinkerbell
And they were just fireflies to the untrained eye
But I could always tell

Cause I believe in fairytales
And dreamer's dreams
Like bedsheet sails
And I believe in Peter Pan
And miracles, anything I can to get by

Obviously you'll have to search for the lyrics to get the right and full lyrics.

As I sang along with they lyrics, it made me thing of the lovely Miss V over a A Fanciful Twist. Miss V is so gorgeous and she has such a lovely blog. Her pics are simply magical. If you haven't visited her blog yet, go....you won't regret it.

Go

Now, go, shoo

Storm

I believe that there are four basic types of people, each of whom can be identified by the way that they act during a storm: the paranoid and fretful - the ones that run ducking for cover at the first light gray cloud in the sky; the prepared but cautious - the ones who has supplies ready and a plan, and runs when the wind begins to howl; the level-headed - those who know what to do, but refuse to run till there is a serious threat; and the brazen fool - those who stand in the yard watching for the storm to make a believer out of them as the lightning singes the ground beside them.

I'm sitting here worrying and waiting. B hasn't called yet with the results of the "bump" conference call. We know our options for all scenarios but one. If nothing happens he'll be ecstatic, but the cautious side of me knows that this could happen again next week. If he gets "bumped" he could "bump" the guy 30 miles down the road, if he's still there, and there's still the threat of "next time." If B gets "bumped" and the other guy is gone, so are we.

I'm scared.....but I'm not sure which scenario I'm more afraid of. B still refuses to admit that there is any danger, but I know better, I can see it in his eyes. I'm the one making plans and peaking around corners listening for the wind, while B is standing in the yard waiting to feel the lightning.

Photos from weathersavvy.com

Happy Place

I’m just not really feeling much of anything today. I don’t feel bad, I just feel stifled. Less than five minutes after I got to work this morning, one of my clients had already pushed me almost to my breaking point. I’m really not a people person. I also need creativity…..I am starved for it.

The starvation combined with the waiting is about to destroy me. B got the first of two calls the other day. This call was to tell him that he had to participate in the conference call that would bump someone……B is on the list of potential “bumpees.” I guess that’s the correct terminology. I have to continue to wait until around lunch tomorrow, when the conference call is over, to know our fate.

It has been a lovely couple of days, but I can’t really enjoy them. How are you supposed to enjoy something, or be productive when you have crap like this on your mind? I’m stuck in limbo wondering which direction I’ll have to go next.

I have resorted to closing my eyes and picturing where I would like to be…..

….I am standing on the a cliff of on one of the Aran Islands (I don’t really care which one) in Ireland overlooking the ocean….
The sound of the waves crashing is the only thing that I can hear….

The ocean breeze is cool, almost cold against my face, and ruffles my hair….

The brine of the ocean air mixes with the cold smell of the air……….yes, that is my happy place. A place where there are still stone fences and clean air, and they still speak their native Irish…ahhhhhhhhh. I can breath again. I haven’t been there yet, but I will.....one day.

I have had these pictures on my computer for so long....I honestly can't remember where they came from....I apologize.