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What Up, Dogg?

I think on Monday, the salutation on my emails to clients will incorporate "-dogg" for example:

Hey B-Dogg:
Please see the attached redlined document for my changes/suggestions. Exhibit K needs to be updated to incorporate my suggestions provided during our call last week, yo.

As always, let me know if you have any questions, and I'll drop some knowledge.
J-town

Bright Spring Mornings

We spent a good amount of time outside this morning, even though it was a little cold. The sunlight was wonderful and made everything beautiful, including the first daffodils of the season.

After running around for a little while, Hobie was worn down enough to pause for a pic:

Here's a picture showing the variance of color in the bracelet I made last night:

Of course, The Gov spent the entire time digging about in the dirt:

But dirt is invariably a part of any parent of a four-year-old's life:

But beautiful things are also part of life as well:

Spring Means Flowers

When The Gov. is especially proud of something, he will bound up to me and say "Hey Mom, look at this really cool thing I make." I gush over whatever stick figure drawing or Lego contraption he's created, and then we go about our ways.

I feel like His Honor right now, because I want to brag about the following "really cool thing:"

I'd always wanted to make a bracelet of briolette flowers, and in my mind I'd been molding the hessonite garnet briolettes I found at the bead show a couple of weeks ago into the flowers-so naturally the two came together. I'm debating whether a briolette bead as a charm near the toggle clasp would be too much, since it's already pretty and glittery and relatively substantial already. You can't tell really from the picture, but hessonite garnet comes in such varied shades of "root beer brown," and I threw in a couple of the lighter, citrine-like shades to show off the variance.

I might not be whooping it up on a Friday night, but I can certainly show myself a good time.

Space

What is it about space that's so cravable? Space to spread out your things. Space to run through. Space between you and the significant other after you have a fight. Space above your head in the form of a cathedral foyer setting. Space punctuated by rich, medium stain hardwood floors. Space, space, space.

Is it enough to make one move halfway across the country, where more space can be had for the same mortgage payment? When you're an introvert who craves space around herself just to recharge, it can be a particularly important thing to have.

What heaven probably looks like

'Cause I'm Back to Rock the Show

The Governor's bath water must be cold. I've let him frolick loudly for about 45 minutes, but right now he seems embroiled in some sort of rescue of two Matchbox cars from the depths of the foot-deep ocean.

Friday nights at our house always have some element of adventure.

It's nice not to be sick. To celebrate, I scrubbed the toilets and replaced my sheets. Im0dium A-D has nectar-of-the-gods status at Chez Equilibrium. We do love it so. The priority this weekend is rest. Lots and lots of it. I don't care of I napped for 2 hours yesterday and had a full 8 hours sleep last night-tomorrow is still a day of rest, and I dare someone to pry that sucker out of my steely gripped, unmanicured-nails vise grip. Can't do it.

Did my son just exclaim "Don't try this at home!" from the bath?

Has he been watching Mythbusters again with Conan?