Spring, cookie vacuums, and misquoted Yoda

I am looking forward to spring.

Actually I'm WAY PAST looking forward, and have entered the territory of ecstatically, eagerly, impatiently awaiting the spring. Bike rides, farmer's market, this wicked rockin' organic farm stand a few miles from my house, starting school again in May with a hardcore combined class of Organic and Inorganic Chemistry, sunshine, fresh air, open windows!!!

Speaking of open windows, the other day it was about 45 degrees out. Now, when we're coming out of summer and into fall and it gets to be around 60ish degrees, I'm all "Sweet jayzuz, it's freezing!" but coming out of winter and into spring it hits 40 degrees and I'm ready to run ass-naked through my neighborhood throwing rose petals and singing at the top of my lungs. I had the windows open, a knee skirt on, bare feet, and all was right with the world. For a few minutes, anyway... since shortly thereafter it was 15 degrees out and hailing.

Now if only the weather would stop effing around and just decide to limit it ONE season per week, that'd be fabulous. It's been vacillating between 60's and 20's. Oh, New England. Our "mother nature" has multiple personality disorder. 'Course, that whole multiple personality thing really puts the kibosh on my not-actually-happening-but-totally-wish-it-did naked frolicking. That, and the fact that running braless would be awesome for about .6 seconds, and then would result in an extended stay in the ER, and probably a concussion.

Here's a pie chart I made! The percentage of people who will believe that I ended up in the ER
as a result of an "ass naked frolic session" are displayed in bright green. Yea, exactly.

The kidlings are good. Weird. Wacky. Cute. And sometimes fresh. I told Phoenix the other day that she could have a cookie, but that if she was rude to me afterward I'd vacuum the cookie out of her belly. Of course, if such a vacuum actually existed I'd have solved the problem of American obesity, while simultaneously creating the problem of a worldwide cookie shortage. And since the mere thought of a cookie drought is enough to send a stab of panic right through the fiber of my being, I'll refrain from patenting any such device. At any rate, my parenting methods are questionable, but at the very least they keep me amused.

Bae is doing well in school and this weekend we're going to a "Jedi Training" birthday party. His friend from school is turning six and "needs the help of other younglings to further his Jedi training." Yup. I'm excited to go to a 6 year old's birthday party. My social life really needs to be reconsidered. But I'll consider it later, since I'm busy mastering the art of wrapping my hair in Leia buns.

I'd say I was trying. But there is only do or do not. There is no try.