This post contains gratuitous profanity. Love it.

So...the pickings have been a little lean here. That should be considered a good thing, because it means we've been doing other stuff. You know, like living :-) But then again I've been working too much...this weekend will be four out of six consecutive weekends. One of the non-working weekends was spent working on a different activity, primarily getting Ashley married (twice) in California. The other weekend was Easter, and I slept for a long time. It was a beautiful thing.

I feel like I should say something gratifying to summarize the last few months, but instead, I'm going to recognize a few simple things.

I made banana pudding, Southern Style. Based on San's ecstatic reaction, I should cook more. The humorous incident that the pudding-making preceded went something as follows: I took my friend-who-is-growing-a-baby a cup of pudding (the container had gradations), ate a small portion myself, and thoughtfully left some for San. I retired before he came home from his friend's house. The next morning, I woke him up and his first words were, "mmmmmm......You ate all the fucking pudding!"

Ashley owes me a spa date, and she knows this :-) Of the last six weekends, hers was the most exhausting.

San's parents are scheduled to visit next weekend. They will see my new condo before my parents do. Is there some kind of proper timeframe for parents to visit to check out their child's first home? You know, that they OWN? My tax refund has shown up before them. I don't understand my parents' fear (or aversion...whatever it actually is) to Chicago. I've lived here for nearly five and a half years, and they have visited me to (a) move me here, (b) deliver a new car, (c) visit before Christmas - without dad, and (d) get a mother-of-the-groom dress - again without dad. Which reminds me that dad once commented that he was more worried about his daughter who lives in Chicago than his son who is a Marine.

Some days my work is kind. When I had to work last Saturday - and ended up going by myself - the vice president who is the project manager on the project offered to pay for a hotel and food for San to come with me for the weekend. We had a great time...nice dinner, rest without kitties crying for attention, no housework nagging us for completion, lots of rest, a yummy brewery tour, and a HUGE deal on the pots we've been lusting over at the outlet mall on the way home.

We got an album by a band called Gangstagrass. It's gangsta rap meets bluegrass. It's disturbing and awesome simultaneously. Really...how often do you get to hear someone pluck a banjo AND drop the F-bomb?! Sweet.

There are leaves on the trees, and even though it means I have to wear sunscreen constantly, this makes me happy.