Where's March?

Okay, so what's up with the months flying by thing? Can we really be almost done with the first quarter of 06? Do you know all the plans I have for 06? And how many are not even near being started and it's almost a quarter over? Isn't this supposed to be the slow part of the year where people sit around, do their taxes and plan for spring?

The past week has been a mixed bag for sure. The lows, albeit expected, of not getting a HOF call. The lower lows, because I was hopeful, of not getting a HM call. The highs include a dozen yellow roses sitting on my table, a gift from the world's best husband who not only brings me flowers but also remembers that I don't like red roses so he gets yellow. And even though he doesn't know this, yellow is a color I struggle with in scrapbooking, so buying me yellow roses makes me take pictures of them....and then figure out a way to scrapbook yellow. See, he's helping me grow in my art without even realizing it :)

Another high this week....signing up to "get curvy." In other words, I joined Curves. I'm not sure yet whether it's going to be a comfortable environment, but I'll give it a shot. Mini-rant to follow...You ready??

WHERE ARE THE TWENTY SOMETHING NEWLY MARRIED WITHOUT KIDS IN THIS TOWN???? Seriously, they don't exist. I am convinced of it. Karl and I are the only ones! Is it too much to ask for to not be the youngest person at Curves by a good 25 years? Age normally doesn't bother me. I have many friends who are signifigantly older than me, doesn't bother me at all. I have a few friends who are a few years younger than me, again not a big deal. But there is something to be said for having friends who are in the same stage of their lives. I want to go out with another couple for dinner. I want to have a couple over to play board games. I want to have intelligent conversations....or stupid ones about pop culture. I don't want to feel like the outcast without kids... I have no kids to scrapbook...isn't that bad enough? :)

Off to South Florida next week. I know I'll appreciate the U.P. more when I come back. Nothing like a trip to the land of cookie cutter homes, cookie cutter boobs, and fake tans to make you thankful for real life.