The Family (Or most of them)

The Family (Or most of them)
The Family

March 31, 2008

Spring Snippets from Spaceship Orion



I'M DROWNIN' IN THE DREGS OF A DASTARDLY DIATRIBE OF DELIRIUM!!!

OK, I know that made no sense. But it sure is a shining example of alliteration gone wrong.

I got nothin'.

It's April 1, and I can't even come up with a good April Fool's Day Joke to play on you.

I'm too caught up in spring arriving chronologically, but not physically. There's still far too much snow on the ground, too much of a nip in the air. But that's what I get for living in Manitoba.


Yes, Manitoba.

I'm pining for the long shadows cast by a warm summer sun, concrete that's too hot to walk upon, the smell of love in the air and all of nature's flighty desires that go with it...

Instead, the message is take a spot at the end of the line and wait like all the rest of us, buddy!

Oh sure, the Canada Geese are starting to migrate back to poop all over our car windows. That is a sure sign of spring.
Oh sure, I saw a ladybug walking on the sidewalk at work last week. Must have died overnight during freeze-up.
Oh sure, my son has taken to wearing a hoodie outside instead of a jacket. But he's just a goofy teenager who knows nothing about anything. His brain, I think, has been cryonically frozen by all those hormones and pheremones.

Other occurrences that I'm blaming on the failure of spring to truly arrive:
1. My "Check engine" light has come on, a sure sign I'll have to spend more money fixing my car
2. My camera battery decided to go dead
3. Canada's (and Winnipeg's) team won the world women's hurling (the first letter of that word begins with a 'c', remember) championship over China
4. My daughter did NOT make her bed before she left this weekend (which she always does) and my son DID make his bed (which he never does)
5. I'm hardly visiting any other blogs at all and I haven't done a male brain vs. female brain post in some time
I'm not quite sure WHAT I will do if and when spring actually does arrive. Maybe all these things will change. Maybe they won't.
Until then, I decided to "push the envelope" and actually click on the stupid ad below, which appears on every frickin' single internet site that I ever visit. Have you?
And it actually WORKS! I never completed all the 1,328 steps required, but I did find, supposedly, that 464 graduates of my high school were actually registered with this website!
Then I stopped. Who wants to actually ever find their graduating class?