monday and tuesday schools were closed because of snow. it was 18 degrees here in north carolina. today it was about 78 degrees and gorgeous.
we went to the farmer's market and a plant nursery looking around for things to plant. the hubs has a serious case of spring fever and is ready to do something, anything in the yard.
i have crocus and hyacinths, tulips, daffodils and lilies of the valley popping through the ground. we had the windows open all day.
this evening we had my bro/sil/gameboy and puddin over. we had a good visit. bitched about our parents and our sister and then just had a good time together. puddin is crawling up a storm. i can't believe she is 11 months old. i think (hope) she recognizes me and knows me now. there was the one time a few months ago that she cried and wouldn't let me hold her, but now she reaches for me and seems to like me. i love loving on her and hugging her and she's just too damn cute!
now the hubs and the girl are on facelibre. i am still having a love hate relationship w/ fb. first--there's just too much stuff on there, applications and poking and posting pictures and writing on walls. my brain can't handle it all.
i love that i can see friends pics and catch up w/ them but i also feel a pressure. like, oh, i have 20 friends and so and so has 50, i need more friends. but i don't want to befriend all the people who are requesting it--mostly people i work w/ now that i don't even talk to at work so why the hell would i be their friends on fb? and then there is the self esteem thing. when you ask to friend someone and don't get a response. or the fact that you have mutual friends with people from high school but other people from high school don't ask to be your friend. i know, it is so lame and childish of me to feel this way. and the thing is the people that i see that are on there from my high school aren't really people i was friends w/ when i was in high school so why the hell do i care if they want to be my fb friend? it's a disease that facebook. oy vey.
last night we were at lowes hardware. i mentioned that i liked those big, fat frog statues i've seen at garden centers and now the girl is showing me every single frog she finds. i am picky. i don't like the cartoon looking frogs or the frogs on swings or wearing hats or any of that. i also don't like itty bitty ones or big giant ones. i don't like plastic ones. i want a big, fat, cement, realistic looking one. so she shows me one that is meant to sit by a pond and it has a hole in it's mouth so it shoots water into the fountain. i said, no, i don't want a spitter. and the hubs says, without missing a beat, no, i'm don't like spitters either.