"And It Was All Yellow"

I'm pretty sure that is the first time I've ever quoted Coldplay, but it just seems appropriate. It is officially Spring in Atlanta which means a couple of things. First and foremost, it means POLLEN season. Everything is covered in a fine dust of yellow. Bring on the sneezes and allergies. Second is the bizarre changes in weather. It's like Mother Earth is having an identity crisis. I played tennis on Sunday and got my first color (read: sunburn) of the season. On Monday, it was 85 degrees and I thought I was going to have a heat stroke as Robin, Birdie and I walked through the park [more on this later] and then after a few tornados and severe storms late that night, it was back to cool sweater weather Tuesday and Wednesday. It is nice enough to be outside, so I'm thankful.

I'm sitting here at Zach and Cristina's apartment writing this when I really should be prepping for school tomorrow. I have my first cold examine which makes my knees knock a bit when I think about it. That means we have to watch a video 1st time through and write the script of what is being signed. Gulp. I spent 2 hours with Annie today at the coffee shop so hopefully that'll help keep my brain in top gear for the fingerspelling. Anyway, I feel kind of scattered but wanted to write an update while I had a quiet minute and while there was still time to procrastinate.

This week Zach and Cris celebrated their 2nd anniversary with a trip to San Francisco, which means I offered to help keep the dogs. I am exhausted. These girls are sweet but so trying for someone who is used to having her own space...and not having to use plastic bags to clean up after others if you know what I mean. They are both more like children to Z&C which means they insist on sleeping in the bed with you at night. Under the covers. Touching you. Chuck, the youngest, insists on touching you/licking you/sniffing you at all possible minutes of the day. I can't get dressed without her leaning up against me. If I'm on the couch, she is sitting so close her chin rests on my shoulder. Sweet at times, but ultimately trying to my patience. I wanted to help so they could go on their trip, but I knew it would be a challenge. Today has been especially rough since I'm on my last day and am wiped of all patience and energy. I even teared up when trying to make simple plans with my mom on the phone. Crazy. They get back tomorrow and I'm looking forward to an exodus back to my apartment where I am free to sleep solo :)

The up side has been getting to walk to breakfast with my friend Robin Hollingsworth. It brings back the fun part of city living and that is getting access to cute restaurants all within walking distance. Have you seen Life As We Know It yet? Apparently it was filmed in Atlanta and the restaurant in this pic is where I ate this morning. Cute little bakery/coffee shop called Belly. I had a bagel with cream cheese and don't regret it. I haven't seen the movie yet. Seems a bit too predictable for my taste, but am now intrigued since it features Atlanta.

In other news...I'm going to high tea tomorrow at the Ritz in Atlanta! Heather's mom, Ouida and my mom are friends. Ouida suggested that the four of us get together for a tea party and who is going to say no to that? So I'm excited to get to go sip tea and eat scones with jam and finger sandwiches--minus the salmon. Ew. I always skip them for the obvious grody factor. When we were seniors in high school a group of us girls and our moms all went to high tea together and I haven't been back since. Hopefully Toni Braxton will be there again like she was 11 years ago. Sing with me now: "Unbreak my heart............"

In other news: I've come up with a fun plan for Sunday. Wanna hear?? Sara gave up sweets for Lent. I didn't give anything up. Oops. I prayed about it on Ash Wednesday and didn't feel led but can't say I followed through with that prayer. It appears I've forgotten the true meaning of waiting and seeking. But alas, that is another topic for another day. We learned this year that whatever you choose to give up during Lent is permissible on Sundays. They are feasting days celebrating mini-Easters if you will. So Sara counts down each week to Sunday and the treat she will have. I'm in the baking mood, so I've turned it into a game for her. I proposed that I write the names of a bunch of different sweet treats on slips of paper and then let her draw one out of a hat. Whatever she pulls, I'll make for her Sunday "feast". So far I've just come up with a few cookie/brownie/bar ideas. Going to search for a few cupcakes to throw in since they are her favorite. Any suggestions are welcome. All will involve some amount of chocolate.

OK, I'm going to cut this short (HA--like any of these posts have been short) because it is already 9:30 and this schoolwork isn't going to do itself. I should know. I've put it off all week waiting for it to take care of itself. Dang homework. Frickum-Frackum notecards. More to come...hopefully this weekend.

Love you more than Uncle Jesse loved his hair. Have mercy.