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Amazingly (and if you know me, you’ll agree) I’ve gotten more items from my to-do list completed in the past two days than, well, ever. No, that’s a lie, but still, I’ve been so freaking productive. I even did all the items that required me to actually leave the house and go out in public. I returned all the overdue library books (total fine =$3.20), got something notarized, and picked up a copy of Junior’s birth certificate so that I can register him for kindergarten on Saturday. Somebody replaced my sweet baby boy with a big kid, and I’m none too happy about it.

I even scoped out two projects that I’m bidding on. I don’t want to say things are improving and jinx it, but I’m seeing more postings for tech writers, and more opportunities to do web content development. Also, I have had a couple of small projects this week, so I’m just happy to be busy.

I’m going to let the warm weather and the possible work improve my mood and not dwell on the fact that our “elected” leader chooses to ignore the American People and most of the free world, and play High Noon out in the desert. I’m going to ignore the Code Orange and throw open the windows and listen to some peppy tunes. Cause that’s the kind of gal I am.

If you have $5 or $10 or whatever, consider sponsoring my friend Jeff who is participating in the May 18th AIDS Walk NY.

I went to The Bagel Inn this morning and the scone of the day was pistachio (you know, green). I love their pistachio scones. The coffee flavor I got was a little iffy, but drinkable. I brought it home instead of eating/drinking there just because I would rather work now and have fun later, instead of the other way ’round.

Yesterday I told Junior that today he should wear green because it’s St. Patrick’s Day. The interesting thing about a kid this age is they either want lots of details or none. In this case, he didn’t even ask who St. Patrick was or why we’re celebrating his day. Just matter-of-fact acceptence.

I promptly forgot about it after that, and this morning I put out jeans and a blue long-sleeved shirt with a lizard on it. He came blazing into my room.

“Mom! I can’t wear that shirt, it isn’t green!”

“Oh wow, I forgot, let’s see if you have something green.”

We rummage. The only real green-green shirt he has is a turtleneck that is probably too small for him. I think it just comes to the waist of his pants, and who knows how tight the neck is. Plus, it’s going to be 60 today. I don’t want him to wear it but he insists. Then he finds a green pair of pants that almost matches the color of the shirt. He looks like a leprachaun, and I tell him so. He thinks that’s funny, and he also thinks (thanks Blue’s Clues!) that the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow is actually those foil covered chocolate coins, I believe aka gelt.

So he’s very green today, and proud of it. He’s actually one-sixteenth Irish. My great-grandmother (on my father’s side, his mother’s mother) was born in Ireland. Reason enough to celebrate, right?

Does anyone know what happened to Token Ramblings (still listed in my blogroll)?

I just realized the fatal flaw of being away from the house all day. See, I won’t run the dishwasher unless I’m hope, simply because of that one time the old dishwasher blew something and peed all over the floor. Well you can guess what’s coming next. I didn’t run the danged thing and it’s full. I hate that. Sure, I can run it tomorrow, but I was supposed to run it today. Never mind that I didn’t do the laundry, which had my only green shirt in it. So I won’t be “wearin the green” tomorrow. Not that anyone would really be seeing me, unless I turn on the webcam.

Okay, time to shut down the internet (okay, not the whole internet, just my current connection to it, silly) and bring the ‘puter up to bed with me. I’m doing some work for a friend and for my sister (two different people, although my sister is my friend) and I want to get a jump on it for tomorrow. I have a LOT to do tomorrow, meaning the closest I’ll probably get to the 60 degree air is sitting in front of an open window. Of course, after 14 years working in climate-controlled buildings, this is actually a very very good thing.