It's 5:28 pm

It's 5: 28 pm... and i'm sitting in my kitchen, sitting for the first time today since breakfast which seems eons ago.  Breakfast which consisted of finishing yet another cereal box off - i seem to have amassed a large collection of cereal boxes when i was on a cereal fling and then those boxes, mostly half-full, have been lurking in my closet for the last while waiting for me to finally finish them off... so the plan is no more buying any cereal until every single last box is gone... it's gonna take me a few weeks - anyone hungry for breakfast?? 
As i sit here, basking in the sun, noticing how terribly dirty my windows are, how terribly dirty my fingernails are and how terribly dirty my pants are, i'm thinking that possibly i should probably jump in the shower before this dirt becomes a permanently embedded feature of my skin.  And why so dirty, you may ask?  Well, from about 9:30 onwards, i've been outside, taking advantage of  a gorgeous working day - not too hot, a little chilly this morning but definitely a great day to be outside.  Dad came over with a trailer load of triple mix and we proceeded to work our way through all the gardens on the property - turning them over, loosening up the earth and adding in some bonus earthy goodness for the plants.  You could almost hear them saying "thanks, we needed that bit of protein" or "aaah, that feels so good around my roots!"  I don't actually have talking plants, but i do have to say that despite the fact that my hands are cramping beyond belief, my back is nearly seized up and my cheeks are a brilliant shade of cherry red (the bane of my existence), i am SO happy to have this job done.  The grass is also cut and the bare spots are doctored up with triple mix in preparation for some grass seed - hopefully tomorrow.  But at around 5:00 i totally ran out of energy and have crashed... i'm considered the benefits of a nap whilst musing on whether i should actually go out and cut down some rhubarb and make a dessert - super tempting but it would mean getting up... a bit of a challenge at present. 
So if anyone feels like coming over, cutting my rhubarb and washing my dishes, whilst i soak in the tub, i'd welcome you with open arms.. but you'd probably not want a hug at this point since i'm a little... have i mentioned it?  dirty....
I love spring...

Manger...

Bon jour, mesdames en moisieurs... (oh dear, my French definitely leaves something to be desired but bear with me)
Hier, nous mange at la restaurante dans la ville de Toronto.  Nous manger tous les nourriture Francaise et ils sont tres tres delicieux!  Nous manger le pate de foie gras, le canard, le creme brule, les cafes, le pain et des escargot!  Je ne manger pas les escargox mais Timothy et mange ca.  Tres interessante!  Je penser que je n'avez pas manger une repas comme ca - tres delicieux, originale et nouveaux pour moi.  Le atmosphere de la restaurante et tres cosy (i swear, that's what the translator said - i'm not just making this up) et nous avez een fantastique repas avec amis et mon fiance!  Vive le France!

2:45 am

It's 2:45 am and i'm at work (duh, where else would i be likely to be at this time... if not at work, assuredly at this time, i would be sleeping - unlike my dear mother who's probably awake and reading or drinking warm milk at this time).  Everyone is sleeping - ooops, maybe shouldn't say that cause that would inevitably invite the entire population of the ward to commence incessant ringing of call bells, requesting water and blankets and other such things, or wanting to get up out of bed (it's morning right?) or some other such nonsense.  But for now, in this moment, it's relatively under control and i'm thankful for that.  It's nice to know that someone is sleeping, even if i'm not. 
Hmm, what to say about April and the latter part of March.  It's been busy, that's one way to put it.  Wedding plans coming out of my ears, out of the woodwork, out of the blue, you name it.  Wedding plans definitely were the theme of my dreams in the first month; i'd have the oddest dreams about weird and wonderful antics at the wedding and the reception - usually involving big details which for unforeseen reasons, i had forgotten or omitted from my planning schedule. Thankfully that seems to have settled down for now - although i awoke from a doozy this morning - somehow i was quite capably toting around a semi-automatic rifle, knew how to shoot it quite well and managed to shoot my uncle.... no idea why - but kinda odd, disturbing even!
Several big things are off the list - dress is bought (it's purple - or so i tell those curious people who ask what it's like!), date is settled (October 13 of this year), church and reception hall are booked, bridesmaids dresses are ordered, and various other details (photographer, florist) are decided.   Hmm... what does that leave??  Well, we need to find some rings (unless we want to use something from the cracker jack box - might be cheaper!), pick out some ideas for invitations, settle on a meal, find some furniture, and oh so many other little and big things.  It sure has been a process - i am enjoying it, don't be afeared of that, but i am worried that i will miss something big, or will omit some major detail that will change the whole tone of the day... and then i'm put to remember that it will all come together, we will be married at the end of the day and that will be the proper end of all the planning and fussing that we could possibly do.  I will be marrying my friend and my confidant and we are just so happy that we have been brought to this point... and we feel so blessed! 
So, if you ever want to have a cuppa tea, i'd be more than happy to put the kettle on, curl up on the couch and see what you've been up to lately - i am worried at times to become too involved in planning this and that, and forget the other important things around me!  So give me a gentle reminder and/or kick in the pants to remind me that you are out there and i'll be happy to come pull some of your weeds, listen to your stories and share some time together!!!