It's Spring...sort of.

Saturday was the first day of Spring. It was glorious. The sun was shining, the skies were blue, and I could finally feel the warmth that I have longed months for. Yesterday was also astoundingly glorious. I awoke to the sunlight streaming in my window and birds singing, and an enthusiastic five year old bouncing on my bed. We spent the day playing t-ball and riding bikes in that wonderful eighty degree weather. Today I opened my eyes and peered out my window to a gray and blustery winter day. The high was thirty four degrees and ice and snow fell from the sky. According to the National Weather Service, we should receive seven more inches of the white stuff by morning. SIGH! Mother Nature hates me.

Despite the yucky weather, my day was pretty good. I began a new job function today after two days of training last week, and I think I did pretty well. They have moved me to something called the "Screen" Queue. The claims require more research and as such my production goal has been dropped from 7.4 claims per hour to 2.1 claims per hour. I am pretty sure I can handle it.

This evening Tanner and I watched a new episode of Sponge Bob. And there is a new episode on every night this week. Please do not attempt to call us at 7:00 pm. We will be occupied. I know, it's the little things that excite us here at Casa de Bradshaw. Speaking of things that are exciting...Tanner has his very first loose tooth. He has requested that I tell ALL. I have considered taking out an ad in the paper, or perhaps purchasing one on billboard. You see, he is five, and he believes that everyone MUST be as excited as he is about it. Oh to be five again.

Other than an impending visit from the tooth fairy, and learning how to do something new at work, there is not much going on with us right now. I have adjusted my hours a little, so I feel like I am working less and seeing my family more, even though the actual number of hours worked is the same. Jeremy remains just as busy. He brought home his schedule for this month. He has four days off...three of them are this week. While he thinks the training position is giving him good experience, I can tell that he is tired. I am proud of my hubby for all his hard work!

It is now 10:30 p.m.--ultimately all that really means is that it is past my bedtime. And I am starting to feel it. When did my age catch up with me....and then pass me and leave me standing, squinting to watch it rapidly speed away? And will I ever catch up before the last lap??? HA! Probably not, I imagine I will hit a wall long before then, or blow all four tires. Oh well! At least I will have fun doing it! Hugs and Kisses to you family and friends. If you have any live chickens to sacrifice to Mother Nature on behalf of Spring I implore you to do so. Otherwise we'll all be buried under a mound of snow.