Ashes to Ashes

Funk to funky, we know Major Tom's a junkie ...

no seriously. It's Ash Wednesday, or that's what the calendar says. It feels more like Memorial Day. The gulls are crying (ok, so maybe they're really Canada Geese), the air is warm, and there's a smell of spring everywhere. Of course, the flu bug is loving it as much as everyone else, which is still keeping me busy with work, as there are teachers calling out every day.

So, the Giants won the Big One. They had their ticker tape parade and their fans trashed downtown New York while Hillary cleaned up. Now the trophy will go to Giants Stadium, so the Jets can pretend it's theirs every other week.

Brian hasn't mentioned any more headaches, but he's been too busy trying to be out of the house as much as possible, and when he is home he's trying to scam time on X-Box Live. His appointment with the neurologist is scheduled for next Tuesday, I always love those and the time leading up to them. His walking and running gait has been looking pretty good, though, so ::knock wood::...I hope no surprises. Although, not that anything would ever surprise me after three years ago. I like to try to go to church right before for that extra last request, but this weekend I have to take Megan to a swim meet in Trenton, of all places. At least we are going to the service tonight, for ashes. That one is so gloomy.

Speaking of swimming, her last big meet of the season is Saturday. The local so-called reporter who covers girls' swimming is once again asleep at the helm. He hasn't posted a blog in over two weeks, although they released the state tournament brackets on Monday and the psych sheets for the meet yesterday. His last blog post was rudely entitled 'leftovers' from the article where he failed to give any press to the girl who won MVP at the meet, and instead droned on and on about the teams he seems to fancy. He tried to make up for it in a pathetic blog with a lame title, (oh yeah, and he got one last dig in at Megan, saying he didn't agree with her having gotten the MVP award because she's a freshman) and he hasn't been heard from since.

I can hardly wait to see his review of the psych sheets, as the girl who lost to Megan at the last meet has mysteriously resurfaced seeded .01 faster than Megan - bumping Megan to third seed. I'm suspicious, as I have been watching all the time in the paper and never saw anyone swim faster than that time. Even the rankings in the paper two days earlier had the girl in with her slower time.

Ah, here come the gulls again!!! I'd better go make myself an umbrella drink and enjoy the 70 degree weather in February. :-)