Sunday, March 29, 2009


That's the weekend person's version of TGIF when you get Monday off. I'll think about ya'll while I'm playing in the dirt tomorrow. Weekends are particularly tiring because of short staffing and ER use abuse. Enough said. It's over for three more weeks. Actually, I'll get a free one off when we go to the beach. I didn't plan it that way, but I'm scheduled to work the weekend of her graduation and we leave that Sunday. Not that I'm complaining or anything :)

It rained a bunch on that big old firepit and cleared the smoke out of the air. he's started on dead trees now and it's fun to watch them go down. I was sad at first about losing the old sheds but it looks so nice with a clear view that I'm appreciating it already. Thanks Bubba!

I wouldn't tell just anybody this (heh) but I've got a confession to make. I had a few beers the other night and cut my OWN hair. With dull scissors, no less. I suppose you could call it a running stafford fit because I was just tired of putting that little hangy down part up in a clip. No harm done, and my work friend the meanie straightened it up for me.

It's too pretty to be sitting here in front of a screen after three whole days on one. Catch ya'll on the other side of daylight.



  1. Very nice place over here, Janie! I, for one, will be glad you're no longer flushing all of those perfectly good posts. I enjoyed reading about your visit with Hoss...

  2. Hi ya, I been coming by and checking up on what you're doing, but I've been just too tired to leave a note most times. I'm here though. I like the new blog. Big hugs and prayers.

  3. Hey there!

    I hope you are enjoying your Monday.

    Take Care

  4. Yes! Love the new blog! So when did this hair cutting take place?! Have I seen it yet?!

  5. The asparagus reminds me of my homeplace. Mom always had plantings and I have never stopped long enough to try my hand at it until I retired. I'm starting to think you have to have a special touch to succeed with asparagus. The photo says you have that touch.

  6. I can't tell you how many times I've cut my own hair after I've had a couple glasses of wine.

    My hairdresser is thankful that I stay away from wine now.