At long last… ?

I don’t know what it is…

Maybe it’s something in the air.

Or maybe with the new year good things truly are starting to happen.

Or maybe it’s just a coincidence.

But lately… I’ve noticed a lot more sideways glances…

Flirtatious smiles…

And long-lasting conversations…

With interesting, attractive (to me), and fun guys.

Maybe it’s me… maybe I’m sending the right signals out into the universe.  (Yes, I’ve been reading The Secret.)

I’m not putting any expectations on this or anything,

But I’m kinda likin’ it. 🙂

A brief reprieve

When I returned from Madison on Sunday, I was elated to find Chicago amassed in warmth.  The sun was out, the sky was blue, and the air was no longer stingingly cold.


I ran upstairs and opened all my windows to rid my apartment of its stale winter air.  Breezes blew through, warm and comforting.  I cuddled my cats and took it all in.

Spring is my favorite season.  There’s nothing better than those fresh, warm breezes, watching the grass take root again, and seeing green on the trees.  It’s really a magical time of year.

But around here, spring is a strange season.  Sometimes it takes far too long to arrive, and sometimes it never arrives at all.  I can recall many years where winter led directly into summer– cold one day, and blistering hot the next.

Monday and Tuesday remained warm and sunny.  My apartment felt refreshed, as did everything in it–including me.  The cats enjoyed laying in the windowsills again, watching birds and other creatures from their third-floor perch.  I even contemplated taking my bike out from the basement and taking it for a ride.  But it was only a thought.  After all, I didn’t want to get too ahead of myself.  After all, this IS only March.  You never know what tomorrow may bring.

No sooner than I thought that exact thought, it all changed.  Things started out fine today, but as of now– 9:00 on Wednesday night– the temperature has fallen once again, and I can hear icy rain hitting the windowsill.

Spring, that tricky devil of a season that it is, tempted us with its soft, warm touch.  It lured us out of our homes and onto the bike paths and sidewalks.  It caused us to roll down our car windows and ride with the wind in our hair once again.

And then it retreated for another siesta– waiting for the day when it will truly come and kick winter’s ass outta here for the next 7-8 months.

Hurry back, Spring.  I’ll be waiting for you!

250k Winners!

Yep, that’s winner with an “s” — I had two readers Email me claiming to be the 250,000th visitor.  And since I can’t really track which one truly was the 250,000th (I probably could, but why go to all that trouble?), I will award BOTH of them a very special prize!

So congrats to Paul and Mike — both frequent readers and both non-bloggers.  Congrats, Paul and Mike!  Watch your Email for your special prize!

Recharging the batteries

Mimi and MeThis past weekend I made my yearly trek to one of my favorite cities in the US of A- Madison, Wisconsin.

There’s just something about this yearly visit that recharges my batteries.

I’ve written before about my involvement with DECA/Delta Epsilon Chi, and how it, in effect, changed my life for the better when I was a struggling student just out of high school. The organization provided me with direction and purpose– something I really had not experienced before.

Throughout the five years I was a member, I met and eventually became friends with a number of people from all kinds of backgrounds. Some were older then me, some were younger. Some had worked for years in different careers, and some had done exactly what I did– graduated high school and started the Technical College life.

Over the years since my graduation in 1994, I have remained friends with a handful of those people. And although I don’t see them very often, and we all live in different parts of the state, region and country; when we are together it’s like we had never been apart.

But reunions aside, there is a much bigger reason why I feel so recharged after this event.

Now that I’ve been in the working world for the better part of 13 years, I go back to these conferences with a wealth of knowledge to share with the students coming up through the program. I see them panicking and nervous, but confident in what they have to present to us, the judges. I talk to them with a tone of authority– both from having been through this before, and from years of experience in the workplace.

And then when the awards were handed out, I remember what it was like to be in that room. The anticipation. The excitement. The cheering and the support from friends and people across the state. The energy in that room is positively infectious– even a person who has never experienced it before can’t help but come away pumped up about it.

The entire experience re-lights a fire in me. I want to get out there and do more things, get more things done, and make more of a difference. I want to change what I feel is wrong in my life and make it better for myself.  I want to make a difference in someone else’s life as well as my own

So what lies ahead?  Stay tuned, and we’ll see.  Some big changes are already in the works.

Save FBoFW!

For Better or For Worse is my favorite newspaper comic, hands-down, no questions asked.

There have been rumblings that this is the last year for the strip as we know it — Lynn Johnston wants to cut down on the hours she spends writing it, for health and other, quality-of-life reasons.

But she can’t stop. She just can’t.

Read today’s Sunday strip and you’ll see why. I laughed out loud… I have a feeling you will, too.  (Click on it to expand to full size.)