Well, if you forgot to send out a Mother's Day card to your mother figure then it is probably too late to get it there by Sunday. I sent ours out yesterday so all mother figures in my and Martin's life should expect their cards sometime soon!

I have yet to plant my plants. They are being well watered and sunned on the back patio and hopefully being protected from whatever is digging a hole in our front yard. I bascially need to just break down, buy a bag of dirt and set the plants up for the short summer that we have. I even bought tomatoes! My clematis on the side of the house is already bigger than it was the entire summer last year. I think I picked a good place for it. Of course I haven't looked at it closely since it started growing and it could just be weed.

Still looking for ideas to block the view of the eyesore in the yard behind us. And we had a disaster the other week trying to get anyone totalk to us about a patio cover. They all want to upsell us on the enclosed patio room. Not to be nasty, but we have too much room as it is. We don't need another room!

I also think I'm developing carpal tunnel. It hurts to type and I know it isn't from going to the gym b/c it's been four days since I lifted weights.

Happy note, I finally went to a Cubs game. Soooo glad I did! It was a sunny day but chilly and they won! (I hear that's a rarity).

Eh, so the Bears lost. I am just proud to say that I sat through the whole thing! That is a first for me. It was rather exciting to watch, I must admit. Martin and I were particularly fond of the #63 Saturday who plays for the Colts. Mainly I think Martin liked the name. My favorite part of the game, though? PRINCE That man is freakin' awesome. After wardrobe malfunctions and old farts playing the half-time show, he really showed us how it's supposed to be done. And in the rain too.
My mother points out that I should always support Peyton Manning because my aunt made us follow his father through the New Orleans Garden District one Sunday morning. My aunt, probably one of the biggest Archie Manning fans to not really like football, made us take her picture in front of his house and just as we were leaving we saw Archie and his wife drive by. They were headed to church and my mother followed them all the way to the doors of the First Presbyterian Church. Even funnier is that she met Archie's wife a couple of years ago shopping for baby clothes. So, with a history like that, it seems that I have to support Peyton in my mother's eyes.
For the most part, as a transplant to Chicago, I remain unaffiliated to any sports teams. So don't feel sorry that the Bears lost or anything like that. I just like saying "Go Bears" because it seems like everyone will answer appropriately in Chicago.

This morning it supposedly felt like -12 degrees Farenheit. I am of the opinion that if it gets below say, 25 degrees, it is no longer that important how cold it is, it's just cold.
My in-laws are visiting this weekend. I have a cold and am not the happiest of campers. They (my in-laws) don't like cinnamon in their coffee.

Lately I have been taking friends' advice and listening to their music recommendations whether they know this or not. Some interesting stylings of late include:
the Decemberists
Imogen Heap
the Mountain Goats
Feist
The Submarines

I have been running errands and every chance I get I say the requisite "Go Bears!" It is interesting in that it is not so much a yell or spirited fighting words. It's usually responded to with a bit of excitement and sense of "this is the way it's supposed to be." I love it even though I am probably the least sports-oriented person in the entire world. Go Bears!