I forgot to mention

2 very simple but wonderful things that happened yesterday.

1) I saw the first crocuses in our front yard
2) I saw my first robin of this year outside my dad's house.

These are very important events to someone who lives through a long Iowa winter. (though it sounds like I got to skip the worst of it this year by going to Colombia!) Even though we may have even a month or so before Spring really kicks in to high gear, it's those little snippets of hope that keep me going. It's quite a rush actually, the renewal of spring. I think I would miss that if I lived in a warm climate year round... but I don't think I'd really miss the winter... hrm.

I can't find my Michelle Branch CD. Or my purple dress. Not that I am in a panic yet. Stupid room. I had these 2 pairs of pants that I literally forgot about having, I was really in a depressed mood about not having enough clothes, and then right before I go to Colombia, for whatever reason, I actually look in the laundry basket of if-you-ever-put-these-clothes-in-the-dryer-and-shrink-them-I-will-throw-a-temper-tantrum clothes, and there are 2 perfectly good pairs of pants! Although one pair I never wore the whole time there because A) they were all loose and flowey and totally out of the style there, and B)they were linen and wrinkly and I was afraid his mom wouldn't let me out of the house until I ironed them like she did to G the day he had to go visit his office. The difference between a mom and a girlfriend - a girlfriend tell you your pants are wrinkly and you should iron them, a mom won't let you out of the house until she irons them for you. :D ;-) but back to my room. Everyone just laughs at me whenever I complain -"Your room is always a mess!" It is NOT. always. just most of the time. and there are most certainly different degrees of messiness... and this is a particularly I've-been-back-for-two-weeks-and-I-can't-find-anything-and-I'm-not-sure-which-clothes-are-clean-or-dirty-anymore-so-getting -ready-for-work-in-the-morning-is-hard kind of a mess. I just might have to clean it.
So there.

Today over lunch my mom put on a tape of an Oprah show where Oprah took enough presents and clothes for 50,000 children in South Africa. My mom thought it was very inspiring how one person could make difference, I was depressed and overwhelmed by how many more kids and people must be out there suffering. (Stupid hormonal hijacking! I blame you for my half-empty attitude!) It is pretty damn cool what she did. It was in 2002... ah the power of money...