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Well hello, lovely.

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Remember how Christian and I planted bunches of tulips all around our yard last fall? And, how they were starting to bud meaning that there was hope of spring in the future? Yeah, well they have been working hard at sprouting and eventually bloomed this past weekend…  much to my surprise, they weren’t tulips at all. Instead we have hoards of daffodils popping up out front and slowly making their way up out back. Not that I’m complaining because who can look at a daffodil and not perk up. They have to be one of the happiest looking flowers that ever lived.

Kissing those winter blues buh-bye.

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There’s something about winter that always brings me down a couple of notches. It’s gray and dreary, and while I love curling up to watch a movie just as much as the next girl, it isn’t exactly the most mood boosting, exciting thing there is to do out there. Most of the time I feel stuck inside because its cold, its windy, its cold and windy or, you know, it’s snowing or something like that.

I feel my energy start to drain right after Christmas. I love Christmas and the joyousness of that holiday can drag me through the first month or so of dreary. But from there on out it’s a battle of wills. Me vs. Jack Frost. And, I’m sorry to report that it looks like Mr. Frost will be taking home the prize this year. Jerk.

With that said. today marks the first day of spring – which means that as I just typed that I may have almost peed my pants with joy. Who’m I kidding I did pee my pants with joy. In order to help myself crawl out of this freezing cold winter cave I’ve found myself in I’ve been digging all the positive things out there. Positive quotes, the pretty fricken flowers, strawberries, mantras, and, you know, spring in general. Since I’m feeling like there is once again hope on this planet I thought I’d share the happy inspiration that I’m digging. Maybe it will be a couple posts, maybe a series, maybe a weekly thing. Meh, who knows. But, today I’m happy and I want to drag you into the happy with me.

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There’s Hope.

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While working in the yard this week, guess what I stumbled upon? These little babies:

Christian and I planted 50 tulip bulbs around our yard last fall and they’re already starting to sprout! I can’t wait to see what they’ll look like since they were sort of tossed into random holes (cough, last-minute) before the ground froze. These early buds may have something to do with the warm, warm weather we’ve had, but, to me, it means only one thing: spring is on its way!

This, that and some other thing.

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It’s been a while. I have written a few times but either haven’t felt like posting it or just don’t know how to finish what I’ve started… story of my life. In the meantime a few things have been happening and an update is more than in order.

For starters, it looks as if spring may actually appear… if you can rely on a few flowers poking through the dirt to determine that. Though Denver’s tricky weather fooled me again today — when will I learn that sunny in Denver will equal winter in Loveland? Note to self: BRING YOUR FREAKING COAT. I froze my buns off today.

On another note — Charles has taken over my hamper, which originally I assumed was to chew on my clothes and eat my underwear (who wouldn’t sign up for that?), but it appears that he likes to sleep in there or hang out or do whatever it is dogs do when we’re not looking — like take over the world. It was definitely a surprise to find him in there and then watch it topple over as he tried to drag himself out. Charles getting all snugly:

We’ve also had a bit of excitement with our drier. Now I know it’s hard to not get all riled up with just the mention of a drier, because we all know that driers are like sex. They’re something everyone secretly wants to talk about, but doesn’t because they don’t want to seem like the creeper that breathes heavily in the corner. So, now that I’ve put that out in the open, our drier is broken. We broke it and by we I mean it was Lindsey’s death blanket and my idiocy of actually putting it in the drier that finally sent it into revolt. See, Lindsey has this blanket. It’s chenille-y and rather comfortable. The color choices are questionable but it kept me warm for the past few months so I decided it deserved a wash. I washed it with another blanket and some snowboarding gear. This was not a good decision. After a trip through the spin cycle my other blanket, snowboarding pants, and snowboarding jacket were all covered, COVERED in pink fuzz. I “air-dried” the snowboarding gear and tossed the blankets in the drier assuming it would all, miraculously, find its way to the lint filter and we would be done with this shenanigan. Well, some of the fuzz made it to the lint filter, but the rest seems to have camped out all over the inner workings of our drier… meaning no drier for Megan… or Lindsey. But, that’s besides the point.

I hadn’t done laundry in 2 weeks. And I go through a lot of clothes in two weeks and the pickings were getting pretty slim. There are only so many times that I can re-wear the same jeans without everyone in my office wanting to pitch in and buy me a second pair… I spill a lot and the mustard stains are hard to pass off the next day.

On Monday I just couldn’t take it anymore,  I decided to wash ALL MY LAUNDRY with hopes that our drier would make a spectacular recovery and come through for me. Well it did not – despite my roommate and her boyfriend’s best attempt to vacuum out all the lint. So… being the creative one that I am, I decided that it would be a just wonderful to use my panties as decoration and hang them from the wall art, in the dining room, to dry. I’m thinking we could make it a permanent installation. My roommate’s sister was particularly impressed and left us with this little gem, “P.S. Megan’s underwear makes for nice decorations”. I couldn’t agree more.

Somehow this post became a lot about underwear and panties, whatever strikes your fancy. Go me.