Blue Roses

Sunday=65 degrees.
Monday am=50 degrees.
Monday pm=35 degrees.
Tuesday=25 degrees.
Tonight=12 degrees.

Spring is trying so hard to take over, but Winter has its claws in and will not move a moment before it decides it's done. Personally, I'm ready for spring. I want warmer temps and some nice thunderstorms.

A few hours ago, Karey IMed me that Mt. St. Helens erupted. I immediately went to CNN and saw Brian Litrell. Well. So I tried searching news outlets websites. Nothing. I realize it's not a huge horrible eruption, but I would think it is still more important than Brian Litrell and his past heart problems! National still isn't covering any of it, outside of a few mentions on the Weather Channel. I finally found a live stream from a local news channel.

So after ascertaining that national didn't have a thing, I grabbed my Mary Kay booklet and called Lady K to check on her. I am still greatly amused that I, the Chicagoan, was the one to call her and let her know that her mountain had erupted. <.g> But hey, that meant she was a-ok and it was lovely to talk with her on the phone. I can't even remember the last time we did that! We neither of us are big fans of the phone. <.g> But that was fun and a highlight of my day. : )

Mostly my days have been work and Sims. Emily and Charlie graduated summa cum laude and I'm quite proud of them. I took a fair number of pictures and I hope to post soon. It was fun. It was easy and hard - I had zero problems keeping them at a 4.0 gpa, but then again, neither socialized much. (Although they did both end up engaged by the time they moved out.) More graphics disappeared though - all job related ones and all memories. <.sigh> The wants and actions and memories are still there, just with empty boxes. I moved all my downloads out to see if there was a hack causing problems, but no. Now I have to put all the custom content back in - walls, floors, clothes, hair, etc. Oy with the poodles already.

Perhaps tonight I will buck tradition and go to bed at a reasonable hour when tired, as opposed to a far too late hour when I'm overtired.