Spring has Sprung...

the grass has risen
finally at last
i'm out of prison!!!

(this is a poem referring to the last day of school that filled pages and pages of my childhood journal: "spring has sprung, the grass has risen, 4 more weeks, and i'm out of prison."  apparently i'll never quite grow out of it.)


well Friday was my last day of work - and i'm having mixed feelings (explosives or arson...)

i really can't believe it's been 3 1/2 years!  i started working at RJMDW about a month after moving to Nevada and quit about a month before leaving.  it's been a great a job and i'm grateful for it, but i can't really say that i'm sad to leave...