Damn, you can tell it's spring!

I've been fairly busy at work because it's nearing the end of the academic year which is when we recruit, recruit, recruit. And we've added a summer genetics internship to our roster, too, so we've been getting things set up with that. Oh, did I mention that progress reports on our grants our due in a few weeks and one of our grants is ending (thank fucking god)? So I've been busy.

Shrine Mont is almost upon us, too, plus I've agreed to help another friend put together a Christian youth conference called New Beginnings which will be happening one month from now. Since it's mostly a last minute group (kids ya know), the work is just now officially starting. Then I have the beautiful huskies I spend a lot of my afternoons with, the women's shelter and a kid so, wow, I'm busy.

But I really like it this way doncha know. I love all the work I'm doing and wouldn't trade it for the world. Not even for all the stupid people who should never own a pet of any sort.

I do have a post in the works that hopefully I'll get up today while I'm at work. I head to an overnight gig with the Shrine Mont gang later this evening after I drop Peanut off early with his dad so I'll be busy until Saturday afternoon.

Oh! I forgot to mention that I also have a new manfriend who you all know as NASCAR Nut. I don't give a shit for NASCAR - I can't even pretend to be interested. But I let him have his fun and he let's me have mine, hehe. Besides, who can turn down a guy who loves animals as much as I do? He does do some other things that I'll just keep to myself. We were going to head out to Kings Dominion tomorrow but damned if the weather ain't gonna be shitty. But who knows, maybe we'll be wrong. It sure as hell wouldn't be the first and I'm definitely sure it won't be the last.

On the other hand, my sister reminded me of something my niece said a while back:

She told Peanut she was going to college because there are better playgrounds there.

A few weeks ago, Peanut asked me this:

Mom, when we move out by ourselves, can we adapt a husky of our very own?

Doncha just love kids?