It's spring, the snow is melting, so there are piles of dirt and garbage everywhere.  My allergies are acting up or out, or something.  Then it tried to snow again today - but it didn't stick to the ground.  I walked to and from work today.  I can see an end, an end to winter. 

Spring also means the last 6 weeks or so of television.  I both love and hate season finales.  They are some of the best episodes, great writing, acting, directing, and exciting plot devices.  It also means we are closer to summer reruns - which I do not like.  So it is happy, and sad.

Will you be my valentine?  I think I have fallen in love with you.  Your pretty and black.  Your back is shiny.  You're constantly in my possession.  Sometimes I hold you in my hands.  Sometimes I just let you sit there while I listen to your soothing sounds.  At the gym you pump me up and encourage me to keep going.  At night you are with me until I fall asleep.  Sometimes your loud, but that's ok, sometimes I am loud too.  You never mind driving with me place in my car.  You don't make fun of my off key, out of tune singing.  You have a wide variety of taste in music. 

Oh, iPOd, will you be mine? 

(now if only I was in the US I could subscribe to get CSI episodes on my iPOd every week.  Darn.  Most of the time I love being a Canadian - but sometimes . . . )

unless I write about it in my blog.  

So it has been a crazy couple of weeks.  I have gone slightly MIA.  I apologize.  I missed you all. 

On Jan 8 our installations team at work was split up into 4 separate teams.  I now work downstairs in customer service.  It's a whole different floor.  My desk is bigger.  I don't have to put up with some of the people I don't like as much.  I am almost settled in now, almost.  But it was a big change and sometimes my head still spins. 

On Jan 19 I went on a weekend trip to Jasper.  It's the annual ski trip organized by a friend of mine at work.  This is my fourth year.  I don't ski.  I spend the weekend shopping, eating, driking, dancing and having an excellent time.  This was the best year yet.  It took me until Wednesday before I started to feel normal again.  I can't say anything more - ecspt I got a shirt that says "What happens in Jasper, Stays in Jasper."  It sums up the whole weekend.

CSI Season 7 ROCKS!!!  I mean, it's not the same without Grissom the past couple of episodes - but if he's going to be gone - this is damn good television.

My only wish SIGN UP FOR SEASON EIGHT JORJA!!!