March Madness

Good morning, March!

I am about to have a whirlwind romance with the month of March, a spring fling of epic proportions. Allow me to expand.

I kicked off the month with a beautiful walk to work. The sun is shining, and the air is crisp.

Perfect weather: check.

Tonight, Laura is spending the night, and we're going to watch Easy A. In my humble opinion, a slumber party is always a good start.

Later this week, I'm heading home for the first time since January. I've been more than a bit homesick lately, so I'm really, really looking forward to my weekend stay with dear old Mom and Dad. First things first, I have a much needed hair appointment on Thursday. As David likes to tell me, my hair "is turning black." I look forward to hair cuts like most people look forward to birthdays and Christmas, so this appointment has been underlined and highlighted in my planner for weeks. I have a father-daughter date with Dad to see Mini Me debut as the lead in the high school's production of Little Women. Mom and I are going to go shopping Saturday, catch up on our favorite reality shows (all of the highest quality, obviously), and sit around the kitchen table chatting about the same old things.

I return to school on Monday, March 7, just for a few days. By Thursday, March 10, I'll officially be on holiday. Although, this year my spring break won't exactly be a break. On Thursday afternoon, Chasley and I will jet-set our way to South America to spend a week with my cousin Emily in Chile, where she is spending the semester abroad. Chas informed me last night that she's been running, tanning, and push-upping in preparation for our Chilean debut, but please believe me when I say that I'm the same color I was the day I was born-- as in before the sun had ever touched me; I'm not actually a startling shade of purple like I was on the day I was born... you know what, poor illustration-- and I haven't seen a gym in weeks. But hey, I'll just make Chasley look that much better. And that's the kind of friend I am.

We return from Chile on Friday, March 18, when I'll finish off SB2011 recovering from jet lag at home-- hopefully on a warm, sunny deck with Mom and the pets. After one last weekend of break, I'll head back to school for another week. Not even a week, actually. I'll return to Tuscaloosa on March 20, and turn around on Friday and head to (cue angel voices) Auburn for a weekend with the Sisters. We're going to see The Civil Wars play on Friday night and spending Saturday at Six Flags. I mean, really, I can't express how excited I am about Six Flags. I'm a complete ninny when it comes to roller coasters, and I spend the first minute on each ride begging God to let me see the end of the day, but I do it to myself nonetheless.

After girls' weekend, I'll have a few days left with March. Our relationship will have peaked by the end of the weekend retreat, and I'll spend the last few days tapering off our contact. I suspect our brief affair will be nothing short of legendary, but come March 31, I'll have to end things. I'm sorry, March, it's not you-- it's me. You're wonderful, perfect even. But it's only fair to you that I move onto April. I probably should've mentioned on that Tuesday, March 1, that I'm not really the commitment type.

But I'll get to the break up later. For now, I'm going to woo March and make the most of our time together.