I totally missed my Flaurella blog birthday. I thought it was today, the 28th, but I looked it up last night and it was the 23rd of March, 2005. Well, Bonne Anniversaire to me! Perhaps, this week I will run a few of my fave posts from the last year. Talk about ego -- shoving old blog posts down your throats a second time.
There's plenty to celebrate this week. My GATORS made it past the Sweet Sixteen, breezed through the Elite Eight and now, for the third time in school history, we are going to the Final Four this Saturday. We could end up in the Championship game next Monday. To say we are excited would be an understatement. We could be talking a whole lot more batta boom, too.
I slept through the night last night for the first time in many years. I didn't take a sleeping pill and I went to bed early and slept for 12 hours, only waking once when W4D left for work. I normally sleep 3 to 4 hours a night -- maybe 5 to 6 hours max if I take a sleeping pill. 12 whole hours was amazing except, I kept dreaming about death and dying and taxes. I guess it is time to get out the receipts and the books and load Turbo Tax.
These are the last of my camellias. There are a few blooms left but for picking purposes, this is it.
The Bloom is Off the Rose
(in more ways than one)
"I used to dread getting older because I thought I would not be able to do all the things I wanted to do, but now that I am older I find that I don't want to do them." -- Nancy Astor, 1959
Too much sleep is really depressing.