Today I'm feeling the weight of the past week, and am ready to lay down in the grass and soak up the sun. Let the little one run barefoot and absorb the minutes and the warmth of 70 degree weather.

Spring fever has me feeling the pregnant pause that comes just before change happens. Everything is in the in-between stage: the seasons, my waistline, and even my hair. They're all partying together in limbo status.

I think I'm going to have my own party. One that rocks out with seeds and dirt and I'll hold it at the coolest hot spot in Internetosphere: Modish.Oh yeah, and you're totally invited, just don't make fun of my weird hair.