No complaints so far.

But, life seemed simpler when I was 31. I'm noticing a couple more wrinkles in the crow's feet region. There's some pretty significant cellulite on the backs of my legs.

As I get older, though, I find myself caring less about all the above hoopla. It's not that I'm letting myself go, but maybe I'm beginning to just like myself. I feel like I'm eating better now than when I was 20. I'm doing healthier activities now than when I was 20. Overall, I'm living better than when I was 20.

Kind of makes me wonder what kind of good things I'll be doing when I'm 42. Not that I'm that anxious to get there, though. Just wondering.

Here I am. Still breathing. Functioning. Contributing to the GNP, as far as I know.

Our community theater play "You're a Good Man, Charlie Brown" begins this weekend. Runs for the 13th, 14th, and then the 20th and 21st. Pretty much every night for the last five weeks, Brent and I and the kids have been at the playhouse. It's been fun, but I'm ready to be done and able to spend my evenings back at my house.

Kids started soccer last week amid the cold temperatures ("spring" in Iowa). We've just gotten about three inches of snow today...and it's still going. WTF?

Brent totally bleached his hair today for the play (he's Schroeder). I frankly can't stop staring at him. I can't decide if I like it or if it weirds me out too much.

My college class (TV/Video Production) ends in a couple of weeks. That class has been the bane of my existence, and I can't wait for that to be done as well.

I am finally just now getting excited about my upcoming trip to Greece this summer and have started reading travel and history books voraciously. In fact, am currently working on the book A Brief History of Ancient Greece.

In the manner of Bridget Jones, I am also attempting to improve upon my diet. Am reading Steven Pratt's SuperFoods Rx: Fourteen Foods that Will Change Your Life. Will incorporate above foods into current diet plan, ie Weight Watchers.

Corking good plan. Cheerio.

At least...I feel like it.

Sping Break is over, we're back in the swing of things at school, the play Brent and I are doing is going swiftly, I've got a few deadlines hanging over my head at work...

I feel a bit like the dog who swims upstream.

One day at a time. Just wanted to check in and say that I'm not dead.

We've been in Phoenix approximately one day.

The trip got off to an interesting start. We left the hotel yesterday morning (5 am) and were in the shuttle, when we realized we'd left our ticket information in the car. There was a moment of panic, till we figured we were OK cause we'd done e-tickets, and it occurred to me, "Really, this is the age of electronics, and if they don't have my shit on the computer, then I'm not going."

Anyway, it all turned out OK. We checked in rather quickly, and did the whole security thing. It's been a couple of years since I've done the whole airplane bit, and new regs state all liquid and liquid-like substances must be in a quart ziploc baggie. I, of course, did not know this...

I will be billing United Airlines for approximately $10. For compensation of one container of Quench hand lotion, one tube of lip gloss, and one small pot of Burt's Bees Lip Balm. Thankfully, they did not take my bottles of Boston contact cleaner and solution.

Anyway, I'm off to Prescott and other such beautiful Arizona country to drown my toiletry loss-sorrow in some hardcore shopping.

I probably need new sandals. See ya.

***Who can tell me what song the above sentence is in?***

Yes, folks, Crazy Dirtyfeet sucks bigtime.

I have gotten caught up in the cesspool of life, and let a week slip past without illuminating my legions of dear readers.

And now is no time to be lengthy...I shall keep it short.

I will be leaving a few short hours from this state...my parents and I are driving to Kansas City this afternoon, where we will board a plane (in the WEE hours of Tues. morning) to Phoenix, Arizona. Where my brother lives.

I am on Spring Break right now, and have the next six days for vacation. And I am going South. No more winter coat, cold medicine, and muddy shoes. I will be there till Friday afternoon. Somebody sing me the Hallelujah chorus.

I have a hari appointment in about a half-hour, then I will finish packing and be on my merry way. I plan on listening to my iPod, reading Homer's "The Odyssey" and other various travel books on Greece, and having unrushed conversations with my parents.

At some point, my dad will probably drink too much and begin spouting opinions that are completely ignorant and based on nothing but his outrageously pointless observations, and my brother and I will laugh and try to keep the discussion from getting too heated.

Ah, good times.

You all have fun around here...I'll try to check in if possible.