Well folks, it's official, I really am allergic to Spring. I love Spring. I love the flowers, the grass, and the beautiful bud-filled trees. I love the color of spring grass, and the way it smells after the first mowing.

The problem is that Spring is a fickle friend. It simply does not love me back. Each year I think that this will be the year I beat the curse, weather the sniffles and march gleefully toward summer with no need for a prednisone shot, antibiotics and/or cartons of Benadryl. WRONG!

While fearing that I am some weak genetic mutation of my much stronger fore bearers, I still love Spring. Maybe next year?

My dear husband and I have been trying to make the means and the ends meet, with a pretty big gap in between. I have longed for the time when being a stay at home wife, mother, sister, daughter, and especially grandmother would be my profession...so I am not giving up the fight easily.

Lately I have become fascinated with on-line blogs about simple living and frugality. I like reading about how other folks have opted to jump off the speeding train and work toward simplicity and serenity in their lives.

We have done the two career thing, and although I do miss the friendships and people, I do not miss the stress, the anxiety, and the never ending pressure. I am not excited about the idea of jumping back into the job world.

I am determined to make our choices work, and we have made changes (giving up our land line, no more newspaper, no on-line Weight Watchers) and are hoping to see results soon.

Now, just how am I going to make the income and the outgo balance? Stay tuned folks.

I just figured out that I have two blogs with the same name. How did that happen?
From now on I'll be posting in this one, so if you read my blog, look for me here.