Sun is Shining

We'll lift our heads and give jah praises
Sun is shining, the weather is sweet
Make you want to move your dancing feet
~Bob Marley

I'm out of school for a snow day on this perfect sunny day that winks at the mention of spring.
In spite of the fact that the school year has just been lengthened until at least June 2, life is good.
My car is in perfect order, from an oil change, rotated tires, clean inside and out. I can't say the same for my house or a few ungraded papers, but all in all, things are moving in the direction of order.

Car is shining, the inside is clean
Make me want to move on to spring
~Mariel Story

Baby is growing, and so my appetite and belly grow with it. The little tyke is only six inches, yet I look like I'm incubating a large pizza (and I promise I haven't eaten a large pizza--could but it's too much sodium). Thankfully, I did get a few long t-shirts that cover the whole of it, and Jen passed along Shannon's old maternity clothes, many of which will keep me well-clothed through the summer.

Baby is growing, the belly is stout
Make me want to do maternity work out

Ann was sweet enough to get me one of those giant work-out balls, which I'm moving on to as soon as I finish writing. (Note: I am not pictured below. This woman's belly happens to be larger than mine, and my exercise ball is purple, not red.)

Tomorrow will be a good day because it's Friday and that means that after school, I head to Asheville with the Yayas. I think it will involve dinner at Salsa's, night at some posh little hotel with great cable, and an outing to the Biltmore. The last time we went out of town together, we high-tailed it to Charleston for Halloween. We dressed as the Village People. I was the construction worker, complete with a lighting bolt hard hat. The scariest costume, however, was someone dressed as the OctoMom. She wore a long black wig, giant plastic wax lips, and eight baby dolls strapped across her chest. That was the trip where we ate the best pecan-encrusted white-fish and corn bread at Jestine's--where I claimed to have a food baby named Jestine. Come to find out that I was, in fact, one day pregnant, which is sort of like not being pregnant at all, but that's how they count these things. Anyhow, now those crazy girls call my baby, boy or girl that he or she may be, Jestine. I have to say that for me, this trip will not include as many cocktails as that trip.

One more note about food--this one exciting. We joined Community Supported Agriculture! Frosted Hawk Farm, which is just down the road from us, grows a variety of organic vegetables, and by going in with Cindy and Declan, we have a share in 24 weeks worth of fresh, in-season produce. Good food for baby. We may eventually get a share of their poultry as well. This will mean somewhat of a change in how I go about preparing for a meal, since I'll have to base meal plan on what veggies we have, instead of starting with a recipe of my whim, going to the store, and buying those ingredients, still, it will be a good practice. And of course I still love my Kroger.