Snow on Easter?! The Final Insult.

Ok, a white Christmas I get. Even snow on Martin Luther King Day or President's Day or New Year's Day. But snow on Easter?!! Come on, this is just getting ridiculous. A few blogs ago, I wrote how I was sick of winter and ready for spring. Well, a few weeks later and it is cold and gray and it is almost April and there is no sign of spring. I guess Mother Nature and Mr. Winter got together and decided to have the last laugh and extend this cold winter for another month. When I am out in the cold for a few harsh minutes pumping gas, walking 50 feet to work, or going out to get the paper off my driveway, I think I can actually hear Them laughing at me in the biting wind. Ok, look, I realize that our forefathers, pilgrims, pioneers etc., would look down on me and consider me soft for complaining about being cold as I go from my heated home to my heated car to my heated workplace, but times have changed. They felt lucky to be alive come springtime, I want to be warm and start playing golf. So maybe I am soft and weak and I never would have survived 200 years ago. I feel lucky to live in this time, but I bet George Washington and Thomas Jefferson would complain about this cold winter too. Complaining about the weather is kind of like a past-time in itself. It is what we do, so here I go, I am sick of winter. Now it will be cold until May.

"The Kingdom belongs to such as these"

Madeline Mitchell is the newest addition to the CFS family. She is the first child for Jodi, one of our social workers. As you can tell by the picture, she is really cute and really happy (for the moment).

Look at me!

Hey! Look at me, I figured out how to put pictures on my blog without the help of Robin, our resident genius. I thought I would try to make my blog more interesting, so what is more interesting than a picture of me hard at work. I took a picture of myself at my desk while I was on the phone with someone. Now that is multi-tasking. So here are my observations about myself on the phone. I seem slightly interested in what the person on the other end is saying. I seem distracted, probably because I was taking a picture of myself. I have a very short haircut which I give to myself about every two weeks. I hold the phone in a very manly fashion. There. I should get back to work now taking more pictures of myself and others around the office. See you soon.