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Spring Busyness

I know I've been quiet lately and I can't promise I'll be around consistently for the next few weeks, but I wanted to let you know I'm still here.

You see spring is a busy, busy time. (I'm sure many of you can relate!) My work generally gets a lot heavier in the spring months as the rate of sold projects picks up. There always seems to be a rush in the spring and then again in September through the end of the year.

On top of that it is baseball season and, as anyone with athletic kids or stepkids can attest, schedules can get quite hectic.

My stepson is playing on rec, travel, and school teams. There is pretty much a baseball practice or game (or both!) every day of the week.

With the weather turning warm and breezy, I consider baseball games great excuses to spend some time outside soaking it up. I love these spring days.

What are you up to this gorgeous spring? (Or fall for my ladies in the southern hemisphere?)

As we approach the end of the school year, I reflected on math homework at I hope you'll check it out.


  1. I love spring. I have always felt work should have the same options as college. On really nice days we would have class outside. I think we should be able to work outside!


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