2010 Recap

I thought about doing the month to month break down of 2010.  However, I think I have consumed too many glasses of red wine to think that hard about the past year.

So, I was surfing blogs and came across this idea at California Born and Raised.  It's a pretty fun blog so if you have a moment, pop over and watch the life of a recent college graduate unfold! 
p.s.  her name is also Michelle so you know she is a fun gal!

Accomplishments: Being offered the new job of ASB Activities Coordinator and Dean of Students. 


Decisions: Deciding to apply for the job in August was a big one because my principal and I haven't always seen eye-to-eye.  I truly wasn't sure he would be interested in hiring me and that can be a difficult thing to walk into.   Fortunately, he has been nothing but supportive the past few months so I'm thankful I made the decision to apply.

Moments: Making eye contact with Eric when we walked into Disneyland and saw pure joy on our child's face.  Seeing the Magic Kingdom through the eyes of the child truly is magical.  I kinda want to cry thinking about it.

Movies: I'm a little sad to admit we didn't see many movies in the theater.  The Blindside comes to mind but I don't know if it was a 2009 movie that I finally saw in 2010 (via Netflix).  I really liked it, though. The only movie we saw in the theater was Toy Story 3, with Alexander.  I cried.  I loved it.  Other than that, we've seen several movies with Netflix but nothing outstanding comes to mind.  OH!  Except Hot Tub Time Travels.  Great movie.  So funny.

Presents: Hmmm...Eric and Alexander bought a cool digital frame for me for my birthday.  It no longer works.  That sucks.

Songs:  "I gotta feeling" by Black Eyed Peas because it reminds me of Leadership camp, Alexander singing it with my high school students last spring, and it is a fun song.  Right now, the song that stands out is "Dynamite" by Taio Cruz because Alexander insists on hosting a dance party everytime he hears it.  In the car.  In a store.  In the driveway.  In the living room.  It's the best dance party song ever.  Just ask Jo-Jo and Zak.

Travels: Arizona/Disneyland in February, Disneyworld in March, Leadership camp in July, Lake Chelan in August, Wenatchee in October. 

TV Shows: We don't watch any TV because Alexander usually comandeers the TV.  However, we did watch Dexter and The Wire series via Netflix and I fell in love with The Wire.  So good.

Words to Live By: If you can dream it, you can do it."  Walt Disney

Happy New Year!!

A Fun Night and a Senior Picture

Tonight, I am going out with some of my favorite people. 

This picture was taken almost a year ago, when we met on the first of what would become many nights over the past year.

I have known them over half of my life.  Ok, more than half of my life if I did the math correctly.  Unfortunately, I think I did. 

Kelli:  We met in 7th grade, have birthdays one week apart, and plan to celebrate our 40th in Vegas in October.  She's a member of the herd and the person I would call if I ever needed to bury a body.  She'd bring a shovel and take my secret to her grave.

Joe:  We met in 1st grade and he is the only person who I had a class with every single year of public school.  We attended college 40 minutes away from each other, too.  And he is the most genuine man I know.

Chris:  We met in high school, as freshman in history (he says PE) class.  He was my date to Homecoming my senior year.  And he makes me laugh. 

These are friends from my childhood.  Friends who knew and accepted me with long mousy hair, braces, and a really obnoxious personality. 



Circa 1989



Over the years, each of us has wandered in and out of one another's lives.  After we had our 20 year high school reunion, we started meeting once a month (or so) to hang out.  Actually, that didn't start until we hung out after the high school football game last year but whatever. Turns out we still have a lot of fun together.  They are good people who make me a better person for knowing them.

It's going to be a fun night.  A very fun night, indeed! 

Now...what should I wear??

Dear Aunt DeeGee

Hi Aunt DeeGee,



Today, I know you are busy playing with the angels but here on earth, we are saying goodbye to you.  The family is gathered, tears are flowing, and I'm pretty sure there is laughter too.  And from your heavenly perch, I have no doubt you are laughing along and wiping their eyes, as necessary. 

It's never easy to say goodbye to a loved one.  You are the last of your generation. Oops, there is Uncle Dick but I keep forgetting him, even at his ripe age of 90-something.  But you are the last of the three sisters that defined the lives of my mother, my uncle, and her numerous cousins.   From the time I can remember, her cousins were her siblings.  This is a gift you and your sisters gave to Mom, especially once my grandma died.  Did you know what gift you were giving her to hold on to at all those family events?  I have a feeling you knew exactly what you were doing.  After all, you were one of the smartest ladies I ever knew.



Aunt DeeGee with my mom and her cousins (and baby Sydnee)

I can't begin to tell you of my admiration of you.  I can picture your bright smile on your face, as you drank a beer at my baby shower.  Oh, what a fiesty lady you were!  I have no doubt I would have enjoyed hanging out with you, Aunt June, and Grandma when you were all my age.  No doubt whatsoever!  Luckily, I am blessed to hang out with the legacies and wonderful people the three of you left behind.  Greatly blessed.

So, even though I am not with my family at the service, I know you are with them. 

Thank you for being an amazing woman.   You will be missed.  And tonight, I'll toast a beer in your honor.

Aunt DeeGee with my generation of cousins (minus one or two.  And Alexander) 

We love you.

p.s.  When you have a chance, will you give a hug to my grandma for me?  And tell Uncle Bill and Jerome that Mardi is happy?  And, if you have a minute, please thank Grandmuz for being our guardian angel all these years.

 

The Great Phone Debate

Eric and I are in discussions regarding new phones.  Since we're living on a teacher's salary, with a imminent remodel on the horizon, money is tight, to say the least.  He has found a great deal with Vi*gin Mobile service but reviews are mixed.  I think I would like the phone - it's a Samsung Intercept.  But I love, love, love my Blackberry Curve so I'm hesitant to change.  The Intercept is an Android (no clue what that means) with a touchscreen and slide out full keyboard.

As part of our discussion, he jokingly said I should post it on my blog for input from readers.  I responded with, "I don't think anyone reads my blog."  He laughed because he always says to me when I make him pose for a picture.  For the blog.

I maintain three blogs.  Why three?  Well, I'm Type-A.  I don't want topics to blend.  Makes total sense, right?  Nonetheless, despite my clean lines between blogs, there are very few followers on any of the three.  Alexander's blog is in the lead with twenty-four followers, this blog has twenty-two followers, and the house remodel has...two (thanks Jo-Jo and Auntie!). 

Like any other normal person, there are days when I wonder why I bother.  Why spend the time when no one is reading it? 

Then, I open my email and read, "Alexander is too adorable for words and Marigold is beautiful.  What a joy it is to read and see your blog.  Aunt Dotty."

Aunt Dotty is my mom's best friend.  I had no idea she followed Alexander's blog.  I guess I really don't know or can pretend to guess who reads the blogs.

What began as a way to record Alexander's life and keep loved ones updated has become one of my favorite pasttimes.  Updating the blogs is a release that I need.  From the time I was a little girl, I loved writing in journals.  I tried scrapbooking but the perfectionist in me struggled with each page.  Now, I can type out my thoughts and add pictures along the way.  I take pictures that I normally wouldn't force others to pose for and blame it on the blog.  When an event occurs, I think how I can't wait to blog it.  And in my free time, I love to surf other blogs out there, even if I don't comment.

In the end, comments from readers aren't necessary. 

Unless I want feedback on phones.

So, if you happen to have the Samsung Intercept, or Vi*gin Mobile service, or have an Android phone (and can explain what it does to me), I'd appreciate hearing from you!

Or not.  Again, the comments isn't what is important about the blogs. 

What's important is that I have found something I love doing and I'm going to keep doing it until I run out of things to say.  Or Alexander reaches an age where he no longer wants me to share his life with the world.

I figure that gives me at least eight more years.

ALL IN

If there is one thing this girl loves to do, it is gamble. 
OH.  BOY.

Thanks to my MIL, I have discovered a new obsession.

I have to tell you a funny story about poker.

When I logged in tonight. Alexander and Eric were sitting on the couch beside me.  The minute the screen came up, Alexander pointed to it and yelled, "That's poker!  My Umma LOVES poker."

A few minutes he looked over and asked me if I was winning.  When I said I wasn't, he responded with "losing means TIME OUT for Mama!" and started laughing.

Well, kiddo, my last hand just won $500.00! 

 If this was real money, you'd SO want me sitting at your table.

I surrender

I fought it as long as I could.  But sometimes, you just gotta raise the white flag and give in.

I surrender. 

I'm Sick.



Winter Break

The best thing about Winter Break is the excuse to do absolutely nothing at all.

It's the fact that I don't have to do anything productive in the next two weeks. 

Dishes can pile up.

Laundry can pile up.

Clutter can pile up.

And I won't care.

Ok, that's a total lie.

  I really don't start vacations until the house is clean (is anyone else that Type A?) so I spent most of this past weekend, cleaning our house.  However, with a vacation, I don't have to try to cram all that cleaning into a couple of hours, while the boys nap.  Life slows down. 

And I give myself permission to slow down, too.

Instead, we will go to the mall in the mornings to walk.  We visited Santa today.  I will shop.  And shop.  And shop.  I even threw in a yoga session today.  Impressive, I know.

Maybe, just maybe, I'll start the 30 day shred (anyone taking bets?)

I think about finishing those jobs.

I'm not ready to tackle them just yet.   

Oh, you want to see the picture with Santa?  

I think I'll spend some time thinking how cute my kid is instead of doing the dishes tonight. 

 

In the Dark

A huge storm came through Friday night.  It rocked the house for hours. 

Normally, this would have freaked me out but I may or may not have taken a couple of Excedrin PM's because I may or may not have spent the evening, drinking with friends so I may or may not have slept through the entire storm.  

However, I was awoken from my drunken stupor when  Alexander woke up and realized his night light wasn't working.  He started screaming, which led to crying, which led to a puking (tricky gag reflex), which led to a trembling toddler who insisted on sleeping with us at 1AM. 

The kid has never wants to cuddle up to sleep so I didn't argue when he insisted I hold his hand and cuddle with him. If my baby wanted to cuddle, who was I to argue?

Early Saturday morning, Eric fired up the generator to warm the house up while Alexander and I bundled ourselves for a Santa Train ride.  Auntie Kimmie (coffee in hand!) and Lorelli arrived to pick us up and while we were enjoying ourselves on the Santa Train, Eric "macgyver'd" the wiring so Alexander's room could have power and a toddler wouldn't be scared of the dark.  Good Daddy.

He still insisted on sleeping with us last night.  

I didn't argue.

The power came on about 2:30 this morning, and the lights were a blazin'.

All is back to normal.

And I have two weeks of vacation to enjoy!

An idea for the Santa pictures

One thing I've struggled with is what to do with the pictures of Santa and Alexander.  Do I frame them?  Do I create a collage of them (assuming he'll do this for me every year for the rest of his natural born life)? 

Then I saw this project at my girlfriends house and I HAD TO DO IT.

Materials:

Gold holiday ribbon

Hot glue gun

Glue stick

Family Christmas cards

Holiday pictures with Santa

Glass of wine (optional)

  

1. Cut a strip of gold ribbon based on number of Santa pictures or length of wall where final project will hang

2. Write the year of Santa photo below the picture in silver (or gold) sharpie

3.  Sip wine

4.  Fold back the cardboard frame of holiday picture and glue the family christmas card to it as a keepsake

5.  Hot glue each picture to the ribbon

6.  Ice any burned parts of fingers

7.  Sip more wine

8.  Hang project

TA-DA!!

I was surprised at how simple and easy this project was to do.

And now I have a wonderful display for years to come!

Playing the Villain

Does anyone like the villain?

In this new job of mine, I've had to make a few changes to our high school dance culture.  We've already battled the "go drunk to the dance" era.  That battle has been waged and won.  To me, that's the harder battle so I'm grateful I don't have to step into that mess.

Now, it is the battle for appropriate music and dancing.  I'm all for a fun dance.  I'm all for good, clean fun in high school.  I'm even in support of having a little unclean fun while in high school but not AT the high school (it helps to have some experiences when one enters college so they don't go completely overboard.  i.e. Michelle circa 1990).   However, to get to the good, clean high school fun at a high school dance, I'm going to have to wage the battle.  I have to make changes to music and I have to enforce the rules.  I have to listen to parents complain about the dancing and listen to the kids complain about the music. I have to dive into the middle of the smelly, overly warm, disgusting crowd and clean up the dancing. 

Over and over and over again.

It's so gross.

I am the villain.

I have to remind myself that I'm doing my job.   I have to remind myself that it will take time for kids to adjust to the changes I'm making to the dances.  I have to remind myself that what I am doing, I am doing for the good of the school.  I'm not doing it for those who complain the loudest about "wasting money on a dance that has terrible music" simply because they don't like the music. I have to remind myself, by making these changes, there will be students who attend and take the place of those who are unhappy.  I am doing it so ALL kids at our school feel comfortable at a school event.  It isn't about making money.  It's about giving opportunities to students to be a part of something at school.

I am still the villain.

And that just doesn't feel very good.  Especially to someone who is used to feeling like a hero.

December Goals

First, let's check in to see how I did with November's goals...

Stick to online Weight Watchers for the entire month. CHECK!  And they switched the numbers on me.  And I haven't lost weight.  And I STILL stuck with it.  Booyah!

Return all the new clothes that I'm not keeping and put away the credit card until after the holidays. Mostly check.  I have a new bag of clothes to return but this month's credit card bill was lower.

Keep my cool when I arrive home to find the house looking like a hurricane ran through it. CHECK!  Eric even noticed and, unprompted, commented on it the other night.  This is progress!

Since I can't shop for myself, I'll put together holiday wish lists for us 3 and start creating lists for family gifts. CHECK!  All packages have been mailed and all my shopping is done, except for my Mom.

Figure out which pictures to use for the annual Christmas card and have the cards printed.  Kinda check.  I figured out the pictures but am waiting for card production.

Read 5 books. CHECK.  Six days of Thanksgiving break didn't hurt.

Run. Once a week. CHECK!  And I think I'm running another half marathon in May...OY!

So, onto December's goals:

1.  Write Christmas letter, print Christmas cards and address all the envelopes before December 20.
2.  Figure out what to do for additional Christmas decorations for our house.  The tree is up but the rest of the house looks kinda...blah.  And I have NO artistic ability and a weird house design so I'm kinda stuck on what to do.
3.  Mail a personal card to a family member or friend at least once a week.
4.  Stay on Weight Watcher points over the holiday break and commit to sticking to my points at every holiday event!
5.  Run 4 times over winter break
6.  Recommit to update our finances and stay on budget in 2011- using budget spreadsheet
7.  Plan Alexander's birthday party, including the purchasing of all supplies.  Since I have a tendency to go overboard as compensation for his birthday being 2 weeks after Christmas, I'm certain this year will be no different.

Here's hoping the third month of goal setting is a successful one.
Tminus 14 days to Winter Vacation.  I'm so ready.

10 reasons to love this weekend.

1.  Eric's birthday.

He can no longer say he is younger than me.
 

2.  Alexander was at a sleepover Friday night. 

Thank you Kim, RJ and Lorelli!

3.  G*rlic J*m's Gluten-Free Chicken Bacon Ranch Pizza.

SO GOOD!

4.  10 hours of sleep

Waking up without an alarm clock might be the best thing ever.

5.  Morning run on a cold (30 degrees), sunny day.

Pretty bad-ass, right?

6.  Pumpkin Spice Latte

A little treat while running errands

7.  The Wire

Our latest addiction

8.  Christmas gifts packed and ready to be shipped

UPS truck coming soon to Braillard's and Brown's

9.  Christmas decorations

Fa-la-la-la-la

10. APPLE CUP!

What is success?

Everyone needs validation.  Everyone needs to feel success.  Right now, I'm struggling to find validation. I'm struggling to find success.  I'm struggling to determine how I can possibly being making a difference.


I've been at the new job for three months.  The honeymoon is over. Not a day has gone by where I haven't learned something new about the job, people, parents, or myself.  I still love the job.  I don't regret making the decision to change jobs.  My ASB kids are meeting the expectations I set, I'm slowly changing the culture of student leadership, I have a great team who are helping me, and I do not miss PE.

All that being said, no longer am I the teacher kids run to for advice.  No longer am I the teacher kids confide in when they need an adult to talk with.  I've been blessed for 15 years with a job that has filled me with joy.  I know I have made a difference in my students lives.  For years, without even realizing it, I've associated my work in guiding kids in making the right choices as success.  However, after defining yourself as the teacher who is that person for students, switching hats is hard!  And it makes me question whether I'm tough enough for this job.

I'm starting to realize that I see the same "type" of kids, day in and day out.  I receive a discipline referral, I call the kid in, listen to their side, and give a consequence.  That's all fine and good.  Until they are back in my office 2 weeks later, for the same thing and haven't made any changes in their behaviors.  WTH?  You really did that again?  You really didn't learn from last time?   I'm really having to give another consequence for the same behavior?  Really?

Now, I'm not naive enough to think I'm going to drastically alter these kids lives after a 10 minute conversation.  I'm not going to change a lifetime of habits, family lifestyles, negative behavior or anything extreme that has shaped this child.  However, I'm a "fixer".  Since I was 16 years old and in Natural Helpers, I have helped other people when they are in need.  I've mastered how to ask questions to find out how to guide someone to discover what they need to make the right choices.  I knew so well what to say to help a kid feel better and empowered to make the right choices, in that moment.  Again, not naive enough to believe they walked away and made the right choices.  But I gave them something to think about.

In this new job?  Well, that just doesn't happen.  Like ever.   And now that I'm not helping...I'm just not feeling successful.  Or very needed.  I don't need to hear that I'm the most loved teacher, believe me.  I don't need to hear that I'm changing the world.  I'm long past needing the ego boost that comes when a student tells you that you are their favorite teacher.  I'm just asking for a little validation that I'm making a difference.  Just a little something to keep me going.

I can't help but ask myself will I find success in this job?  Will I feel validated?   Is my personality better geared towards teaching in a classroom or can I make a difference as an administrator? 

I just don't know.

From 19 - 29...all in one day

No, I'm not talking age.  Although, it did occur to me that there is no other time in my life when I experienced more emotional or professional growth than the years between the ages of 19 - 29.   Think about it.  Life in college.  Graduate from college.  Fall in love.  Fall out of love.  Apply to jobs.  Fall in love again.  Start your first job.  Get married.  Maybe have babies (unless you were me and had NO desire to have a child until you were 32 and didn't end up pregnant til 35 but really, haven't I talked about my infertility issues enough already?) 

 Anyhow, let's get back to the real reason I blogged tonight, shall we?  Refocus...



Yesterday, when I opened up my Weight Watchers online account, a brand new number flashed at me.  And that brand new number is one I HAVE NEVER SEEN BEFORE.  No, it wasn't a new lower weight.  I wish it was that easy!  The new number was the point value suggested that I eat in a day to lose weight on the WW system.  Typically, I eat 19 points a day.  If you are on WW, you're still with me at this point in the blog.  For those of you who haven't a clue and are starting to think of all the other things you could be doing with your time right now,  I'll give a brief synopsis.  The basic idea with WW is that every food has a point value assigned to it and, based on your weight loss/maintenance plan, you can eat a certain number of points (depending on height, weight and activity levels).  You're welcome.  Let's move on.

In a 24 hour period, I went from 19 to 29 points.  Holy Lots of Points Batman.

Naturally, I freaked out.  Why in the world would I want MORE points?  More points equals MORE FOOD which turns to FAT!!  What are these people doing to me?

So, while I frantically tried to figure out how to revert to the old program, I did what any freaked-out-insecure-woman-standing-on-the-ledge would do.  I texted my co-worker who is a WW leader and asked her talk me off the ledge.  She called me, laughed at me, and then spent a good half hour, explaining the new program to me.  She reassured me it works.  After two months, she has 29 points and hasn't gained a pound.  She could be right.

Turns out they just wanted people to eat better food so they assigned new point levels to all foods.  Most point values increased, thus, MY point values increased. 

Phew.

Turns out 29 points isn't going to make me fat after all.

p.s.  those christmas presents behind my head are for your family, Liz and Jeff.

p.p.s  for those who are wondeirng, that beer in front of me is worth 5 points.  Good thing I have 29 in a day, right?

Six Days Later

The vacation ends.

Alexander - 15 months

And I have absolutely nothing productive to show for it. 

Sure, I did some laundry.  Yea, I did some Christmas shopping.  You bet I ate too much and drank way more than my daily Weight Watcher points allowed.  I might have gone out and run one day...uh, nope.  I chose to stay in and do yoga instead.  Chances are good that I devoured a couple of books that required zero thinking.  I definitely spent a day or two without a shower.  I'm pretty darn sure I napped every single day.  And I'm about 99% certain I'm caught up on the Real Housewives.  From all the cities.

What I didn't do was clean out the closets or organize any rooms (except the playroom), put up Christmas decorations, battle crowds on Black Friday, write the three letters of recommendations looming over my guilty conscience, set up any playdates with friends, run the miles I intended to rack up this week, box up the piles of stuff in the basement, or organize my sock drawer.  See what I mean about being unproductive?

Instead, I spent my time coloring with my son, setting up train sets with my son, building lego skyscrapers with my son, played in snow with my son and husband, danced up a storm with my son and husband, and watched countless youtube train videos, movies, and a saaaweeet Phineas and Ferb marathon with my son and husband. 

Turns I don't really care if I was unproductive. 

Cause I bet in three weeks, when its Christmas Break, I'll do it all over again!

FAMILY
best
friends

crayons
generations

grins

 love

 baby

giggles

holidays

FAMILY

A Thanksgiving Meal - Snowed In Style!

1. Cranberry from a can - which neither of us enjoy.  But canberries are a must on Thanksgiving, right?
2. Instant Mashed Potatos - which we didn't make because we were too full from the apple/Cougar Gold cheese appetizer (and multiple afternoon cocktails).
3. Gluten Free Beef Pasta Dish - we both graded it a B
4. Captain and Diet Coke

It may not have been the most gourmet meal we have ever eaten but the best part of all was sharing it with these faces.

Count Your Blessings

If the only prayer you said in your whole life was, "thank you," that would suffice. 

 ~Meister Eckhart

Alexander slept in this morning so my day began with thankful thoughts!  On this Thanksgiving morning, I'm looking out the picture windows at giant white snowflakes falling through the sky.   I have intense hope that the snow will turn to rain and the temps will rise enough to melt the ice off the roads.  If not, I won't see Jodie or my family today and that makes me sad.  As happy as I am to be with my boys, Thanksgiving isn't the same without a trip over the hills and through the woods to Grandmother's house. 

There are many things to be thankful for and the list will vary from person to person.

Since you're reading my blog, you get my list!

1. A husband who cooks and stays home with our son because we both realize I am not stay-at-home mom material.  He loves me unconditionally and lets me be me - a working mom.
2. An adorable son who teaches me patience as he brings laughter into my heart
3. Wednesday date nights, compliments of my parents
4. Sleepovers, compliments of my inlaws
5. Quality frienships with people who fill my heart with love
6. My siblings who buy really good Christmas presents since they have new jobs this year
7. My grandma's brocolli and cheese casserole 
8. My son's 8pm bedtime
9. My 8:15pm bedtime
10. Coffee
11. Red Wine
12. A challenging job
13. A paycheck
14. A savings account that kinda keeps us from living paycheck to paycheck. 
15. Monthly socials with Kelli, Joe and Chris. 
16. My laptop and text messaging
17. My new boots
18. Netflix
19. Online shopping
20. Red Wine (cut me some slack here, I've been stuck at home for 3 days with a toddler!)

It's a short, funny list.  It's 100% true. 

Life is good, people.  Be thankful for the blessings in your life and love on those who are struggling and need your patience and understanding.

Happy Thanksgiving to you and your family!

2nd Snow Day is a COLD Day!

Last night, Eric asked me how long of a weekend this holiday weekend will be for me.  SIX DAYS!  Woo-hoo for an extra-long weekend!  Granted, I can't leave our house.  Granted, the temps hit 11 degrees last night.  Granted, more snow is expected.

Despite all of that, I have no complaints about snow days!  I have the Uglies book series to read.  We have Netflix for movies.  I have plenty of cabinets and closets to clean out, Eric went to the store so we have food, and there is an entire yard of snow to play with, if the temps warm up.  And Alexander is loving the games on the disneychannel.com (it is rather frightening how well he manuevers the computer mouse).  In truth, snow days have become more about entertaining the toddler, rather than resting the Mommy!  

We are supposed to travel to my grandma's for Thanksgiving tomorrow.  But I'm not sure how much of the family is going to make it.  My cousin Jodie and her boyfriend, Zak, are supposed to travel south to stay with us but with the snow expected, I don't know what they will be able to do. My sweet sister has been stuck at work since she was the only responsible hotel manager who managed to find their way into downtown Seattle.  And there is no way we are driving the 1975 Land Cruiser on the freeway. 

This may be one Thanksgiving where we are simply thankful to be home, safe and warm.

Snow Day!

Many of my teacher friends do not like snow days.  They don't like how snow days extend the school year into June.  Me?  Well, I love me a snow day!  I love having a reason to be home with the boys.  And I love how being stuck indoors gives me the perfect excuse to clean and clear out clutter. 

This morning, the sun is shining but the temps remain very cool.  Mid-20's, I believe.  There are brave souls who are traveling the roads but we're staying put.  Ideally, the temps will raise a bit more but more snow is expected.  I'm definitely not complaining!  We went outside for about an hour or so.  Unfortuantely, its so dry that making a snowman will have to wait. 

In the meantime, there are plenty of indoor activities to be done!

Today's To-Do List:

• Color, watch movies, and take a nap!
• Bundle up and play in the snow for as long as the little man can handle it.
• Eric wants to go to the store but I'm not sure that is a trip for all 3 of us.  We'll see.
• Clean out the playroom of toys no longer played with and set them aside for the garage sale.
• Put away the loads and loads of laundry.

Let It Snow, Let It Snow, Let It Snow!

Let me state, for the record, that I hate snow.  Pure and simple.  Hate. It.

Yet, this is what I see when I look outside my windows.

The snow started this morning at 5:30AM and didn't let up until well after noon.

School was and stayed in session, throughout the snowfall.  I spent my day, wearing two coats, a sweater, thick gloves, and my Ugg boots, walking around campus.  Apparently, as administration, our job includes telling kids to drop the snowballs, stop sliding down hills, slow down the cars in the parking lot, and answer 100 times, why we aren't going home early.  Needless to say, I was cranky and cold by the time the district let everyone leave an hour early (especially once I found out I couldn't leave until the last kid was off campus).

Fortunately, the roads were bare and wet and I made it home just fine.  Right now, the snow is dumping again, temps are falling, and I could care less because I have a nice hot buttered rum to warm my chilled bones.

What is your vote on snow?  Love it or Hate it?