Almost Christmas

Christmas is almost here. I am trying to take a step back and enjoy the holidays rather then get all worked up about shopping, cooking and cleaning. It is hard to remember the true meaning of Christmas when you are so wrapped up in the chaos. I need to focus of my family, making memories and my faith.

Merry Christmas to all...

Oh Christmas Spirit, Where Are You?

Christmas is almost here. The tree is up, cookies made, spreadsheet created (but so not populated with purchased gifts), but where o where is my Christmas spirit? Every year I tell myself that I will stand back and enjoy the holiday season. But it seems like this year I have not stopped to even think about the season. I have been going through the motions - cookies, ornaments and eating of course, but I have yet to celebrate the true reason for the season.

My goal today and each today until Christmas is to remember why we celebrate Christmas and to enjoy all the blessings in my life. I want to give, I want to surround myself in the love of my family and friends. I want to appreciate how truly blessed I am.

Little Man Going to School

My little man starts Pre-K next week (tears and weeping). I have lived in denial since we received notification of his acceptance, but now the time is drawing near and I have to start preparing myself and Jordi.

My husband has stayed home with Jordi for the last year or so and before that Jordi stayed with a family member, so he has never been in a school or daycare enviroment. I know, I know - he really needs Pre-K. "It will be so good for him." I am not second guessing the decision to send him, I am worried about his adjustment and mine and Kevin's for that matter.

Up until the last few weeks Jordi has refused to stay with anyone but Kevin and me. When he thought he would have to stay somewhere without us he would run to the car and lock the doors (no worries, we had the keys). But he has started staying with my mom at least once a week to get him geared up to be seperated from us.

So I am worried. Very worried. I am expecting a battle the first day. And lots of tears (from everyone). But everyone says "He will be fine after you leave." They don't know my child. He is persistent. What if he cries all day? What if he is scarred for life? What if he doesn't recover from the trauma of being left at school? I know, I'm overracting (as usual), but I am still very, very worried.

I am sorry Mr. Blog...

I am sorry Mr. Blog. I have neglected you over the past few weeks. I apologize to you since I don't have readers to apologize to. I will try and be a better blogger and give you the time and attention you derserve.

Another Year Older

On this day 31 years ago my parents welcomed their little bundle of joy. They kept the bundle's birth a secret until it was announced on the local radio station. Then grandparents were alerted, and the bundle was forever more spoiled with love. And even though the grandparents were deliriously happy with the new bundle of joy, they were still highly pissed at its parents for not letting them know of her arrival.

Today I turn 31. My birthday present to myself is not counting WW points, and I have successfully scarfed down about 100 and I have not yet ate my birthday meal and cake. You only turn 31 once, so you gotta eat it up. Going out tonight for some chicken tenders. I know this sounds crazy, but I avoid chicken tenders (which I love) due to the horrendous amount of points they have. Tonight I shall eat chicken tenders and I may even dip them in ranch.

Now on to bigger and better things. CAKE! My family is making me a cake. Not just any cake, but Better Than Sex Cake. Some of you may doubt that cake could be better than sex, but you just haven't had this cake. I can't wait to eat a piece or two (or maybe three because today is a no points day).

Off We Go

Hi Ho Hi Ho off to see Colie and Tasha we go. Can't wait to spend the weekend at the beach. I NEED A BREAK! I love the sand and the sun, and I can't wait to put my toes in the ocean.

Weekly Weigh In

No worries (not that you were worried). I have not given up on my weight loss journey. I am still just STUCK. Not really going forward and not really going backward. This week I have done well staying on plan, so hopefully I can keep it going through the weekend. Maybe the scales will go down Monday.

Tending Our Garden

This year we decided to plant our own garden. In years past we always mooched off of everyone else, so we thought it was now time to give back.

I love watching things grow and I LOVE fresh produce, but gardening is a lot work. Especially if you have no idea what you are doing. My husband acts like an expert, but I am pretty sure that he is clueless like me. Add a four year old who knows everything about everything to the mix and you have gardening chaos.

We are just now doing most of the planting due to a threat of frost the past few weeks. Once the frost warning was over it rained and rained. Then it rained some more. But last night we planted. We hoed. We weeded. We gardened. And Kev tried to run the Carolina Mule (the tiller), but it ran him more or less. Gardening = hardwork. Things darn well better grow.

I Hate Bedtime!

I hate bedtime. I hated bedtime as a kid and now I am beginning to hate bedtime as an adult. Jordi hates bedtime too (thus the problem).

Starting at 8:30 it ain't nothin but heartache at my house. Jordi hates to settle down for bed. Sleeping equals not playing, and that is so not cool in the mind of a four year old. We finally moved him to his own bed in hopes that bedtime could be more structured, but now he is just angry and he avoids trying to lay down.

His bedtime needs include reading ten million books (literally), having a "snick snack" (who can say no to that), getting a drink of water, needing to brush his teeth again and using the bathroom multiple times. This is all before we turn off the light.

Once the light is off he needs to potty AGAIN, he is still hungry, "lets make up our own story," he has to rearrange all the pillows and blankets to make his "nest" and then we have to sing and sing.

This may sound cute, but after an hour and a half of this it ain't so cute anymore. I hate bedtime. Any suggestions?

The Run Down

It has been awhile. Things have been chaos as usual in our house, but hopefully they are getting ready to slow down. So a brief update on life in general.

I survived my sister's graduation party and graduation. Not only did I survive, but Amy and I made a cake for the festivities.
No one showed up the adoption meeting that Kevin and I hosted.
My bff has officially moved and we celebrated with chowing down on some awesome ribs.
Jordi met with his speech therapist for the first time (and it went very well).

Now to focus on -

Another adoption meeting
Getting the garden planted
Going to Kansas
A June wedding
Summer Reading Program


We are going full speed ahead through Spring and into Summer.

Busy! Busy! Busy!

This Spring is keeping my household running wide open. Birthday parties, graduations, adoption meetings, best friends moving away. My mind and body are overworked and overwhelmed. I have cakes to make, presents to buy and emotions to deal with. But who has the time? I feel like I am devoting a little bit of me (and my time) to each event when I really want to put my whole heart into all that's going on. I want to be overwhelmed with joy for my sister who is graduating from college, but all I can focus on is making sure everything is prepared for her graduation party. I want to take the time to overly prepare a heartfelt presentation for an adoption meeting that I will be hosting, but who knows if anyone will come. Why spend so much time getting ready when no one has signed up to be there. I want to feel the emotion of my best friend moving, but my mind is so crazy that its not really registered (which is probably a good thing). I just need to remind myself to step back, take a breath and enjoy the chaos of life.

How to Make a Dino Cake

Birthday parties are a big deal to me. As I waited to become a mother I always dreamed about the cool birthday parties my kids would have. Now that I have a child and a few parties under my belt, you would think that I would have learned the lesson that birthday parties are tiring. Take any short cuts you can to make it easier on yourself because the kid don't care. However lesson not learned and I decided to make Jordi's cake again this year (with major help from my girls - thanks Amy and NeeNee).

How to Make a Dino Cake

The first step is to ask a loyal cousin (Amy) to actually bake the cake for you. Thus everything will be ready to decorate when you get time. You may also want to ask if you can use her kitchen and a lot of her baking supplies. (Her kitchen is so much bigger and more conducive to a project of this magnitude).



Since the cakes were baked we were ready to go ahead and start making the icing which calls for powdered sugar, Crisco, milk, lemon juice, butter extract and clear vanilla.



Icing can be a bit hard to mix, so you need a trusty mixer to do the job. Sadly Amy's mixer did not survive the challenge. One beater bent and we had to mix the icing with the other solo beater. May her Sunbeam mixer rest in peace. It had a good run.



Once the icing was mixed we colored it dino green and started layering the cakes. Then we, as in Amy, added a crumb coat. I hate doing the crumb coat, so luckily Amy let me pawn it off on her.





Then Amy, NeeNee and I all jumped in to decorate the cake. It was getting hot in the kitchen, so the icing was starting to melt. Big ups to NeeNee for the excellent job making dino tracks.



I am pleased to report that the cake made it safely to the party, and Jordi loved it. Thanks to Amy and NeeNee for making my big ideas happen.

Soccer Star

Someone charge me with abuse, I signed my son up for soccer. What kind of horrible parent am I? I wanted to him to have fun and make friends. What was I thinking?

Jordi played soccer last year and it did not go so well. But I thought after a year to grow and mature he would be ready to play again. He can play. Just not with the other kids. He plays great during half time when no one is on the field except him, but he refuses to go out on the field with the other kids. When the coach asks him to play he replies "I'm busy." Busy doing what you might ask. Climbing the bleachers, looking for worms, anything to avoid soccer. Thank goodness that another soccer mom was there to inform that Jordi had not improved since last year. Really, I didn't know that. I have seen some improvement. He has went from laying on the grass to climbing the bleachers. Who knows? By the end of the season he may be actually on the field. I don't care if he plays (or at least I tell myself that) I just want him to interact with the other kids. We will see what tomorrow brings.

The Week in Review

For a short week, it has been a long week.

Weekly Weight In - No weigh in this week due to being at the beach. And when I am at the beach I don't count points and I eat what I want. Now I am trying to make up for all the "bad" food that I put in my body over the weekend. How can food that is so good, be so bad?

The big thing this week is trying to get Jordi to sleep in his own bed. I think I am more sad about this than he is. It is a big adjustment, especially since he has always slept in the bed with us. He made it two hours last night, and I was happy to hear the sound of his foot steps coming into my room. I know that it is for the best, but I really miss him. My baby is growing up (tears and weeping).

Crying and Yelling at WalMart

Against my better judgment my family took a trip to WalMart last night. I avoid Walmart if at all possible. It's big and it's filled with stuff Jordi thinks he must have. But we needed a few things that only Walmart could provide, so we made our journey into the big, black money sucking hole.

We walk in the door. Jordi starts running. I start running after Jordi. Like most parents, I don't want my child running wild in the store for fear of him getting "snatched." I have had this talk with my son over and over. I have even tried scare tactics, "Jordi, if you run off from mommy, some person will "snatch" you. And once they "snatch" you they will cover you in bees, and the bees will sting you." Not a crowing moment of mothering, but I really wanted him to stop running off, and at the time he had a big fear of bees.

The goal was to pick up a few items and keep clear of the toy aisle. Jordi thinks that every time we go somewhere he needs a prize, so I did not want to risk the battle of the toy department. My plan failed, and Jordi's child radar drew us to the dreaded toys. Bring on the melt down.

"Jordi you are NOT getting a toy. It is too close to your birthday." The battle begins. It starts with Jordi just ignoring us. As we try to make it register that he is not getting a toy, he gets more excited. "I need it." Really, you need it. You need a shark race track. How have you lived without it for so long? Tears start to fall. Anger starts to boil. Jordi really thinks he needs it.

As my husband tries to drag Jordi out of the toy aisle, my son starts screaming "Daddy, you're breaking my arm." All the "perfect" parents and their "perfect" children start to stare. Jordi breaks loose and runs back to the shark race track. He really, really needs it. The drama continues and continues and continues.

Bad parenting alert! Bad parenting alert! We gave up. Jordi used his money to buy the darn race track. We all just wanted to go home. I think we all might have shed a tear at some point during our WalMart trip. However this was not a happy ending. The battle started all over again when I tried to make Jordi stop playing with the race track and go to bed.

Mayhem and Moxie Cupcake Give Away

Mayhem and Moxie, a blog I have recently started following is offering a cupcake give away. In hopes of winning a fabulous prize I am going to shamefully tell my cake wreck story.

I strive to be the perfect mother (strive being the key word). So of course a "perfect" mother would make the cake for her child's first birthday party. I took one cake decorating class and I was a cake decorating expert.

Those of you who have children understand the pressure of birthday parties. The kid don't care, but the momma does. So Jordi's first birthday party was themed Under the Sea. I had made an octopus cheese ball, we had goldfish crackers, everything was served in sand buckets, you get the point. So of course we would need a fish shaped cake. Since I am a cake decorating expert, I knew I could whip this cake out in no time. I had purchased a football shaped cake pan for a previous cake I had attempted, and it would also work as the birthday fish. The baking of the cake went okay (I used a mix - I ain't totally crazy). But then I started decorating the cake. I put the icing on and it would not smooth out. So I added sprinkles. Sprinkles will fix anything. I kept on adding stuff and adding stuff in hopes that the fish would get more fishy. It looked like a football with sprinkles. Who would have thought? I was under so much stress with party planning that I totally flipped out when the cake did not turn out right. Thus the cake wreck. I got mad (and usually I am pretty patient) and slammed my fist right in the middle of the fish football cake. Needless to say I had to buy one that night since the party was the next day.

Getting to Know Me

I am a Mommy. I have a spirited (almost) four year old that keeps life very interesting. Jordi is feisty and stubborn, but very smart and loveable. I learn new things every day as I see the world through his huge, brown eyes. He is becoming a little boy rather than mommy's baby and that breaks my heart. But I also can't wait to go through his stages of life with him. He is my world.

I am a wife. I have been married to Kevin for ten years. He is a stay at home dad which to me is the most important job that he can do. I appreciate that he puts up with my OCD tendencies and tries to support all my crazy ideas. He is my best friend. Even though he doesn't listen as well as my girlfriends.

I am a daughter and sister. My family is my life.

I am a friend. I love my friends and wish we had more time together. Life happens, and sometimes it's hard to make time for those you love.

I am an employee. I work outside of the home. A dependable 9 to 5 job that provides food and shelter for my family. As well as great health insurance.

I am a Weight Watcher junkie. I am interested in weight loss and a healthy lifestyle. In the past two years I have lost over 100 pounds by doing Weight Watchers, and I still have a ways to go. So everyday you will find me counting points and complaining about how I don't want to work out. I am obsessed with food. If it is good. If it is bad.

I am a blogger. I usually this term loosely because I have a blog, but no readers. I do however enjoy writing on my blog even though I am the only person who reads it. And I LOVE reading the blogs of others.

More about me -

I hate cleaning house, but I care if my house is clean. This does not work in my favor.
I make lists and spreadsheets for everything (even trips to the grocery store).
I like to plan, plan, plan.
I like TV and I am ashamed to say that I like celebrity gossip. My husband can't understand why I talk about celebrities like I know them.
I am a day dreamer and night dreamer. Sometimes I live in a dream world.
I love the beach.
I love to read.
I love recipes and Food Network.
I like to fix people (or at least try).
I am not very flexible. And by that I mean I don't like a change of plans.
I try to have compassion and I try not to gossip, but sometimes I get caught up.
I can be a smarty pants and a know it all. I am always right.
My husband says I can be hard headed, but I don't agree.

So that's me in a nutshell or at least certain parts of me. If you read this blog then most likely you know this about me already. If you happen to stumble across this blog then maybe you will decide to come back and visit.

Adventures in Dial Screening

Last week Jordi went to his Pre-K dial screening which was an adventure. Jordi has never been in daycare and for the last six months he has stayed home with Kev. Thus we thought that attending Pre-K would be helpful. But here is what went down.

Me -- Jordi, we are going to go visit the school. You will go and play games with the teachers and momma and daddy will wait for you.

Jordi -- I'm stayin in the car.

Me -- But you will have fun. The teachers will be playing games with you.

Jordi -- I don't like teachers.

Me -- But Granny Kat is a teacher. And NeeNee is a teacher, and so is Cindy.

Jordi -- I don't like any teachers. I will kick them.

Me -- Jordi we don't kick and we don't talk like that.

After this conversation I knew the day would be interesting. While I try to fill out paperwork, Kev tries to convince Jordi to wear his name tag. Kev lost the fight. Kevin then joined me in the parents waiting area while the teachers took Jordi for assessment. Well, that lasted maybe five minutes when we started to hear loud screams of DADDY! DADDY! DADDY! coming down the hall. I knew those screams. So Kev had to dial screen with Jordi which is not how the process is supposed to work. He scored mostly "uncooperative", but I think he has a good chance of getting in.

Weekly Weigh In

I gained. I lost. Who really knows. As of Saturday I was down two pounds, but as of Sunday I had gained a pound. As of Monday, I had ate some ham, so I was swollen and bloated from salt retention, so who knows how much I gained (or lost). I have to stop with the obsessive weighing. I did work out four times last week and stayed within my points. So I am chalking it up to no progress in either direction.

Weekly Weigh In

I am VERY frustrated. I watched my points last week and exercised four days, but lost nothing. I weigh exactly the same as I did last week. Don't get me wrong - I am happy that I did not gain. But I feel like I worked really hard last week, and I did not get the results I expected. I guess I need to try and mix things up this week. Maybe eat different foods or do a different exercise routine. Who knows?

Feel the Burn

Last night I started the 30 Day Challenge on my EA Active. I have been doing the EA Active work out on the Wii since Christmas, but I was doing the customizable work out due to my hatred of squats. I can't seem to make them register. I think it is due to short legs and weak knees, but others have their doubts. Amy convinced me that we should start the 30 Day Challenge together - Yes, she has lost her mind. With a heavy heart and an even heavier body I decided I would take the Challenge. I could do this! I could do a squat!

I survived Day 1. Although just barely. Between Jordi tying the resistance band around my feet and the Wii trainer politely asking me if I watched the how to video, I was pretty worked up during my work out. But it was a good work out. I feel the burn. I feel the weakness in my legs (I guess that is good). Now to do it again tonight.

Weekly Weigh In

I had a loss this week - 4 pounds! Hooray! I tried hard to stick to my WW plan and it looks like it paid off. I did struggle over the weekend, but that is something I am trying to work on. As always, I am a work in progress. I did have great support from my WW buddies at work. They have helped keep me strong and on track during working hours. Plus we have a new rule about not eating at your desk which really cuts back on my snacking. Lets see what this week will bring.

Fast Food Detox?

I try to eat healthy for the most part. There are times that I break over and eat junk food, but I also eat a lot of veggies and lean meats. Where I really struggle is eating out. My family eats out entirely too much. I feel like the local fast food joints know us by name or at least by what we order. I know eating out is bad and we really need to try and break the habit. I read an alarming article yesterday that further justifies that my family should bypass the drive-thru. Did you know that a chicken McNugget has at least 27 ingredients. Alarming I know! The chicken alone has at least seven different ingredients. What all can you put in a piece of chicken? What scares me is that my son loves chicken nuggets and eats them often. I feel like I stress about everything morsel of food that goes into my body while I let him eat pure junk. How do you step back and change the eating habits that you have allowed for so long? Any ideas?

Weekly Weigh In

I gained. Enough said.

Well, I fell off the weight loss wagon this weekend and it run me over. I kept messing up last week (I will chalk it up to three little letters that visit monthly), so when the weekend came around I just gave in to temptation and ate what I wanted. What I wanted was pizza, cinammon rolls and Cadburry eggs (my peronal favorite). Hopefully this eating frenzy is out of my system. So far today I have done okay, so maybe I can have a good week. I did mess up on my way back to the office from lunch and got me a frozen coffee. I ordered low fat, but it tastes too good to be lowfat. You just don't know what you are eating/drinking unless you make it yourself.

Weekly Weigh In

I have not yet weighed this week. In my defense, I can't find my scale. I know that sounds crazy, but Jordi had in the kitchen playing with it and now I am not sure where it is. Those of you who know me also know that I HATE looking for things. And it was also a good excuse not to weigh.

I have been thinking about going back to the Weight Watcher meetings. I have yet to decide, but I feel like I am not accomplishing anything on my own. I have not gained, but I am still not losing. What to do? What to do?

I Feel "It" Coming On

I feel "it" coming on. And by "it" I mean me being unsettled. Every so often I go through a stage where I want to make big changes - new house, new car and new job. My mind starts going in ten million different directions and I jump from one idea to the next. Sometimes I get off easy - like repainting the house while sometimes I up and move my wedding date to nine months earlier than what was initially planned. Let me be clear, I am not unhappy with my life, but I always wonder if maybe I am missing something. I like change and I like getting ready for something big. My poor husband tries to go with the flow when "it" comes on. It usually passes in a few days, but in the meantime I feel all jittery and scattered. I know I sound crazy, but at least (in most cases) I can control these urges. So here is what I am thinking (at least for now or in the last five minutes).

I should sale my house, so that I could pay off debt. Thus allowing Kev and me to adopt again.
Maybe we not only sale the house, but move (somewhere warm) in hopes that the economy would be better. It makes sense. If we are going to move we need to do so before Jordi starts school.
Maybe I don't need to sale the house. What if I apply for a bunch of adoption loans and grants, then we could adopt again.

The reality of the situation is --

The housing market is so bad that now is not a good time to sale our house.
I have a great job, so I really hate to move away and lose it.
Kev and I would really like to adopt again, but now is not really the time. Once Kev goes back to work and we get a little money in savings then we could consider it.

Little Man Growing Up

I took some of Jordi's clothes and toys to the consignment sale last night in hopes that I might make enough to cover the expenses of his upcoming birthday. It makes me sad packing up his old clothes. Clothes that he can no longer fit in, toys that are not "big boy" enough for him now. What happened to my baby? He is such a big boy now. The years seem to fly by so quickly once you have children. He will be starting school in the blink of an eye. So all this reflection on Jordi's being little then growing up makes me think - Do I want another one?

I really don't know. I would like to adopt again, but financially that is not feasible. Which is a shame because so many kids need homes. I could try to have a baby the "old fashioned" way, but I am not sure how I feel about that. We tried for awhile to have a child biological, but it didn't work out, so we started the adoption process which we had planned to do anyway. I don't think I can handle conceiving. I am not sure if I want to pregnant. And I also think that I have been so blessed with Jordi why would I want another one. And how could I ever love another child as much as I love Jordi? I know, I know, everyone says that you just do, but I love Jordi so much. For now I am not going to worry about it. It is in God's hands. The decision is too big for me to deal with.

Not So Great Check Up

JO had an appointment with his plastic surgeon on Friday to check the progress of his last surgery. JO's last surgery was to extend the palate, so that he would not lose so much air from his nose when talking. The surgery was a tough one on all of us. JO got sick and would not eat and we ended up staying in the hospital for two days. Not so fun with a three year old. Well, to my disappointment Dr. Thompson is unsure if the surgery was successful.

I know that these minor surgeries are everyday things for doctors, but to me each one that JO has is a big deal. A very big deal. They have to put him to sleep which is scary. He is pain for days. He usually does not eat for days thus loses weight. And JO is on the small side, so he does not need to lose weight.

Part of me wants to just say forget about it, no more surgeries. His speech may suffer, but I can't stand to see him in pain. The other part me thinks that this should be corrected while he is still young, so that he does not have to suffer with speech issues all through school. Which can also be painful. My heart says no more, while my head says repair it now. As a mother which one should I listen to?

I guess we will know more after they do further testing in March. Hopefully I getting all excited over nothing.

Weekly Weigh In

I lost some from last week, but I think it is related to the horrible stomach virus that we all had. I am considering going back to Weight Watchers. I have not gained, but I have not really lost either. I have been stuck at a five pound range (losing and gaining) for months. I need accountability. I just seemed to do better when I had to step up on the scale in front of my leader on Monday night.

Early Morning Heart Break

As I was getting ready this morning, I could hear my little boy talking to his dad. "Daddy, I don't want mama to go to work." I then heard my husband explain to him that mama has to work, so we can have money to buy food and most importantly toys. He then explained that mama would have to work today and tomorrow, but would then be able to stay home with him for two days. I came out of the bathroom to give my little man a big hug and a kiss. I did not want to leave him either. Being a parent is hard. You know that you must work to provide for your children, but I sure wish that I could be home with him. Luckily once cartoons were on he forgot all about me.

Weekly Weigh In

This weekly weigh in technically does not count since my family has been plagued by a serious stomach virus. I lost six pounds in 24 hours which totally stunk. Hopefully next week I will also have a loss, but not because I was blowing groceries every few minutes.

TGIF

I am so happy that it is Friday. And it is not only Friday, it's a three day weekend. Hooray! I really, really hope it does not snow this weekend. Planning to attend a ballgame tomorrow then some shopping. Anything to be out of the house since we have been snowed in the last few weekends.

Tonight my mom is hosting a party in celebration of the Olympics. Yes - we are a strange family and we will celebrate anything. Hooray Friday and Hooray Olympics!

Weekly Weigh In

Monday (2-8-10): WHAT HAPPENED? I gained! I gained! I gained! Maybe I deserved a little gain due to being snowed in for a few days and a Super Bowl party last night, but I did not have little gain. There has to be some kind of scientific explanation for someone who can gain so much in one week. So I messed up over the weekend, I worked out three times last week and stayed on plan (until the weekend). I must be retaining water. Like gallons of water. All I can do is get back on track and hope the scales are more kind for the next weigh in.



Thursday (2-11-10): I have not yet got back on track. I could eat the doors off the cabinets and still not be satisfied. I think a lot of it is the weather. When its cold and snowy outside you just want to eat. I feel like a need a break from calculating every piece of food that I put in my mouth. I don't want to exercise, I just want to be a blob. Is it normal to daydream about laying on the couch eating cookie dough and potato chips?

Hooray for Blue Sky

After many, many days of snow and ice we finally have blue sky. It is still cold, but nothing is falling from the sky, so I am happy, well happier than I was. I am so tired of wearing my snow boots, getting stuck and trying not to bust my rear when walking up and down the driveway. I am ready for Spring.