Friday's Feast

Appetizer - Where do you go when you want to relax? Nowhere. Home is where I like it best. I find it most relaxing when I'm here alone, but can't spend life chasing pipe dreams now can we? :)

Soup - Tell about something that made you laugh this week. Connor and his cow-o-phobia. Thanks Jen, that was wicked funny.

Salad - What is your favorite texture? soft flannel sheets.

Main Course - If you were to publish your autobiography, what would the first sentence be? Here's the story of a lovely lady, who was bringing up two very lovely kids.

Dessert - Do you celebrate St. Patrick's Day? If so, how? Well, on St. Patrick's Day eve we set out a trap, a leprechaun trap, to catch those little buggers who cause mischief in the house. My son gets this elaborate thing going and we leave bait all over the house in the form of gold coin type chocolates. The dastardly leprechan usually leaves green hershey's kisses and shamrock glitter in all the places he's been. And mischief everywhere. Chairs layed on their sides, books stacked askew. Toothbushes hidden, that type of stuff. The kids wear green, we have corned beef and cabbage for dinner and I'll usually try to grab a Shamrock Shake.

And no, we're not at all Irish.

Ah, the smell of 409 and Endust....

Kate's friend, Productive Girl seems to have paid me a visit.

I am possessed with cleaning. I know it is a temporary affliction because the novelty has already worn off and it's only day two. I am just finding it hard to stop. Where do I draw the line? The kids rooms, those are a must. The kitchen and bathroom also musts. So that leaves the living room and minature play room. Well, the mini play room doesn't have much to clean and I don't want to watch Ray tonight in a sloppy room so the entire house is now under seige.

Alas, I have no lawn to mow but it seems that there will be more shoveling after tonight.

Good gawd, I just wrote alas. You can be sure I do NOT talk like that.

Oh, I'm trying to plan a vacation for next spring. Late spring, like May. We're driving and the in-laws are giving us a week of their time share allotment. Whatdya think - Virginia Beach or The Outer Banks? We've never been to either and I'm wanting beach and husband wants fishing.

Is it just me or is blogger comment thing not working?

For Connor...

Poor guy...

Real time blogging, Blackbird style:

Tom is bleeding....damn those Ulong.

*Well, this would have been real time if blogger wasn't so damn slow....

Things I'm loving...

This smell

This guy

This game

This show


Things I'm not that crazy about

This

and

This

Okay sorry. The bunnies are a little to cutsie poo for me but I've run out of time and now have to go catch the bus. Jumping bunnies. Pah.

And of course I'd rather have snow. Cold rain. Blech. 

Up close and personal with a coyote. Newly taxidermied and waiting for me at the office yesterday when I arrived.  

Windfall

I found fifty dollars, yep five zero, in my old car while I was cleaning it out.

So it wasn't the lottery, but I didn't have to buy a ticket and I got $50. Sweet.

The book club was it's usual success. The book, 100 years of solitude. Well, let me just say that I read half of it and only two people out of 15 finished it. Neither one being the hostess who chose it. Difficult and homeworkish, although it was beautifully written. Do you care? Nah, proably not.

Our next book choice was written by one of the members of our book club. She just got it published and it's listed on Amazon. I've linked her over in my sidebar. I guess she had a publishing deal and she was unhappy with it so she decided to self-publish. She's only been coming to our group for the past 3 or so meetings but I cannot wait to read it. I hope it's good. What if it isn't?? Gak! That's my worry for her. She swore that she wants to know what we really, really think.

If I like it I'll let you all know and then you can all order it and make her very, very happy. And if you don't want to wait for my opinion then just go ahead and order it anyway :)

The girls in the book club are trying to get me to scrapbook. I am like a cat, legs outstretched, claws out-clinging to everything in sight as someone tries to stuff me into a car carrier. Resistance is futile they tell me. We shall see....

How is it that I'm thirty three and CANNOT fold a fitted sheet?

I apologize in advance for the colors-a-plenty to be found on my blog today. Sadly for you guys I've found html color codes and went a little wacky. I'm sure they'll be changed soon but it won't be today. :)

Sweet Victory

A few weeks ago a little team from my area won something we like to call THE BIGGEST GAME OF THE YEAR. But to get to that game we had to do something I will refer here to as - wipe the floor with the Pittsburgh Steelers.

Mission accomplished. Prior to the game a friendly wager was waged with (have some w's why don't I?) Tara. Not Tair-a as I was erroneously calling her for the past 8 months. Sorry, 'bout that. Well, the Patriots came, saw and conquered.

Now, those guys get these huge fancy 20 carat diamond rings for their wins. Blah, blah, blah. Kind of big and gaudy for little 'ole me. I got something better. Kitsch. For my Fridge. It hangs proudly holding up my daughter's snow man picture. Thanks Tara. Same time next year???

The Grand Prize. 

Book club this evening. I'm at the halfway point and I know that I'll never finish. Finishing isn't a prerequisite for attendance though, so I'm good. But I must come up with a snack and because the son is sick and the husband has the new truck while his gets fixed, it must be made from things I already have. Hmmm....

Made chewy peanut butter cookies yesterday. A big hit. I monkeyed with the recipe a bit because well, because I wanted more peanut buttery goodness. Plus I ran out of vanilla last time I baked and had nothing to subsititute. They might be the go-to snack for tonight.

And Survivor.... gah! Keeping the weak, lazy, non-skilled type is NOT usually the brightest move.

It feels like noon

We began our day at 2:30 a.m. with puking. The son, not me. The sun is out. Things are looking up.

On the way to work. I think I am the only person in the Northeast that is not at all sick of the snow.


*Update: I just got the weekly paper (news doesn't happen every day in these parts :) ) and it said we've had 92 inches of snow since January 1st.

The view from the office as of yesterday.
Click here to see my view in the summer. A bit different, eh?

Another foot of snow on Monday night. No school Tuesday. Again. Guess when my son gets out for the summer. June 28th. That's right three days before JULY.

I've fallen asleep at 7:30 p.m. for two of the past three nights. Missed the Oscars. Even the red carpet stuff was dull and after ten minutes I lost interest. I knew I'd get the best possible recap on Go Fug Yourself anyway. Those girls are great.

Unfortunately the one night I did stay up was Monday. I wasted most of an evening on a pile of crap called The Bachelorette. Ugh. Of course you cannot MAKE someone fall in love from a group of twenty five men, but do you then have to pretend to have to think about an engagement when it's pretty clear that you're not totally "committed'' to the guy. And then to them pretend to have her break the news on the live show. Uh, okay. Did everyone NOT hear her whispering to him when she came out? Was that ABC or really Jen's call, who knows. Ugh, the whole premise of the show has always kind of bugged me but I watched anyway. By the end of the show though, I end up seriously disliking the bachelor/ette because they just lead that second place contestant right on. Here's a hint: Quit with the making out with the second place contestants after they profess their love for you. Do them and yourself a favor. It's just plain cheesy.

And on the parent front...they called Sunday morning for directions to the rink. No phone calls or hints from us. They went to the game. My son impressed his grandparents with his hockey abilities. They cheered. At dinner that night my mom proceeded to ask him if he really, really likes it or just goes. Again with the question. It's the question that bothers me, coupled with the comments she's made to me in the past, more than the lack of attendance. Whatever mom. He's psyched for next year's tryouts if that means anything. Which it doesn't because according to her he plays just to please us. Grrr.

But seeing as I posted about the hockey issue and then it all happened of its own accord I will now rant about not winning the lottery. Can't hurt right? Okay, I can't even rant. According to the commercials - "You can't win if you don't play". Ah-ha. That's the trick, eh? Well, I don't play so apparently no amount of posting will make lottery winnings fall into my lap.