Happy Blizzard-y Holidays

Today is the day of Christmas Eve, and it feels just eerie with a nasty blizzard creeping its way toward our lovely town as we sit in wait, watching all kinds of cancellations pop up on the 'Closings, Cancellations and Delays' newscast. Work-wise, I've already updated a client's website to reflect service cancellations, and yet our own parish hasn't budged - nor do I expect they will, as we're Catholic and belong to the largest parish in the state of Nebraska and canceling any service would result in complete turmoil for everyone involved.

So in the meantime, the peeps are just hanging out at the homestead, watching/listening to the snowy wind blowing around outside, playing video games, reading books, snacking on Hickory Farms cheese & sausage on crackers, and keeping an eye on this scary image as we pray for Santa's safe visit later this evening:


Have a safe & Happy Christmas Eve!

Gift Swap Bounty

Like last year, I tossed my name into the ring for Becca's Spectacular Christmas Gift Swap, and WOW did I ever strike gold with the goodies received from Angie this time around. So with a big THANKS for organizing this fun activity, Becca! here are a couple pictures of the sweet treasures I received:


Just out-of-the-box...


Unwrapped!

Texas scarf & ornament, violin in chair & photo ornament, cooler mug, 6 journal books, 6 hot cocoa mixes and an LED duckie on a keychain. How fun is that? Thanks Angie for taking time to send all of these goodies to me.

Happy Holidays!

Cabin Feverish

Hey Blog,

Yep, me again. Strangely, one little word pops into my mind in thinking back over the week: SNOW. Weird, but true. In fact, this week's white stuff will go down in history as one of the worst snowstorms I can remember. And you know what? Certain peeps will have a hard time forgetting those 3 EXTRA SNOW DAYS off from school, during which time they stayed home and played video games until their thumbs were numb. I am so not kidding: Numb. Thumbs. And, of course, I'll reflect back with happy thoughts of sleeping in past 6 a.m. each day. Can you say heaven? HEAVEN.

So then Friday we were back in the business of shuttling here, there and everywhere as school activities resumed which, I must add, was made possible by a strategically planned visit to Sears where I, yes I actually did this, bought brand spanking new tires for the Mom Mobile. And now I can attest to the fact that there's absolutely nothing like zipping around on snow-packed streets with wheels that have actual tread and are guaranteed to keep me shuttling for another 80,000 miles. Breakfast in bed doesn't even hold a candle to the feeling. Not even a good foot massage. Ok, maybe that's going a little too far - but I still call it: Warm Tire Fuzzies.

Finally, going back to Crazy Secret Santa work, don't tell anyone but... job almost complete! Just a few more items to cross off the list such as gift cards for the cello teacher/catechist/aunts/uncles/cousins and, possibly, a new acoustic guitar for that Special Man in my life. But being musically impaired, I'm relying heavily on Special Man's input, which might be more of an issue than the 5 foot tall Santa paper wrapped gift currently sitting under the tree. Fingers crossed there.

Feeling less overwhelmed & with not-so-heavy eyelids,
Chief Peep from Orchestra Mom Chair

P.S. Sorry about the nonexistent photo updates. Priorities. You understand. Wait, here's a snow pic for good measure:

Christmas Ho

Well hello again Married with Peeps Blog,

I know I mentioned previously that “We need to stop meeting like this” and yet here we are again, meeting like this. So what's been happening with the Peep Family? Turkey Day for one. Over the holiday we stayed home and took advantage of our warm cozy digs and played Wii games while consuming leftovers until we couldn't stand to even look at that stuff anymore. I mean seriously. If a green bean/stuffing/mashed potato/turkey so much as sneaks an appearance onto my plate within the next several months, you'd better believe it's going directly out the window after I stomp all over it. But I digress. The main thing is that we had an amazingly-comfort-filled-Thanksgiving-style time and were grateful as all get out for our blessings while doing so. Who could ask for a better Thanksgiving? Not us, that's for sure.

So what now? This: Crazy Secret Santa work, and I've unofficially been appointed to carry out the duties of the position. This Crazy Secret Santa job basically involves shopping shamelessly for bargains and, subsequently, being all sneaky with the boxes Mr. UPS Man leaves on the Peep Porch. Not only that, but the Crazy Secret Santa job requires Total Poker Face, because when big huge presents start finding themselves beneath the tree, CRAZY SECRET SANTA KNOWS NOTHING. Nope, no idea how that 5 foot tall present wrapped in Santa Claus gift wrap made its way into the house and under the tree. Nothing.

And guess what? Crazy Secret Santa's job only gets more difficult each year, because Peeps attend school and are getting smarter in the process. Those people are not idiots. I try to remember that little fact when questions start flying like “Mom, did those big boxes left on our porch yesterday have anything to do with the presents under the tree?” Because the answer, “No, those were just a few things for Dad – shhh! Do NOT say a word or you'll be jinxed and Santa won't bring you anything!” don't seem to cut it. But that's Crazy Secret Santa's story for now and I'm sticking with it, at least until something better comes along.

Meanwhile, this week's weather forecast presents a bad omen called Snow Day. Crazy Secret Santa's job is about to take a turn for the worst.

Dreadfully,
Chief Peep from Orchestra Mom Chair

P.S. You need some updated photos here on this blog. How about if I send you a few? No more cat pics, just fresh content. Must work on that during my Crazy Secret Santa down time... wait. Never mind.