The Peeps and I have been locked up (sort of, we went to the grocery store) for way too long after a couple of snow days were imposed upon us by the local school district, thus the lack of content here in bloggerville. But wait! There's a light at the end of the tunnel with kids going back to school tomorrow and mom (Me) being all free from endless meal-cookings, dish-washings, clothes-launderings, snow-mess-cleaning-upings, etc. etc. etc.
You get the drift.
So I'm back tomorrow with a belated Monday Me Day turned Wednesday Free From Peep Sloths Day. What in the world will I do with myself? Oh yeah wait... put together a birthday party. Yay! My vote? TABLE DANCING!!!
She's lost it. Completely.
Showing posts with label snow. Show all posts
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Tuesday, January 11, 2011
Sunday, December 13, 2009
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:
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:
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