I Didn't Get Much Done This Weekend

I was too busy having snowball fights.

Tasting icicles.



Making snow angels.


Getting a gallant, helping hand.


And just generally enjoying this boy. This perfect boy.

Find out all about taking a trip to Cancun on my Herald-Leader blog today.

And read about great deals in the Caribbean at my Travel blog.

I Can Wear Pajamas To Work

One of the nicest things about working in a school, besides this of course:

is that we often participate in fun, silly events. Like Storybook Character Dress-Up Day, which was announced the other day. It didn't take me long to think of the PERFECT book. "The Polar Express", by Chris Van Allsburg. The characters are all dressed in their pajamas.

I wore sleeping pants, a long sleeve t-shirt and slippers to school.

Seriously.

Could life BE any better?

I Had A VERY Productive Day

We had a snow day last week. Actually, to be technical, an ice day. I decided I would make use of the free time at home to be really productive. To get some things done. To clean. To organize. To work on my Ebay sales. Right after I went back to bed for a couple of hours.

OK. Good to go! NOW I'm going to be productive. Do some laundry. Clean the kitchen. Organize my closets. Clean the bathrooms.

And then the mail came. And I had two DVDs from Netflix. The last two DVDs of the last season of "Gilmore Girls". You KNOW I had to find out how it ended. So. My day was not TECHNICALLY that productive.

Unless you count lying in bed in my sleeping pants, eating tomato soup with Ritz crackers crumbled up in it (the FOOD OF THE GODS. And please. Let's not have another Pop-Tart with butter debacle here. Surely everyone eats their tomato soup this way) and watching "Gilmore Girls" as being productive.

If you count that. I was TOTALLY PRODUCTIVE.

Practice Makes Perfect

I have experienced many perfect days. Eating in Puerto Vallarta. Wearing the perfect outfit. Any day with my grandson. But I believe yesterday approached perfection in many ways. Let me just bullet them for you.

• Instead of going back to school, we had a snow day. A SNOW DAY. Added to our Christmas vacation. As a bonus. And they decided the night before. So I never even set my alarm.


• I got the first DVD of Season 5 of Gilmore Girls in the mail. And let me just say? I am still annoyed you did not tell me about this show. It is quite simply fabulous. I put on my boots and parka (0ver my pajamas) and got it out of the mailbox. Bless Netflix. Bless them, I say.


• I had candy left over in my Whitman's Sampler.


• I had leftover snacks from our New Year's Eve Lord of the Rings extravaganza. Yes, we watched all three movies in our pajamas on New Year's Eve. We live on the edge.


• I took the DVD, my leftover snacks, my candy and a big glass of Diet Mountain Dew in bed with me. I popped in the DVD, pulled up the covers and didn't get out of the bed for about four hours. Aside from bathroom breaks.


• Could life POSSIBLY get any better?


• I didn't think so.

I'm Baaaaaack!

Well, that was a nice little blogging vacation.

If you are a teacher, you know we love and appreciate our Christmas break, but always think...if we just had ONE MORE DAY, we would be PERFECTLY content.

Well, we got one more day today. It's a snow day. Could life possibly be any better?

I'm sure you've already heard from the entire blogging world about their Christmas vacation, blah blah, lots of family and friends time (it was WONDERFUL), blah blah, presents out the wazoo, blah bah, sleeping late, blah blah, candy, cookies, cake, pie until you just want some frackin' salad, for God's sake! And that's how it was. And now I'm back. Did you miss me?

Liar.


I find it EXTREMELY ironic that my blog stats while I was on hiatus were roughly the same as when I was not on hiatus. What does this mean? Well.

Apparently, just as many people are reading my blog when I am writing daily as when I AM NOT WRITING AT ALL.


Hmmm. Hopefully, this readership was comprised of new individuals who stumbled on my blog and were catching up on all those fabulous pieces on shoes and such. Because it is just too depressing to think it is my regular (10) readers checking the blog and going "Huh. Guess she didn't write today EITHER. Guess I'll check back tomorrow. And the next day. And the next."


So. I am back. And it's been almost a year of blogging for me. I'll have a blogoversary post here pretty soon. Stay tuned. You can check back tomorrow.



I'll be here. It's a promise.

That's Not Right!

There are a few things worse than never having a snow day off from school. Fires, floods, earthquakes, famines, droughts. Awful things. Many things.

But there is only one thing worse as fas as I am concerned.

And that is taking a shower, putting on makeup, getting dressed, packing a lunch, getting in your car and driving to work. THEN hearing on the radio that there is no school. Sigh.

(I had a post planned for this morning, so you get two-for-one. Yippee!! Enjoy.)

Let it Snow

All I want to know is, what the heck happened to snow? You remember snow. That white stuff that used to fall out of the sky, make deep piles and drifts on the ground and the roads and they had to call off school?

We haven't had a snow day off school in TWO YEARS. Two years. That is so depressing. And now we are working on three years. Because there is no snow in the forecast anytime soon. And, even if it does snow, it's not going to pile up because the ground is so warm since we have had unseasonably warm weather.

Is this global warming? The experts are arguing about this tooth and nail, some insisting there is NO SUCH THING and others yelling HOW COME WE HAVEN'T HAD A SNOW DAY IN TWO YEARS? OK, maybe they weren't yelling that, but they should have been.

Snow days are so great. My husband says I just became a teacher so I could have the summers off and because of snow days, but I honestly (honestly!) never even thought of that when I got my teaching degree. It wasn't until we had our first snow day that I began to fully appreciate the career of teaching. Yeah, there is the reward of enlightening the little minds of those tiny people, but there is NOTHING more rewarding than a snow day.

You drag yourself out of bed at 5:00 a.m. in the pitch dark and stagger to the front door and peek out the curtain. Hey, it snowed! And...it looks like a couple of inches! Hey...maybe...you run to the tv and turn it on. No school! Then, you do the happy dance. (Who else remembers Balki's happy dance? From "Perfect Strangers"???) Then, you go back to bed. What could possibly be more fabulous than that? Except, maybe two snow days in a row.

Well, those days are apparently gone. Now we live in the temperate zone of the United States. Colorado is getting all our snow, those greedy, airport-bound jerks. Soon, Florida and California will be underwater from the melting glaciers and the deserts will spread and the snow on Mount Everest will melt.

I don't really care about any of that. I just want a snow day.