...be done with the snow already!

It snowed a lot yesterday. I mean to say that it snowed and snowed and snowed! I stopped sometime in the overnight hours. I didn't stay up to see when because I am SO DONE with the huge snowstorms. Yes. This is only the second major snow fall this year. However, we didn't get anything even close to this for the last two winters. I think I may have jinxed myself with the spring-ish background. It looks nothing like spring out there today!

Lucy has enjoyed this snow. She loves to trot around in it. She loves to stick her face in it to sniff. She loves to shake it off her head. She loves getting dried off right after we come back in. If I am not quick enough, she starts rubbing herself off on the carpet. 'Silly dog.

According to my little ruler, we got 7-8 inches of dry snow. It hasn't been too hard to clean off my car and dig out. It didn't take hours like digging out after December's blizzard. I hear the roads are pretty good too--as soon as you make it out to the main roads.

'Hope everyone stays warm. Lucy and I will be doing our best to do so. :)

...stay up late.

I stayed up late to finish a new background.

What do you think?

'Worth staying up to do?

Here's the original photo:

...destroy the duck!

Lucy's Christmas duck is dead. Nope. It didn't last a month. Honestly, it has been on it's last leg...no, wing for a while. The beak is chewed. The feet have been torn off. The stuffing is gone (with squeaker that we retrieved before Lucy could eat it). Only the neck had any filling left...until last night.


See the stuffing scattered all over the floor?! Lucy still loves her duck, but it's a goner. It is now just a torn, sad piece of fabric that needs to be tossed. Now I need to catch her asleep so that I can give the duck a proper "adios" to our trash can without Lucy noticing. 'Wish me luck...

...purge. Okay. Who am I kidding?!

So, I've heard people say that we should throw things away that we haven't used in 6 months. However, there are certain items that one may not use for six months, but need in 7 or 8 months. What about the space heater that gets turned off in April not to be utilized until October or November? That could cost a lot of money to buy a new one every year. Or what about a pool noodle? Sure, it's silly and cheap. But I wonder what the impact on the environment is for purging and repurchasing countless pool noodles over and over each year.

Some of you are snickering at me for holding on to my pool noodle. Is it justification for senseless, small scale hording? Is this an outward manifestation of my fear of change? Does being a packrat give me a sense of security in holding on to the familiar often lost in this mad, mad world?

Or am I just being silly and need to let it go?!

"It" is the point I'm trying to argue here in this post. Of course, I'm keeping the pool noodle!

...be pre-homesick?

Can you be pre-homesick? I know I'm making up a term here. I have been looking up places to stay online and using Google maps to see what the area looks like. I am SO looking forward to living there that I feel a yearning to be standing on the streets I see on "street view." So what do you call that yearning for your home-to-be?

BTW, if you don't know where we are moving, just email me. I will give you the scoop after I apologize for not spreading the word like I should. I just don't want to publish it on my public blog for military/security stuff and all. Facebook friends - my public blog feeds to my Facebook profile. Click on the "view original" link on the "note" to see the blog. (You are missing my awesome graphics if you don't go there.)

...appreciate turning 35.

As we grow older, there are less and less things we "get" because we have reached a certain age. I got to drive a car after I turned 16 and became a legal adult at 18. However, my new age based privileges began to become few and far between as I progressed thru my early adult years. I wouldn't say that being allowed to rent a car at age 25 is spectacular. It's convenient, perhaps. Well, I discovered something convenient about turning 35. The machines at my gym have a section in my workout program where I enter my age. The default age is 35. I used to push the button to get down to the correct age. Now, it is right there as I enter my workout. Yea, 35!

...go pink!

For my birthday, the other members of our RS presidency took me out to lunch at Pinkadilly tea room. It was fun...and very pink. After we ordered, we got to try on these fabulous hats that we wore as we ate. Yeah. I know. It sounds way girly. Well, it was! No. I'm not posting a picture of me in a silly hat. Sorry to disappoint, but I know some of you too well. You will just have to imagine how silly I looked with these pictures:


My soup even came in a tea cup.

...get old.

Okay. So, I officially got older a few days ago. My birthday turned out to be pretty good.

My hubby couldn't be here, so he left a present hunt/scavenger hunt for me.


Apparently, he thought there would be some whining. (Click on the picture to see a larger version.) I wonder what made him think that?!

There were a stack of clues...


...that helped me find the presents.


He got me polymer clay and tools...


...my favorite candy...


...cute shoes...


...and magnet letters!



He spoiled me this year. :)

...be random.

I was cleaning out some old pictures from my cell phone and decided to post the hodgepodge here.


My hubby likes his pepperoni.


Okay, folks. This should not go in a vacuum cleaner. I tore ours apart to retrieve it clogged just outside the filter chamber's intake. I am amazed how it got that far inside. My vacuum really sucks!


You know you are in a redneck mall...when there is a tractor in the middle instead of a car. YEEHAW!