The only thing better than waking up to a snow day is enjoying snow day #1 and getting a call late in the afternoon that tomorrow will be snow day #2. I know it’s juvenile, but honestly, snow days are still the best in my book. Completely unscheduled free time/day off with pay that doesn’t count against your time off tally. Seriously, can you beat that?

L worked from home today (and honestly, I did a lot of “school work” too), so the three of us had a nice day together. For fun, I dumped a box of alphabet pasta in M’s sled (inside) and threw in some bowls and cups and she had a ball scooping, pouring, and of course, DUMPING. It was a hoot. She also colored, read books, played in the snow for a litttle bit and then had fun just watching Daddy play in the snow. Too funny.

This morning I read my SIL’s post about being crazy-productive due to Oprah’s organizing expert. I was working a draft about that very topic. Here’s most of it:

On Tuesday, Oprah showcased a family with a serious clutter problem. Ever since, I’ve been uber-motivated to get a few things in order myself. Now, granted, my house is NOTHING like the one she featured, but still, we all have room for improvement.

SOO since Tuesday I have: reorganized our bedroom closet and added a step stool to maximize storage, gotten a new file box for our finanaces and organized it, found the bottom of the compter desk and filed everything that was on the desk, wiped/dusted surfaces too numerous to list, and done a ridiculous amount of laundry/put it away where it now belongs. Phew.

I have to say that it’s been a few days now, and things are still in pretty good shape. I’m loving my newly organized closet, and the fact that I now have 2 file boxes–one for $$ matters, the other for other things (daycare newsletters, adoption agency notices, etc).

And these snow days will just give me more time to figure more things out. Or atleast to watch more Oprah.

COLTS WIN! (Oprah loses)

In case you’ve been living in a cave, or, by chance, you don’t live along the I-65 corrider in Indiana, there was this game called the SUPERBOWL yesterday and there were 2 teams who showed up–the Bears and the Colts. Really, after half-time, only one team actually played, that team being THE COLTS.

Now if the Colts had ever had a Superbowl bid since they moved to Indy in 1984, or if the Bears had made it to the Superbowl anytime after I had graduated 8th grade, this may not have been the game for those of us along I-65. But since, seriously people, I haven’t cared about a Superbowl since 1986 (call me a fair weather fan, it’s ok), since my husband and I collectively until yesterday owned one piece of team gear (a free hat), well, yesterday was the game.

AND THE COLTS WON!!! And it was soooo much fun!!! M got to wear her little Colt’s cheerleading outfit all day, we went to a party where the TV was bigger than….well, any TV I had ever seen before, at half-time I got the call that we’d be operating on a delay today due to freeze-your-ass-off cold so we could really stay up and enjoy the post game….ah….the sweet feeling of victory.

Here’s the thing though–I wouldn’t have been sad AT ALL had the Bears won. So how did Oprah lose??? Oprah’s usually on at 4 pm here. She got bumped for “Celebration Coverage”–celebration coverage that’s just wrapping up in time for PrimeTime to start at 8pm. There was a parade (in negative digit weather) and a rally in the Dome…and all three networks showed every minute of it all afternoon long.

(really, Montel’s the loser, he’s getting bumped tomorrow at 2pm so that Oprah can be seen!)

Sad, so patheticly sad

This morning I found this headline on the front page of the local paper.

The article once again proves that the idea perhaps licensing parents like we license drivers would not be a bad thing. I mean, seriously. I’ve known really smart 3 year olds–ones who could easily get out of their homes. You know what their parents did?? They got door alarms, locks their kids couldn’t reach, drilled into their kids YOU DO NOT GO OUT THE DOOR WITH OUT ME, oh–and they watched their kids. Of course, the people of whom I speak also wake up when their kids wake up, dress them for the weather/season, don’t let their kids eat off of the floor, and I’m pretty sure they don’t have shit on their walls either. Seriously. so saddening and maddening.