shoveling is for the birds...

I busted the zipper on my ski pants, but I decided to jimmy them well enough to wear outside. I let the kids out first and they trampled all the snow to make it even more fun to shovel. I decided stupidly to scoop the sidewalks first so I had hardly any energy saved for the driveway. My pants were around my knees and I was pushing and pushing and got only the very edge done when Mr. John Deere farmer comes and pushes most of the driveway out(thank you very much you saved me an hour of scooping :)), which I try, unsuccessfully, to finish it up perfectly and meanwhile slip and crack my head on the cement. I look like a tomato and my I think my double chin has frostbite. Oh, and I peed my pants. I'm done shoveling, forever.

Whatever happened to a carefree snowday?

It started a little after 9 this morning and it really hasn't stopped yet. The weather man says it's falling at a rate of 1-2 inches per hour. I pushed open the screen door on the deck and measured about 3 and a half inches of the white fluffy stuff already. Pastor called and Lenten services are cancelled for tonight. There is a funeral on Friday and the family would like me to sing, the person in charge of the funeral lives a few miles out in the country and since the snow isn't supposed to stop until this weekend, they need my help once again at the church. Of course, I was scheduled to host an oral interp festival tomorrow; that has since been postponed and I am supposed to sub on Friday at the high school, too. No wonder the snow makes everybody crazy around here. I lead a study group on Wednesday mornings and the cell phones were a ringing this morning with preschool cancellations and early school releases. I think our school in town let out at 12:30. I went to pick up my kids at the daycare and they were short staff due to the weather so I stayed for a bit and I could feel the energy thick as soup in the air. The kids were antsy, the staff was busy, and the phone was ringing off the hook. I got home after 1 and I had 4 frantic messages on my machine wondering about the festival and 16 emails. It's no wonder I feel like I have OCD. It took me an hour to get everyone answered and then, exhausted, I made a pot of coffee and ate some biscotti and took a nap with my kids for an hour. I just got off the phone with dh and he is probably staying at the hospital tonight and picking up another shift tomorrow, so I am putting on the snow pants and going out to shovel...happy snow day to you!

a riddle

What do you get when you combine an Italian heritage with a love for chocolate and peanut butter and a day off?

Peanut Butter and Chocolate Biscotti from recipezaar.com recipe #199123 - special thanks to my lovely sis for turning me on to this one...it was super easy and so so so so so so yummy dipped in milk for the kids and coffee for me!

Breaking it down for ya

30 minutes on the treadmill today! (special thanks to CG for helping me get stronger:))
20 places to choose from for lunch next time. We always have such a time choosing where to go and my dear friend forwarded me this site so we will never have to make the decision alone again. The first time I spun the wheel I got Skip Lunch, the second time Schlotzsky's, which is now closed. Things are not looking good for the future of the wheel of lunch.
10 family members in church on Saturday night. The pew was packed and the reserved for small children sign was greatly missed. My sister showed up on Friday night from Aberdeen with her 4 beautiful children and we spent the weekend enjoying each others company. We cooked and ate and she made fun of me for trying to keep the toy room clean...luv you sis. btw, I know there are only nine in the photo, my dh had to take the picture and that makes ten.9 people posing while the kids screamed "CHEEEEESE".
8 pieces of chocolate to get me through today, so much for the treadmill...
5-7 inches of snow in the backyard this weekend.4 nieces and nephews I am missing today.
3 trips to the school today to get the job done. PHEW!
2 cute pigtails on my adorable niece.1 cent still missing. Ds came out of the bathroom today and asked for a plastic knife. "I gotta cut up my poop and look for my money." he stated, matter of factly as he held out his hand. Daddy helped him dissect the specimen and when they were finished Super Boy said, "Mom, we didn't find a penny but we found some gum!" What a treasure hunt this has turned out to be.

Inspiration for this post provided by my wonderful bloggirlfriends, Susan and Karen!

Ahem, I think we have a mouse

with toddler sized teeth.

pooping pennies

Conversation at the lunch table today.

Son, "Mom, I ate the money 'cuz I couldn't reach my money bank."

Mom, "Oh, no. Did you really eat the penny?"

Son, "Yep, I did, I couldn't reach it."

Dad, "Now you have to look for it when you poop, and if you don't find it we have to call the doctor."

Son, "I will see it in the toilet and I will tell you daddy, I will poop that money out."

no photo for this one, yet...jk!

what really happens when daddy is sleeping...

This morning, before we even got out of jammies, the kids played dress up and the super boy got a makeover by his 5 year old glam sister. In his defense, he was pretending to be an old man getting beautiful for the party. I don't know many old men who wear yellow dresses, lipstick and beads, but who knows?