Okay.....one word.......

BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!

Could that be considered a word? Well, it is in my vocabulary. We are having ridiculous weather here. Highs are what you would normally call the lows. 27-30 f*&$#@ degrees!! School was closed yesterday and again tomorrow. Probably for the whole week.

Less than a week ago I was stepping ever so carefully as to not injure my sweet little purple crocus that were coming up in my yard. Well, so long crocus....now you are croaked! Har, har. And this isn't the end. We are suppose to be hit again on Wednesday with snow and freezing rain through Thursday, possibly Friday and then another storm front of snow on Saturday. And it is just going to continue through Christmas.

I do not like the cold!! Love the snow, so long as it stays around 75 degrees. What? It could happen. So tomorrow, I will be out in the freezing cold, throwing my body into the side of my truck trying to break the ice seal on the door, so that I can drive 2 miles per hour on ice, so I can go to work, so I can ask myself over and over...."why do I have to go to work? where did I go wrong? why am I not independently wealthy and can stay home with my kids on snow days?".

And I would love it!! I would bake cookies and make snow slushy's all day. I might even venture out into the frozen tundra, that is if I were properly bundled. Dreaming......

For now, I will brave the elements.....'cuz I gotta.

Tinkerbell Syndrome

Last night I watched the new Tinkerbell movie. I wish they had that when I was little. It was really fun.

After watching the movie I decided I have the Tinkerbell Syndrome. You see, she didn't think she was an important fairy, because she was a tinker fairy. She thought she needed to be something else to be worthwhile. Like one of the fairies who made the wind blow or changed the seasons. It wasn't until she realized that none of the other fairies could do what they do without her tinkering talent. It was then she realized she was just as important as all the other fairies.

So, I think I have been spending too much time thinking I have to be one of the other fairies. When all I need is to be myself.

Here I am, forty six years old and it took Tinkerbell to turn on my light bulb.

Silly little fairy! He, he!