There Was Snow School Today

Friday, January 24, 2014

Waking up at 5:30 am to discover school had been cancelled was the perfect way to start our second-in-a-row three day weekend! As soon as I got the notification, I went back to sleep. Deep sleep.

At 8 am, Jay crawled into my bed whisper-screeching, "Guess what, Mommy!!! It SNOWED!!! You have to see it!!! Because I love you!!"

Pretty irresistible in my book.

By 8:04, we were up, dressed, and checking out what Mother Nature had to offer to us.

A snow-kissed trampoline was the equivalent to a blank canvas for my girls...

It took them less than a minute to bust up the snowy cover.

And they quickly schemed to turn the pile into an arsenal.

I won't tell you who won the battle, but the victor remained on the trampoline. The smile that was smeared across her face was priceless.

By 8:24, we had a peace offering of a warm bowl of water to thaw appendages. 

And by 8:26, both smiles were back. This is how Jay's face looked for most of the day - she was hovering several miles above cloud 9!!!

We had time for Rainbow Loom, 


and naps with our very best buddies. 

Because this is Texas, all evidence was gone before the sun dipped below the horizon this evening. 

Regardless, I have no complaints about our snow day fun. The bird feeders are filled (for fowl, possum, field mice, hobbits, etc.), our hearts are full, and we are beyond happy to be tucked into our cozy, warm beds.

Happy "snow" day, and peace...

Favorites, Old and New

Monday, January 20, 2014

Here's an old favorite of mine from when Jay was in Kindergarten. I just love her sweet, thoughtful heart.

And here's a new favorite of mine. I wish I could tell you where we were and what they are doing, but I was absolutely sworn to secrecy.

I hope everyone has a restful & reflective MLK, Jr. day.


High Stress; Low Stress

Sunday, January 12, 2014

Do you ever find yourself watching the Golden Globes and you're like, "Oh my gosh - could you please stop being so dramatic? Hmmm, wait a minute... okay, fine, so technically that is part of your job...but seriously...go get your award already."


Me either.

Last week was kinda stressful, and I don't consider myself the kind of person who easily succumbs to stress. And I say that in a completely honest and non-dramatic way.

On Monday, someone I grew up with was fired from an administrative and coaching position. There's no way to sugar-coat this, and I've been following the story since January 2. He was fired because of accusations and charges of indecency with a child and sexual assault...this whole ordeal has had a deep impact on me in ways I cannot even begin to describe to you and in ways I can't even precisely pinpoint.

I think some of it might have to do with the fact that a respected person/family man lost their job in a very public way. Maybe some of it has to do with the gut wrenching comments on Facebook ("Kids are just too easy these days..." and "Maybe the kids should have stood up for themselves..." and "Sounds like a bunch of kids who were mad about decreased playing time..." and "My kids wouldn't have waited so long to speak up...").

Seriously. Those kind of summarize the comments from adults. Do they realize how horrid their remarks are? Do they have children of their own? Do they understand that they've basically invited a nasty bout of karma to pay them a visit?

The whole situation is sickening to me on a very personal level. I feel like people have lost faith in humanity, and I feel like people have lost faith in the innocence of childhood. It all goes directly back to the Penn State madness of 2012, and I hate it, despise it, to my very core.

I had an award application to complete by Wednesday (due Friday, but I like to finish early), a stressful meeting Thursday afternoon, and I completely forgot to help out a friend on Friday morning (and I didn't realize it until it was too late).

In addition, I have watched in amazement as some of my most favorite mama friends go through the torturous elevens, and I found myself thinking, "Surely it's not that bad. Maybe we'll get lucky and skip it."
Holy naivety on my part. I got a first hand taste of that Thursday night, and I decided two things. One - I inherited about 50 new grays on my head and another millimeter of depth in my eyebrow wrinkle. Two - there is absolutely no chance that I am cut out for the parenting that is ahead of me (as in I am just not tough enough and I will probably suffer an early death by way of dehydration due to loss of bodily fluid via tear ducts).

Even after the week's torment, I couldn't stop thinking about Monday's incident. I just couldn't shake it. An email to my dad prompted the exact reply I needed and some peace of mind that I don't experience too often...that guy always knows just the words I need to hear at exactly the moment I most need to hear them, and I am forever thankful for his intuition and strength.

I am a creature of habit, and too many meetings or too many people or too many "I forgots" can quickly throw my equilibrium off kilter. By the time I forged my way through a difficult conversation Friday at lunch, I was more than ready for a weekend of complete solitude (the kind where you crawl into a cave with a gallon small camelbak full of wine, a small bottle of water, a couple of peppermints, no books, no light, a comfy blanket, your favorite pillow, and maybe your cell phone...but only for extenuating just-in-case purposes).

Cave moments don't happen to me very often. So as soon as I woke up Saturday morning and meekly peeked out of said cave to check for signs of human life that might want to converse, I decided a spa day was the singular necessity that could get me out of the depths of my funky state of mind.

I called and scheduled my appointments. By noon, my blissful day was underway, and it was nearly 7 last night when I paid out, bleary eyed, relaxed beyond words, yet still wanting to sleep very near the door of the cave (which was a giant improvement from sleeping directly in the cave). And don't even get me started on the "extra processing time" it took for my hair to "de-gray" itself while I sat underneath a heavy pile of foil wraps, lathered in what had to have been at least a half pound of lavender-and-sage-scented moisturizers.

Let me just say that spa days are the kindling that keeps me going. I don't need a full day very often. Translation: I need a full day about once every five years. When I finally "cave" and admit that I need a day, it's usually just in the nick of time.

And today I managed to make it to Cee's soccer game, talk to a few select friends, and quietly sneak away before anyone had time to notice.

There are times when people just need to recharge their batteries. People who don't run on batteries don't understand this, but people who do run on batteries completely respect it and will go as far as to bring a grocery bag filled with yummy warm soup, gatorade, and wine, and leave it on your porch without even ringing the door bell, all for your to find when you get home from the spa (because they have a general idea of when you'll be home, and they want the soup to be warm for you). I love the understanding, and I love the kind of friendships that come with this territory.

Thank you so much. 

And now, it's Golden Globes time and then it will be bed time and tomorrow I will be ready to interact with mankind again.

Thanks for listening to me and letting me vent without asking me any questions - that's the perfect way to top off a much needed quiet weekend!! :)


A Match Made in Heaven

Saturday, January 4, 2014

My tight little group of college friends are still some of my most favorite people on the entire planet, and we are working on sixteen years of post-college annual get-togethers for a grand total of 20 years as friends. This is 66.7% of us back in the good old days of the Southwest Conference, and there are no pictures of 100% of us in my possession that would be a good idea to post (you're welcome).
Don't be fooled - we weren't interviewing, we were tailgating. I realize this
is difficult to distinguish due to our party-girl professional game day attire. 
It's a pretty cool thing to have known these incredible ladies so well for that long. Since I was the only one on the five-year undergrad plan, I will land on the big four-oh ten months and a few days before the rest of them, but we definitely have some fun plans in place to celebrate our four decades here on earth!

In the meantime, I found this gem a couple of days ago and most of it really rings true for me. I hope you enjoy what Scary Mommy has to say about being 39.

One of my college friends (the one in the black dress pants) sent a gem of her own, courtesy of the Huffington Post, out to our little group tonight, and I think the two are a match made in heaven.

I am looking forward to my last ten months (to the day!) of my 39's, and I am honestly also ready and willing to see what the 40s are all about. I feel like this year is going to be full of possibilities, opportunity, and change.

There are also at least three babies I'm waiting to meet (VDS, Voss, and Anderson, respectively) and several weddings to celebrate as well (Avants, McCarty, and CPC, respectively). Oh, and a Principal Certification to complete.

Who knows what else is on the brink?!?! Not me.

Bring it on, 2014 - let's do this!


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