Winter (9/28)

I’m in a coffee shop a few days back and overhear a conversation.  The table next to me had three ladies chatting to each other.  Any of the three of them, stretched just a bit, could have been Saturday Night Live characters.

As they’re packing up to leave, I hear this bit…

“She sure wasn’t looking forward to winter.  It’s turned out to be one of the warmest winters we ever had.”

My mouth almost fell open.

Where had she been living the past five months?  This is the winter when it took me until last week to get in a broomball game.  This is one of the winters that Canada geese will tell “great escape” tales about.

One of the warmest winters we ever had?

Apparently Java Express serves up harder stuff than what’s on the menu if you just ask for it.

February Blogging (1/28)

Inspired by Chelsey’s pointing out that February only has 28 days, I decided that I agree with her: It’s the perfect month to pick up the blog pace.  I’m behind five days already, but here we go.

Just to get myself out of the gate, I’m counting this one!

Bed Battles

I’m fighting a losing battle.

Despite my plans and hopes for early and productive mornings, my bed will not easily release me. Blame it on cold and dark winter mornings (I have), or on a baby in the house (I haven’t so much), or on simply not getting to bed early enough (I’ve done this too). Wherever the blame is placed, it doesn’t change where I am firmly placed most mornings after I intended to be elsewhere. All that said, I suppose there are worse battles to be losing.

While comments on a blog are always nice, I think I’d rather not have all the ones that could be typed when a post like this follows a post on the power of intention! My toes can only take so much pounding.

One Month

My little girl turned a month old last week.  That surely calls for a few pictures!

1) A month old and here’s my best buddy.  He says he’s Canadian, but that sweater says “winter wimp” if I’ve ever seen one.  Watch how it’s done, Bear!

2) My dad says I’m beautiful…

3) I was teaching Dad how to flamenco dance (And yes, the facial expression is KEY to flamenco!)

4) Catching some Z’s with my trusty sheep watching over me.

5) I listened attentively as Dad taught me a priceless Halloween tip: If you don’t have a costume, just put your pants on your head.  Thanks Dad.

Let it Snow

First snow of the coming winter is falling as we speak.

And it’s no “dusting”.  It’s a full-blown blizzard.

Hopefully not a sign of the winter to come.