It is foggy here this morning. REALLY foggy. Can’t see to the end of the street foggy. Consequently, the atmosphere of the day is that it has this super eerie vibe going on. Driving to school, and the boys remark on this. “Mom, it is spooky out here, and the music goes with it!” And it did…. like we were in some kind of B-movie horror flick from the 70s. Or maybe aliens were going to suddenly appear out of the fog. mwahahaha!

I didn’t recognize the first part of the song, since it turns out it was an extended version I hadn’t heard before, so I had to laugh when it launched into this boppy, cheery groove! It was like oooh, it’s foggy….don’t go into the creepy forest….wait, now I suddenly feel groovy! Maybe it is some kind of alien mind trap! 😛

Quite the juxtaposition to how it started out, and to the way the day looks. We all started giggling and dancing in our seats. Too fun. Gotta love music to bond you to a moment with your kids. 😀


December in March

Dear Snow,

GO AWAY ALREADY! You have overstayed your welcome by at least 3 weeks! You are only good to ski on, and since we aren’t going again this year, that makes you a royal pain. A pain to drive in and on, a pain in the back to shovel, a pain in my old joints with that stupid cold temperature you pack around with ya. A pain in the brain because you cause anxiety, melancholy, and general bitchiness this time of year. We need SUNSHINE!!! This 10 months of Winter thing is getting on my nerves, and I have lived here my whole life. I remember when I was a kid, you went away by the middle of March…and pretty much stayed away until November! Now you think you can just hog the Spring months right up until practically June. There are only two seasons here nowadays….Winter, and Road Construction! We want Spring….for lovely fresh breezes, and walks without it being freezing or sweltering!

So, I thank you to please get lost! And STAY LOST for the next 8 months or so!


Sparkling Blue Skyes

*stomps off in a huff, wrapped up in my down filled quilt, wearing my knee high socks for yet ANOTHER day, while my flip flops lay neglected and lonely in the front closet, waiting…forever patiently waiting for me*