a letter to the calendar makers of old

Dear Calendar Makers of Old-

What, exactly, were you thinking when you made January the longest month in the whole year? I'm well aware that other months also have 31 days in them, however, those other months have really great redeeming qualities that make them speed by in the blink of an eye. Take October for example- it's 31st day is a holiday laden with candy, costumes, and the occasional drag queen- that makes everything ok. December, too, has a holiday on the last day, only this one is a little more drag queen and a lot more boozy for most people. Still, a holiday nonetheless. And those warm months don't have to do anything special- they're warm and, therefore, not the worst month of the year, unlike some cold and dragging months aforementioned.

So I vote we take some of those days in January, and give them to June. June is a totally fabulous and deserving month. It's all warm and there's no school, and think of how many more people could get married, and not be stuck with a cold and lame anniversary every year.

Let me know what you think?

Love,
Smarty Pants

p.s. yes I am well aware of the fact that those in the southern hemisphere may not like this plan- but I'm sure in time they could learn to live with it.

whats new

It snowed outside last night, winter is just making sure we know that spring doesn't officially start for a few more weeks. Just when I thought he was cozily sleeping for another year, he was startled awake again. Hopefully he'll doze off more peacefully and hibernate for the rest of the year. I know I know, it's Utah and we can realistically see snow until June, a girl can still dream right?

On an unrelated subject, The Schrogerey went well. He had both knees cleaned out yesterday. Apparently it was worse than Dr. K imagined, so it took longer, but ever the trooper The Schroeder went to the office today (against all advice, and in the dang snow) but he really has a free pass for just about anything, seeing as he woke up and drunkenly professed his undying love for me. It was actually very sweet, in a drug induced kind of way. He told me-head bobbing eyes unfocused- that I was the first thing he (consciously) thought of when he woke up, true love is what that is. but isn't it just darling?

Anticipation

Is it wrong of me to feel the need to put away the Christmas tree and decorations the day after Christmas. I get this need to clean after Christmas, and not just clean but deep clean and de-junk, spring cleaning comes early to my house. I can't wait for the days when I can throw open the windows and let the fresh air in- without freezing us out.

I really enjoy winter, until the day after Christmas that is, then I'm itching for spring to come and my house to be all organized and sparkly clean. I suppose I do this to myself though, I love anticipating things, then once it's over, or here or I have whatever it was I really wanted and saved and waited for, I'm already looking to anticipate the next thing. Is there a cure for that?

Spicy

I need to add some spice to my life, and not the kind where you have heartburn a few hours later, but the kind that comes from fun sparkly nails or some other equally exciting thing. I 've gone from a medium to a barely mild kind of spice.

I think I officially have the winter blahs, and it's not even winter yet (3 more days I believe). Not the whole SAD kind of winter blahs, but the kind where I'd much rather sit in front of a fire and read a book than get chores done, for days in a row, and it doesn't even have to be a good book, a history of the water filter would do.

This is quite the predicament I face since I have 2 batches of caramel needing to be wrapped, truffles to dip and our neighbor gifts to deliver. What ever am I going to do? Where can I find my spice?

Slamming a tim-tam is a-maz-ing, but it tends to leave one more on the diabetic coma side of lethargy, and I need some pep people. So that is out of the question for the next few days.

Maybe it will come to me while I trudge through my chores today, and I can be spicy and sparkly again. but probably not. so on I go to trudge.

Successful whining

I whined and complained, and it worked. The snow did melt, but really, it's an acceptable trade off for the not freezing part. I knew if I complained about it enough, I would finally get my way- squeaky wheel, you know. And what did I learn from this all? That whining is the answer, that's what I learned. I'm feeling the need to employ this all the time, we'll see just how this brilliant idea works.

I have a few things that need to be fixed, maybe whining will do the job again, you never know.
Em needs to stop whining, it's my thing now. Bear needs to stop stinking. And finally the laundry needs to stop piling up so fast. I'll let you know just how efficiently my new problem solver works.

In other non related, whine free news, Christmas is 10 days away. I can hardly stand it. I've been waiting to wrap presents until after all my treat making is done, but I don't know how much longer I can hold out. And also I need more Christmas music, I've played what I have so much that it's starting to get old-ish.

I hate muddy snow. 'nuff said.

New favorite spot

I have a new favorite spot in my house, it's cozy and inviting. It's the spot where the heat comes up out of the floor. I like to stand on the heat vent and let the warmth blow right up my pants-on Sundays it blows up my dress.

The perfection of the spot only lasts for a mere 10 minutes at a time, but those 10 minutes are heaven to my toes. Especially since I have an aversion to wearing shoes all of the time, don't get me wrong I love me a great pair of shoes, but at heart I'm a barefoot girl.

The first snow of the season

It's snowing outside, the first snow of the season to be exact. It's sticking too. That means I must go get some Stephen's white hot chocolate and a fire going. We'll need them because snowmen are going to be made and The Schroeder may get a snowball or two thrown at him-shh don't warn him.