swamped

It has been the craziest week ...

Three high school volleyball games, two hockey practices, one hockey game, one high school Principals Council meeting, one puppy visit to the vet, two boys over for a sleep over, and a myriad of plans/preparations for daughter's Sadie Hawkins dance.

Whew!

Last week I was posting like a ma'am-a-jamma and well, this week ... nuttin', nada, zippo-roonie! You can never predict these things.

Any-hoo, I haven't been of the mind or the temperament to write anyway -- been a bit crabby and out of sorts. Maybe it's due to this accelerated rate of living. Or maybe I'm grouchy and bloggily non-productive because my house is a Disaster (*please not the capital 'D'), the laundry pile is atrocious, my yard and front porch are mocking me with their undeniable white trash curb appeal.

I appear to be railing against the sloppies, the unkempt, the sloven nature of my personal surroundings. And it doesn't help that the ground outside is mucky wet, the trees and grass are a yucky shade of brownish gray, and there is simply nothing attractive about globally-warmed winters.

What I would like is a lovely, modestly accumulated snow fall -- 8 to 10 inches will do -- to make me happy. My kids would love it (we'd get a snow day!), my poochie would be ecstatic and I'd certainly enjoy a change from this dreary winter venue.

So if we're not going to get a real winter ...

then I say, bring on Spring