snow day, snow day

This is what Bryce saw as he entered the back area of our house... a small pile of snow INDOORS. The wind gusts got crazy last night/this morning-- apparently crazy enough to blow snow under the screen door and then under this door as well. Thank goodness we put in extra door insulation in the main part of the house!




Cosmo, I don't think you can see much out there!

On the other hand, it is kind of pretty...

"could my lifelong dream be coming true???"

The title of this entry is a direct quotation from the message my cousin Sarah sent me today, regarding an astounding article located at this site: http://www.people.com/people/article/0,,20174022,00.html?xid=rss-topheadlines

Take a look... Embarrassingly, I felt a moment of sheer joy when I read the news. Here's a hint: donnie danny joe jon jordan. (I used to practice speedy recitation of those names, back in 4th and 5th grade.)

days of youth

Recently my cousin Sarah called regarding an old song she heard on the radio and the memory it evoked-- us performing on an outdoor stage during a family vacation. This caused me to recall the many road trips I took as a child (as did my cousin) and the MANY tapes listened to in the car, as well as the hours of oldies radio. And, I was thinking about how as adults we don't have the time to just sit and memorize words to songs. Yes, we may sit and enjoy music, but rarely do we invest in actually learning a song inside and out. Sarah and I both had the entire "Chicago's Greatest Hits" tape memorized, and we'd belt it out in the car, never missing a beat. Perhaps we gleaned this knack for song-obsession from parents who were a bit quirky. Because, out of all the adults I know, my dad is the only one who will sit and listen to a song on a c.d. over and over again in order to memorize the words/beat to ultimate perfection. I guess throughout my life I have used the skill, but I certainly miss those no-worries days, of playing my parents' Billy Joel record until I could sing "Longest Time" with no timing errors or lyrical mistakes. What was once a relaxing past-time is now only a tool for showing off in front of my slightly more normal friends.

DONE!

I've been a bit of a procrastinator-- but only because I work better under pressure... ;) I finished my 24 report cards in under 3 hours, with in-depth comments and all. Now, I shall reward myself with a game of backgammon!

c-cold as ice

Martin Luther King Jr Day

Mostly cloudy. Scattered snow showers until midday...then snow showers in the afternoon. Total daytime snow accumulation of 1 to 2 inches. Highs around 15. Southwest winds around 10 mph. Lowest wind chill readings 9 below to 19 below zero until midday.

I'm hoping you'll recognize the title of this entry as a line from Paula Abdul's "Coldhearted". (actually, if you did recognize that, you may be as pathetic as I am for thinking of it.)

So, I am imagining we will have school tomorrow, despite those incredibly bitter wind chills... and I trust the forecast, because I stole it from my ever-reliable favorite, www.wunderground.com The guy who began the website once guest-lectured at a weather class I was forced to take in college; his lecture actually kept me interested. Anyhow, it's always up-to-speed, and it gives the viewer an hour by hour preview-- like what to expect at 2 a.m., 3 a.m., 4 a.m., etc. Hmm... I used to make fun of my father for watching the Weather Channel so frequently ("local on the 'dar," he'd shout as the local forecast minute approached), but really, am I much better?

first grade research!

Using encyclopedias, maps, atlases, and dictionaries-- They love it! And until all of the pages of their "research books" are complete, they keep them in their inquiry folders. I love teaching first grade... giving them their first glimpse of the world beyond our small town.

Just another photo from last night... It's still refreshing outside today, but not snowing, which makes it less appealing.

I'm suffering from a pukey feeling, which has me worried that the flu circling around has finally reached me? Fingers are crossed...