SNOW!

I don't care how bad it makes the roads.  I love snow!  Since I was a little kid I have loved the white stuff coming down.  Maybe it's a remnant from former years when school actually got canceled (those of us from P.C. Schools, does it feel like they NEVER canceled due to weather unless there was a foot outside???  Now it just has to threaten and they cancel!).

I don't even care that it means I don't get a Mother's Day Out.  I just adore looking outside and seeing it come down so thick that I can barely see.  It truly gives me joy in my heart to see white covering everything.  And I love that it conjures up a hymn:

White as snow, white as snow
Though my sins were as scarlet

Lord, I know, Lord, I know
That I'm clean and forgiven

Through the power of Your blood
Through the wonder of Your love
Through faith in You
I know that I can be
White as snow

Ahhhh...makes everything feel better, doesn't it?

And I LOVE the cold.  If you know me at all, you know I detest heat and anything over about 79 degrees.

Speaking of which, does anyone know how to type the little 'degree' symbol?  For the life of me I have no idea.

Where was I?  Oh yeah...I hate the heat.  It's why I flee the late July/early August temps here in Oklahoma for the mid-50s and 60s of Lake City, Colorado every year.  My entire life I have LOVED wearing jeans (except now, when I prefer cargo pants...much easier to fit over my not-so-small and athletic hiney and hips!).  Ask my mom.  I would throw on a pair if it even LOOKED like it might be cloudy and cooler when I got up.  I don't know how many times I got sent back up to my room to put on shorts!  And in Lake City, I can wear those long pants any day of the year!  Not so here in...well...a place a little closer to Satan's dwelling place (heat-wise, friends, heat-wise...we all know God loves Okies WAY more than Colo...radies?)

Am I getting off track again?  Shoot.  I always do that.  It's why my friend Jamie always laughs at me when I'm telling a story.  It takes me 30 minutes to get a 5-minute story out because I feel the need to put in every minute detail.  Okay...maybe ALL of you laugh at me for that.  It's okay.  Really.  I'm not mad.  Just don't expect anything but raspberries from me the next time you see me.  Pbbbbbbbt! : P

Seriously...I have a problem.

ANYWAY, --


--WAIT!--WE INTERRUPT THIS POST TO BRING YOU BREAKING NEWS!!

J.J. just pooped on the potty...on his own!  This marks the third time this week that he has gone to the potty to poop all by himself!  CAN I GET A ROUND OF THE HALLELUJAH CHORUS, PLEASE????

Okay...we're back.  Sorry...must be the mad cow.  (Please tell me someone else knows and loves Denny Crane!)

I just wanted to express how much I love snow.

Snow, snow, snow, snow, SNOW!  Thanks, Danny, Bing, Rosemary and Vera!  "I'll wash my hair with snow."  What a great line...but seriously, who would do that?  Think of the potential for frostbite.

Okay, think I'll wrap this stream-of-consciousness up with a few pictures of the snow from today.  Enjoy.

P.S.  Did anyone else get worried yesterday that our local overzealous weatherman on Channel 4 (NBC affiliate) was going to keep yammering on about the weather and how "if we can just get past 8 pm" right through Must-See-TV?  That was just me?  OK...just checking.  :) 

And of course...what blog entry of a mom would be worth its salt if it didn't include a picture (or two) of her children, I ask you?