Technically we're just pretending to be snowed in, but it still merits a Wooohooo, don't you think?
The best week to pretend you're snowed in is the week between Christmas and New Years. It helps if there is actual snow, but it's not a deal breaker. The mind can be a very powerful tool.
Speaking of which, my mind has had too much time on it's hands during this break, and when my mind has too much time on it's hands it starts learning me things. For instance, I've learned that if I ever want to drive my hub certifiably insane, alls I have to do is hide the remote control. And if he ever wants to drive me certifiably insane, alls he has to do is spend the whole day tearing the house apart searching for the remote control.
I've also learned that maybe there aren't little elves who come out at night and hide all of our important papers and stuff. At least my hub's not buying that argument anymore. Not since he started digging through the garbage looking for the remote control.
"I WOULD NEVER THROW THE REMOTE CONTROL AWAY!" I told him again and again.
To my credit, he didn't find the remote control in the garbage, he found it in between the sheets of our bed. He did, however, find the Christmas check his parents gave us in the garbage, as well as a box of Sudafed I purchased for $8.95 not 30 minutes earlier. The same Sudafed I signed my name in blood for and swore on a stack of Holy Bibles in front of Gad and the pharmacist that I would not use for illegal purposes.
It's not illegal to throw Sudafed away, is it? If you do it by accident?
You'd think my mind would be sharper with so much time on it's hands, but in my case, less truly is more when it comes to mind control.
Do you think I need a brain girdle?
I've learned a few other things over the break too. I've learned that Platitudes need to be updated according to the weather. You know how they say with lub nothing is impossible? Well can I just modify that a tad? Can I add that with lub AND Russian ushanka hats nothing is impossible?
Seriously, you can do anything if you're wearing a ushanka. Except smile. You can't smile in a ushanka because your face will most likely be frozen in place. But you can instigate a spontaneous snowball fight, tromp around the lake during a blizzard, or borrow your neighbor's dog to go night sledding.
I've also learned that I dig marathons. Not running them, but watching them. Especially if they're on TLC, (the same station that brought us Jon divorcing Kate and her eight). I personally feel they should rename the station TFC for Totally Freakin' Creepy. There is nothing tender or loving or caring about Toddlers and Tiaras!
Spray tans and fake teeth on three year olds!? UGH!
Or Strange Addictions! Eating toilet paper and laundry soap!? I thought Lulu's sock eating disorder was weird.
And then there's Sister Wives?
Kody Brown!? EWWWWWWW!
(Did you like my use of the interobang!? My daughter's English teacher would be proud, eh?)
TLC is like a watching a train wreck over and over and over again. Can't. Look. Away.
I'm not the only one who learned a thing or two over the break. I think Lulu been learning too because I found this in the snow this morning:
She has a special way of communicating her opinion, don't you think?
The most important thing I learned over the break was from my buddy Lorinda over at I am LoW.
She told me to quit my murmuring about the outdated YW lesson manual and prepare something off the top of my head. Based on principal. And preferably after I get my brain girdle. So you know what? I did.
I am teaching Young Women's again tomorrow and I found this great New Years video called Look Not Behind Thee inspired from this talk by Jeffrey R. Holland entitled, The Best Is Yet to Be.
Since it's Sunday I figure I might as well teach you a lesson too. Cause that's what we do on Sunday, am I right, or am I right?
Happy New Year peeps!