I haven't decided yet what month I want it to be.
I'm thinking maybe it should be May.
That means the flowers are blooming the snow is gone and H. is playing T-ball. I love flowers, I love, "No Snow," and I love, love, love H. playing t-ball.
Maybe I want it to be July, No school, we are starting to eat vegetables from the garden, fireworks and my birthday.
mmmm... Maybe I will take a pass on the birthday.
I'm certain that I don't want it to be January.
I'm pretty sure that January makes people crazy.
I have proof, one of my friends, spent a day making Adult size Hula-Hoops.
"Huh... why?" I asked.
"Because I can." she replied
It is all January's fault. It makes you loopy.
In fact, I am considering writing a letter to Obama and telling him that the, "Change," I would like to see is the end of January.
Really, why do we even need January?
Let's just wipe it out, take 31 whole days, worth of steps, closer to spring.
I'm positive that somebody will leave a comment or at least think about how much they enjoy January.
Yes, I understand you skiers of the world that January rocks.
I understand that sledding and building snowmen, or in the case of my neighbors, a giant snow chicken, (wish I would have taken a picture of that) does provide entertainment.
However, when I wake up in the morning to find that another layer of snow has nestled down, all I can think is, "Down with January!"
Wait didn't I say something about trying to keep this blog positive.
Okay, well I'm positive that I don't like January!
Does that count for being positive.
Who are we kidding anyways. I wasn't born with positive DNA. I was born with the world blows, especially in January, DNA.
It is fact, I've been tested.
What do you mean they don't test for that?
I'll have to ask Brent why all those Dr's were here then?
I'm thinking maybe it should be May.
That means the flowers are blooming the snow is gone and H. is playing T-ball. I love flowers, I love, "No Snow," and I love, love, love H. playing t-ball.
Maybe I want it to be July, No school, we are starting to eat vegetables from the garden, fireworks and my birthday.
mmmm... Maybe I will take a pass on the birthday.
I'm certain that I don't want it to be January.
I'm pretty sure that January makes people crazy.
I have proof, one of my friends, spent a day making Adult size Hula-Hoops.
"Huh... why?" I asked.
"Because I can." she replied
It is all January's fault. It makes you loopy.
In fact, I am considering writing a letter to Obama and telling him that the, "Change," I would like to see is the end of January.
Really, why do we even need January?
Let's just wipe it out, take 31 whole days, worth of steps, closer to spring.
I'm positive that somebody will leave a comment or at least think about how much they enjoy January.
Yes, I understand you skiers of the world that January rocks.
I understand that sledding and building snowmen, or in the case of my neighbors, a giant snow chicken, (wish I would have taken a picture of that) does provide entertainment.
However, when I wake up in the morning to find that another layer of snow has nestled down, all I can think is, "Down with January!"
Wait didn't I say something about trying to keep this blog positive.
Okay, well I'm positive that I don't like January!
Does that count for being positive.
Who are we kidding anyways. I wasn't born with positive DNA. I was born with the world blows, especially in January, DNA.
It is fact, I've been tested.
What do you mean they don't test for that?
I'll have to ask Brent why all those Dr's were here then?
Comments
That said, if we don't get some sun around here, I might lose it. A girl can only take so much dreary grey before she snaps!!